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Small flowers on the side of the road
I usually walk to work, especially in winter, and walk for ten or twenty minutes before it gets hot. Speaking of freedom of walking, you can blindly look at it all the way, and many cloud-like thoughts are all born at that time. To the west, Alexandre Road passes through the Five Dragon Building, the Finance Bureau, and further west is all the way to the paving, restaurants, convenience stores, lighting stores, pharmacies and so on.
On that day, a cluster of flowers bloomed on the green belt in front of the pharmacy. It was discovered suddenly. The flower is so small, at most the thumb cover is so large, the color is so earthy, not white, not pink, not red, is a light earth color. But it opened very unobtrusively in the cold air, and there were no flowers around.
The weather is really strange now, and it seems that I am tired of playing cards according to the routine, constantly refreshing people's imagination. It was not cold in winter, but after the first month, it sent heavy snow that fluttered and sprinkled. Although it is now spring, the mobile phone shows that the temperature is also around seven or eight degrees today, and people are still wrapped in severe winter clothes. However, this little flower opened impatiently, and the trunk and branches were still oily black.
I looked closer, and each of her little flowers was not sloppy, not scrupulous. The petals are neatly arranged five petals, warm as jade, the color of the flower buds is slightly red, not red enough, like the light halo on the girl's cheeks, afraid that she is fleeting, blink of an eye.
I'm not knowledgeable, I'm not good at asking, I don't know what its name is. White pear pink rose, that is the color of the heavenly immortals, the heavenly immortals do not eat human fireworks, she is not; the mountain peach blossoms in her hometown are bigger than her, pinker than her, more dazzling than her, but only in the countryside, in the mountain streams and ravines. She's not, she's going to drive into town, to the bustling streets, to show people.
Just as I was in a reverie, there was a shouting sound, and I looked up and saw a small electric car coming from west to east. Now there is no need for people to shout, the car is tied to an electric horn, listen carefully is to sell sugar gourd. I don't eat this kind of thing, my teeth are sour when I hear it, there are few pedestrians on the road, I want to sell to whom, it's a cold day. In the blink of an eye, she passed me by, a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a black "locomotive" hat on her head, and her cheeks were red and shining, and she didn't know whether it was cold or hot. She turned onto the sidewalk on the side of the road. At this time, a little girl from Parkway Pharmacy ran out and shouted, "Auntie, I want it." "The old woman stopped, and I saw that there were no large hawthorn strings, but small bunches. The little girl took a string to pay, and another little girl in the store leaned out and shouted "give me a string" The old woman smiled and handed it another string, and when WeChat paid, she stepped on her electric car and left.
I was also worried that no one was going to eat this kind of thing, and it seemed that it was really "chicken peeing, each with its own way". Not only did she know that someone was buying it, but she also knew where the patron was. Watching the old woman's black hat flicker and flicker, the shouting gradually faded away. She passed under the unknown flowers, and the flowers were clustered together, and the old woman contrasted with each other, but there was also some momentum, enough to be a scene.
Yes, the little flower has its mission, no matter how unpredictable the weather is, whether you know my name or not, the season has arrived, my energy has been saved enough, I will open, try to open, even if it is only a branch.
So be it. In this life, I have been brilliant.
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