I recently read an essay by Lin Qingxuan, and I liked a passage. He wrote, "Therefore, I always thank those who sell flowers. They are strangers to me, because with the soul of flowers, we can have a little contact with any place at any time, and a handful of flowers come from its charm. " I searched my mind for all the memories of myself and flowers. Not much, but deep memories, because for me, it is pure happiness.
Love flowers, love flowers, not only because of their beauty, but also because of having a good friend. She is a poetic woman with an unparalleled love for flowers. She takes care of them as if they were the closest people to her. She smiled at them and told them the secret of her heart. They are silent, but they seem to know everything about her. For her, they may be the best listeners.
Before, I didn't like flowers and didn't want to grow them. Because they are too fragile and need a lot of care. I am not such a patient person. How should I feed them? I told myself. In fact, more importantly, I am afraid to see them wither, so my heart will be very painful. As far as I know, I had foreseen the ending before it started.
I looked at her and her flowers, and her smile, like her flowers, was beautiful and gentle, and it was printed in my heart at once and unforgettable. Every time I see her smiling face in my mind, I always feel warm and peaceful, and my mouth will unconsciously tilt up. Where there are flowers, there is her taste.
I gave her a pot of flowers on her birthday. Its name is Haitang. Because I am too far away from her, I can't stay with her all the time. I want this potted flower to replace me for a while, laughing and crying with her. I don't want her to be alone at any time.
Maybe beautiful things always fade easily, or maybe it stains my bad breath. Despite her careful care, it soon withered. My heart ached with a jerk when I heard the news. I asked myself why this happened. Is our fate so shallow? I suddenly feel so tired. Although she speaks very flatly, I know she must be very sad. Because we know it may be destiny takes a hand.
After the death of the flowers, the connection between us decreased bit by bit. I know, but there's nothing I can do. I know her too well to do something she doesn't like. Now that she did, she got what she wanted. Maybe this way, she will feel better. All I can do is in my heart. Sometimes, not disturbing is the best companionship.
Although I can't grow flowers, I am still very happy to see those blooming flowers. I will think of her when I see them. Thinking that if she were here, she would be happier than me. I think one day, in a beautiful season, I can take her to see a meteor shower, so that she can make the best wishes and hope that her life will be happy.
People are always curious and unwilling. Flowers have been dead for two years. I bought a pot of flowers after all, which I saw in the bookstore. I can tell at a glance. It has small yellow flowers. Although there is no fragrance, it is still so pleasing to the eye. I took it home carefully, watered it, basked it in the sun, and talked with it about my past and her story. The yellow flowers stayed on the branches for a long time before they faded bit by bit. I expected it to bloom more beautifully, but it also died when its petals fell off.
Maybe my heart already knows the result, and this time I just quietly buried it in the soil. This is their best destination. Flowers, we still have no fate, just like me and her. But I still want to thank you for appearing in my life. Although short, it is happy.