The heat wave is rolling, the fire is around, the summer trees are dense, and the cicadas are hard to hide.
I don't know why I revisited the old place. I think of people from old events, and I should be less suitable step by step.
When I came back, the figure was dim, the courtyard was quiet, and the Artemisia outside the courtyard was good.
This scene makes people sad. Who said that the flower shadow still exists, and the lovesickness is old?
A song "Su Muzhe" is used to describe me walking on Gele Mountain, which is so apt.
As soon as I crossed the Bajiaogou, the abandoned flower garden came into view, and a long-lost feeling attached to my heart, prompting me to pursue it and recall a flower bloom more than 20 years ago. ...
It was an unexpected bump in August.
In the green bushes, there are white and flawless flowers, gentle and beautiful, full of fragrance. Looking carefully, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was gardenia! Little by little, flowers as pure as dew, like a group of dignified and virtuous women, elegant and calm, step by step fragrant.
Among the bright green leaves, a girl is busy among the flowers, watering and weeding, and cleaning up the residual leaves. White plain skirt, jade muscle coagulates fat, not vulgar and beautiful, and the static shadow is long and wonderful.
This reminds me of my love when I was young. At that time, we all secretly liked someone. That kind of secret love, if we can see it from a distance every day, is full of joy.
I'm afraid my breath will be abrupt, beauty, hold your breath, gently step up and get closer to the woman in white step by step. When I got closer, I found that I met a fairy. She showed me the beauty of the innocent age, and the scenery of that summer drifted poetically.
Since then, I have put a little miss into every corner of the years. I often ask for education and experience to befriend that girl. Just standing and looking at her back, the world is beautiful.
Suddenly, she turned her head and cocked her head and asked, "Would you like to spend this life with the person you love?"
I answered in a panic: "No" and looked up proudly. I am a person with a strong sense of inferiority, and I'm really afraid that she will see my inner humbleness and poverty.
She said that she likes such days. Before dawn, she took a cart of gardenias to the flower market and sold them to the florist. At noon, she went home to plant flowers and weed, and sat in the garden at night, enjoying the fragrance of flowers and moonlight, full of joy.
Her appearance is very poetic and beautiful in my eyes. There was always sweetness and embarrassment in those days, just like secretly keeping a diary of my sweetheart. In every word, there is a young story.
What I wrote down is not a pure heart?
I'm afraid that the girl will know what I really think and pretend to be an anthomaniac, only talking about flowers and not talking about things. Buy only one gardenia a week and plant it outside the rented house. After half a year, gardenia was planted on the flower stand.
I work with gardenia every day, addicted to fertilization, watering and cultivating the soil. Not only can you forget the troubles in your daytime work, but you can also be open-minded and calm. I am also obsessed with growing flowers.
In the evening, I also learn to look like a scholar, make a cup of old eagle tea, sit next to the flowerpot and smell the fragrance in my nose, and the fatigue of the day will disappear. Sometimes when he is in high spirits, he will invite the moon to enjoy flowers and sing a poem. Interesting and enjoyable.
Look at the flowers. I'm thinking about people, too. When we went to Qiu Lai in the spring, our relationship only stayed on the friendship between our mentor and friends. I'm afraid that crossing the line will destroy a rare beauty. From a distance, it seems worthwhile.
Year after year, gardenia blooms mightily and confusedly, and withers for many days among the flowers. There is a gentle and handsome young man in the garden, but I still stubbornly like white flowers and still walk around among them.
Time flies and nothing can compete with it. Watching a girl like gardenia put on a wedding dress, watching the girl go to the city where the boy works.
After that, I often find a reason to see the flower bed in my mind. It's a pity that the green flower beds were depressed in a few years, and then declined. Because the house is unattended, it has become the habitat of foxes and rabbits, and there are many wild Artemisia outside the courtyard. ...
In these years, whenever I pass by, I am eager to summon all the time to meet again, even if it is a similar flower viewer.
In this life, there is nothing better than people with similar souls together!
Even if you are old, two interesting people together are not a scene!
Zou Jian, a native of Quxian County, Sichuan Province, now lives in Chongqing. Representative prose collections "Fragrance of Sophora japonica" and "Qingyang in April". The question bank of senior high school entrance examination contains many platform signing writers and articles. Born indifferent, with stories and beliefs, everyone is drunk. I am the only one who wakes up. The whole world wakes up and hopes that I will be drunk.