It was the first time I met flowers and discussed their prices. I bought three of them for a total of thirty-nine yuan. I laugh at myself as a prodigal owner. I am not willing to buy meat, but I am willing to buy flowers. Nowadays, the world is in a downturn, and the price of a pound of meat in the market is fair to everyone. And the flower farmer, after selling three handfuls of flowers, can only buy one pound of meat. In comparison, it is much easier for me to earn back thirty-nine yuan. Put a lot of flowers into the vase, and the house will be filled with fragrance, as if spring has arrived. Why not do more of this kind of thing that makes two people happy?
When I visited the flower market last year, I saw a pot of Phalaenopsis and also a flowerpot for growing orchids. There were four words on the flowerpot: Good Deeds Carrying Things.
This pot of Phalaenopsis lasts from the Spring Festival to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I call it a strong flower. After the orchid withdrew from the branches, I moved it to the windowsill outside and then ignored it. When I was doing some cleaning during the New Year, I moved the orchid a little, and found that there were new branches sticking out sideways, and there were many bulges with purple spots on the branches. I didn't realize at the time that these were flower buds. During the Spring Festival, I bought fresh flowers and hung many red packets on an orange tree, which was a joyous and joyful scene. In strong contrast, the orchids on the windowsill look even more cold and lonely. An accident made the entire Spring Festival holiday infinitely longer and slower. Life felt like pressing the pause button. I had more time to stay at home and do housework. I used to clean the yard once a week, but now I clean it twice a day.
Chasing each fallen leaf falling from the treetops and following the movement of light, I slowly became quieter in the days. Sometimes, I hear the camellias in the yard suddenly fall to the ground, which startles me. I look around, always wanting to catch a little difference to stir up the dullness in the calm, and I also want to use this change to brew my doubts about unknown and uncertain factors. planning. With this slow time, I have become much more calm, without being disturbed by sudden surprises. I have a certain connection with some things around me, and established a friendly and peaceful supply cycle. The falling leaves and the camellias falling to the ground are no longer a sigh of departure, but a cheer of return and reunion. Inadvertently, we seem to have some tacit understanding and a clear understanding.
With these camellias as companions, I cast my eyes on the silent Phalaenopsis on the windowsill. The sunshine during the Spring Festival is just right, warm and affectionate. In such a generous environment, the buds on the branches of Phalaenopsis seem to be eager to bloom. Seeing this, I wiped the entire pot of orchids again. After wiping, the orchids looked brand new. The leaves exuded a layer of faint green. The lush greenery made people involuntarily awe. I cleared a spot near the window in the living room and placed the orchids. The next day I got up and came to the living room, the orchids actually bloomed, five of them bloomed. Then the next day and the third day, the orchids were in full bloom like a procession or a date. It was like going to a grand banquet, simple yet still beautiful. Solemn, elegant yet gorgeous, lonely yet graceful, his whole body is permeated with innate uprightness and magnanimity. The Phalaenopsis is in full bloom at this moment, making the solemn long holiday suddenly feel alive again, with excitement, and with a new round of vigorous imagination. After so much waiting, so much neglect, and so much hope accumulated, it slowly moved forward, trudging alone through the cold winter, relying only on a little soil and a little sunshine, but it did not live up to the call of spring. It moved when it heard the sound and obeyed the promise. And arrived.
Today, I discovered that there were two newly sprouted stems hidden under the leaves of the orchid, and there were many spots on the stems. However, I know that this is neither a dot nor a mark, but the Phalaenopsis' life proposition for tomorrow. It is the life attitude of every life form at a special node in a special period. I stared at the four words on the flower pot for a long time: virtue and virtue. Virtue carries everything, but only when it is difficult does it show courage. Is the flowering period the Mid-Autumn Festival? I think I will always protect and promise the flowering period of Phalaenopsis.