Beautiful forget-me-not
Jiang BaobingThe first time I saw it in the distance in the countryside, I was deeply attracted, this little purple flower was dotted with stars, scattered in clusters in the field and at the water's edge, so gracefully blooming, compared with the pieces of pink on the side of the road, it seemed so calm. That feeling, gentle and bright, simple and affectionate. The first time I heard its name, the three words "Don't Forget Me" spread through the poetic purple, and they gently and gently opened my heart.
Forget Me, also known as Star Flower, Blood Tonic Herb, native to Eurasia. A perennial herb with alternating leaves, narrowly inverted lanceolate or striped inverted lanceolate. Like the sun, can tolerate shade, easy to self-propagate. Forget Me Not Flowers are small and beautiful, the color combination is harmonious and eye-catching, especially the umbrella inflorescence gradually elongates with the opening of the flowers, half containing and half exposed, which is cute and unforgettable. Small and simple, but it has the most vividness that can cross the heart and the freshness that can travel through time, and only forget me can be named.
Forget me, there is a beautiful story that has been passed down for thousands of years... In a barren field, the wind is blowing. A man and a woman walked in the wind embracing each other. Their hands were clasped, the sky was so blue, and the clouds were gently drifting. Suddenly, a flower of the same color as the sky swayed gently in the distance. The woman stopped, and she saw the flower, and she saw the flower whose name she didn't know. The man walked toward the blue, he understood the woman's heart, knew that the flower should not be pinned in her bun, and he loved her. But when the man plucked the flower, his feet could not move, and he fell into it, into the swamp. The woman rushed over desperately, like the wind. The man turned and shook his head to signal her not to come over. The woman stood still, in tears, but ran on her face. The man held up the flower, smiled and said to her: Don't forget me. The man's face was getting closer and closer to the ground, but the flowers in his hands were lifting higher and higher. The woman fell, her hands covering her face, tears dripping from her fingers, drenching the field. The wind, still blowing, blowing the tears of women, blowing the last words of men left in the wilderness. So, this flower melted into love, and this flower had a blue and faint name: Don't forget me... Since then, an ordinary flower has blossomed on the hearts of lovers, and it is watered with tears of love. Every year on Valentine's Day, couples tie them into bouquets and give them to their lovers to express their deep love. Don't forget me, it is the love of flowers, even if it leaves the water of life, leaves the light of life, leaves the essence of life, it is still as beautiful as ever, the flower is as old. It is telling lovers with their hearts, no matter the end of the cape, please don't forget me, don't forget me, beautiful don't forget me!
The roses wither quickly, and the flowers fall red and the fragrance fades. Forget me but always undefeated, even if dry, still green and blue. In the lonely night, a person listened to Zhou Zihan's "Don't Forget Me" and did not feel tears. In a trance, I distinctly heard a voice calling softly: Don't forget me, don't forget me...
Laugh as you please
Accompany you all night looking at the stars
As long as it can reduce your pain a little
What about not being reconciled
You say that life is a dream
Please also take away my love for my dreams
Say good to live this life plainly
Exchange your heart for youth
And your smile makes me even more distressed
Let me hold you in my arms
Save some of the remaining warmth
I'd rather this moment become an eternity
My dear you
Please listen to this song before you go
Forget me in another world
About author:Jiang Baobing, Zi Jianmei, Owner of Jianmei Building, Master of Qingfeng Hall, Member of China Prose Literature Association, Member of the Whole Committee of Dezhou Writers Association, Member of Dezhou Calligraphers Association. He is a director of the Yucheng Writers Association and an editorial board member of Yucheng Literature. The work "Night Reading Lu Xun" won the national award" Walk with the Republic Good Books Grow With Me" Reading Essay Contest Second Prize, "From Dietary Changes to Social Change" won the first prize of the National Day Essay Contest for the 60th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China. "The Green Plane Tree" won the third prize for outstanding literary and artistic works in practicing the core values of socialism. "Growing Up with the Great Motherland" won the "Lucky Cup." I and New China" have a prize for essay first prize. blog Sword Plum Landlord http ： //blog.sina.com.cn/jianmeilouzhuOne Point No. 1 Breeze Hall