After buying a large pot of palm, the people in the center sent it back to Beitou's home on a scooter and put it in the living room. oneself
I think the indoor atmosphere is romantic, but my parents smiled and shook their heads, thinking I was.
Turned home into a cafe.
A few days later, when I came back from school, my palm was gone. Mom, there is a flower shop here.
I changed two pots of begonia and put them on the front porch. That afternoon, facing two pots of red.
The red, green and round old-fashioned flowers made me sulk for a while. Of course, I
I dare not say anything, but I regret my efforts and feel a little sorry for my mother.
Our aesthetics cannot be compared with mine.
When did I start to change? It was the first time that I left my parents to go abroad.
When you go to school. It was when the ship sailed into the Mediterranean in the dark that it felt its remoteness.
Going home? It is when you are in the rose garden of Luxembourg, facing the flowers in the garden.
Sleepless, just to find the fragrance that belongs to China in my heart? Still in the body
When I was wearing a white gauze, I suddenly remembered a time when my mother was so young.
Haitang was my mother's flower when I was a child.
In the deep courtyard of Beiping, there are always many pots that are so elegant and exquisite.
Flowers, girls have nothing to do, and often sit in front of the porch with friends, knitting sweaters while enjoying flowers.
Beautiful dream. Spring rain falls quietly, and autumn wind blows slowly.
And there has never been such a cruel war, and there has never been such a year-on-year turmoil.
Displaced, no nation has ever endured so much suffering that that generation
No girl can realize their dreams.
However, the mothers endured, and besides, they never heard again.
What have you complained about in front of women? It's just that every time I see begonia flowers, I can't help it.
Want to buy.
I want to buy not only potted flowers, but also the youth in potted flowers, potted flowers.
The beautiful scenery in the forest, the antique in the potted flowers.
And I finally understand my mother's heart.