Wen | Pan Yuyi
After lunch on the weekend, I paced to the balcony. On the balcony there was a table, a chair, and layers of books. I fell down, leaned on the back of the chair, and before I could sit still, I reached out and took out Su Cangsang's "On Paper" from the pile of books without error.
Since I bought it last year, I've read fifty or sixty pages of this book, and I like it, and when I look at it, I'm hooked and reluctant to look away.
The south and west sides of the balcony are windows, through which the people in the house can see the people and things outside the house, and the people outside the house can also see me and the book in the house. At noon, the sun was shining well outside the house, and some of them ran to the balcony to warm the ground and the paper. This warm feeling makes people more and more reluctant to move their positions. However, after reading under the sun, my eyes would be sore after a long time, so I changed the direction of my chair, facing the house, with my back to the sun.
Reading the wonderful place, I suddenly found that half of my head fell on the paper, I turned my head and it also turned its head, and I looked down and it also looked down. After thinking about it for a moment, I couldn't help but laugh, it turned out to be my own shadow, but even so, I always felt that the sun was sneaking in, rubbing my book.
I closed the book and straightened up, a ray of sunlight fell obliquely at my feet, and a scenery fell into view: two meters away from me, there was a blue plastic stool, and on the stool was a white plastic pot, and the pot was planted with a few holly plants, no flowers and leaves, only thin branches and sparse red fruits, obviously simple and simple, lined with beige curtains on the side, there was a different kind of beauty.
In fact, I know that Holly is the last two years, but as soon as I meet, it is as if I have met an old friend, and there is an indescribable sense of closeness. When I first saw it in the circle of friends of the flower garden owner, I felt that it was different from those large green plants, there was no lush and lush sense of lushness, and it was also different from those delicate deciduous trees, and the wind blew and fell to the ground. If you compare people, it is like a clean and capable little young man, neither rich nor sloppy as a tramp, refreshing and refreshing, and people cannot feel a trace of disgust.
Every time I see holly, either in a flower shop or in someone else's circle of friends, there are only red fruits and brown branches, and no leaves are green. At one point, I thought that the green of holly did not refer to color, but to its vitality. Wait until I turned over some information I learned that holly is actually an evergreen tree, and it is not as low as we see every day, according to the introduction of Baidu Encyclopedia, adult holly trees can even be as high as more than ten meters, unfortunately, did not have the opportunity to see.
Still, that doesn't stop me from liking holly. I took two pictures of it and posted it in the circle of friends, with the caption: "Who to meet for the weekend, Sunshine, Holly, me." After a while, I received a lot of praise.
Come to think of it, for holly likes, everyone is the same. Outside the house, the sun is just right, inside, the holly is just right. At this point, my mood is just right!