Flower Prose in the City

Early in the morning, the night remaining in the sky was gently brushed into the clouds by the hand of the morning light.

At this time, the whole town woke up.

The sparse traffic and pedestrians on the street indicate the beginning of an unrepeatable day.

The fresh air flows with dew and moisture in the wind, giving people who get up early and do morning exercises a rare coolness in summer.

There is a faint fragrance floating by. My sense of smell was suddenly aroused by this casual aroma. Take a deep breath, and the fragrance will seep into the blood and reach my limbs.

There is fragrance in the pulse.

The mood is as bright as flowers.

This is a kind of incense called Huang Yulan, which grows in the south of China. Shrubby Huang Yulan is evergreen all the year round, with two seasons of flowering, and one season of flowering lasts for two months. In the flower season, slender white buds are often picked when they are in bud and tossed around by vendors in the flower market. Some elderly women buy a basket of flower buds from vendors every day, thread them into a string with needle and thread, and sell them along the street, forming a strange scenery in the town.

They are messengers of flowers.

They brought the fragrance of Huang Yulan to the streets of the city with leisurely and slow steps.

As a result, the town has a faint floating flower fragrance in summer.

Women who prefer Huang Yulan perfume often put flowers on their chests and feel a faint fragrance, and their mood is filled with fragrance all day.

Men who are obsessed with flowers put them in their pockets, and the fragrance of flowers lingers on their bodies. In my spare time, the heat of summer is soaked in spearmint, which becomes a little cool.

And the driver of this car has a few strings of Huang Yulan hanging in the front seat. Inside the car, it became a world of incense.

This group of old people scattered in the city once had the brilliance and fragrance of flowers.

Nowadays, the flowers in the city are as faint and meaningful as the memory of lost youth. ...

In the morning light of summer, there will be a group of lovely children making a mess in the angel of incense.

They sell flowers, happiness and curiosity by experiencing life.

The fragrance of flowers, with invisible freshness, feeds back childhood.

At this time, the flowers in the city, at this slow or fast pace, enriched the whole summer in the town.