Praise Lan's Modern Prose Poems

Chen Ming and Zhang Xian's "Chunlan Flowers Bloom"

In March, the sunny light turned to flowers, sitting opposite, slightly drunk and suddenly having poetry.

There is no dew on the flowers, and the south wind is not known.

Chen Ming and Zhang Xian's "Chunlan Flowers Bloom"

There were fewer people peeping on the fence, and butterflies and bees suddenly filled the branches.

If you want to find flowers, make plans early, which can only make it too early.

Chen Ming and Zhang Xian's "Chunlan Flowers Bloom"

The mountain flowers are gorgeous. Do you love dark yellow and light yellow?

Chuck couldn't shake it when he saw it. He told people it was Ceylon incense.

Chen Ming and Zhang Xian's "Chunlan Flowers Bloom"

The breeze is thin and dense, and there is spring in the bushes.

Drinking tea is too bad for the scenery. Who was the wine merchant in the Ming Dynasty?

The starry sky in the south is particularly high and clear, and the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to leave the sky. Without the noise of the day, everything is immersed in the clear moonlight. I don't know when the dew climbed on the leaf surface of the grass tip. In the distance came the voice of "mother by candlelight" ...

My tears rolled down my cheeks, and the orchid seemed to float in front of my eyes, with a delicate fragrance.

Last summer, at dusk after a rain, when I was walking in the street, I found a few humble Ye Er beside a pile of smelly and rotten garbage. Her soft and weak body trembled in the wind, and I felt that she was crying like an abandoned baby. I suddenly remembered my mother's words: "Qiner, we should also put potted flowers or grass on our balcony." When I carefully carried it home, my mother's surprised expression told me that she liked this grass very much.

At that time, I didn't know that this dying grass would produce orchids.

When my mother moved it into the flowerpot and prepared the soil, the already weak leaves, after several tossing, looked even more gaunt and weak. I stood beside my mother and finally said, "It will die." My mother turned around in her busy work and responded to me seriously: "nonsense, you can't die!" " And there will be beige flowers in the future. "Sunset oblique into the balcony, mother with a flush of black hair shining bright light.

As my mother said, that orchid lived up to expectations, and it was flourishing and lively. After that, I stopped paying attention to the orchid.

One bright morning, when I was still immersed in a sweet dream, I vaguely heard my mother calling me from the balcony: "Qiner, get up quickly. Look, I said it will bloom, it's beige, it's an orchid ... "I jumped out of bed and went straight to the balcony without shoes. How to describe the beauty of that flower? The beige flowers are scattered evenly around, holding small buds at the top, which is so charming against the green leaves. Mother said over and over again:

"Thank you later, how nice!" When I said this, her sad eyes stared at my eyes tightly, and I was at a loss by my mother. "The food is cold. Wash your face and eat quickly. Mom will come in a minute. " Mother patted my thin shoulder and said.

On the night of coming to college, my mother kept telling me: "It's cold, remember to add clothes;" Don't just play, study hard; Remember to eat a full stomach and don't eat cold food; Call home when you are free, and mom will wait for you to come back ... "Then he picked up the kettle and walked to Chaoyang Station. When I packed my things and looked out, I found my mother staring at me through the window.

"Harp, mother is always uneasy-you see, all the leaves under the orchid have withered, and she didn't take good care of it ..."

It was then that I noticed that the leaves closest to the soil had withered and yellow, and the leaves on them had shrunk a little. The moment I looked up, I was so surprised that I couldn't ask my mother anything: it was only two or three years ago, but I clearly saw that my mother had dazzling white hair in her hair!

"While, you grow up, don't want to listen to my mother's nagging. I watched this orchid grow up, just like when you were a child. I cared about it, but I accidentally let it die. You have never left home alone, have you? " I have never seen my mother cry, but when I look at the dead leaves in Milan, my mother's eyes are full of tears.

When I walked out of the house, I took scissors and dragged my mother to the balcony. I decisively cut off the dead leaves and said, "Look, the dead leaves are gone. Mom, I will take care of myself in the future. "

It was late at night, and the songs were too far away to be heard, but the scene of my mother planting orchids became clearer and clearer.