My flowers are finally blooming.
Brother Zhao's flower bloomed a week earlier than mine, and Brother Zhao sent it to me on January 18th, the day I wanted to skip from the calendar, and from that day on I began to have a new life with it.
I watched it quietly every day, and it also looked at me quietly, not in any hurry. Time passed day by day, it was still the original appearance, and old Jin laughed and said, "I was deceived." I told him with certainty that it was "impossible." On the eleventh day, it finally revealed its rice-grain-like buds, and on the twenty-fourth day, it opened. Because of the depressive things, it should have been very sad, but because of the daily expectation and protection, the mood was unusually calm.
It blossomed in my long wait, albeit a little longer. Think of the phrase in "Late Flowers" that "where there is love, there is desperate trust." Yeah, we trusted each other, I gave it love, it gave me brilliant days, no disappointments, no regrets. Just like happiness will take a detour or desert, but it will still come, the delayed arrival is to polish my heart, so that I understand that it is not easy to get, and cherish what I have.
