Liang Junni, female, is a staff member of a central enterprise in Xi'an. Love life, like to record life with words, express emotions, express life.
Lilacs in the rain
Text/Liang Junni
The haze hung over the heavens and the earth, and the light rain that had been draining for several days was still falling. The tree that obscured the entire office window grew new shoots. Pushing open the window, a faint fragrance wafted in. Yes, it was the fragrance of the lilac flowers that could not help but be attracted by the white flower clusters.
The flowers of the lilacs are small, each with only four thin petals, and the petals are cross-shaped, less than the size of an adult's fingernails. With the exception of the long-leafed branches, all the other branches are flowers. Its flower tube is slender and shaped like a nail, and the whole flower is in the shape of a polyumpt. From one flower to two flowers into a string of two strings, the strings are combined together, arranged into conical inflorescences of different sizes, knotted in the air. Some of the tender green is a little white, it is not clear whether it is green or white, the small flower buds are bulging, such as the disc button on the placket; some have bloomed snow white flowers, one cluster or two clusters spread around, opening cheerfully in various postures. The clusters of white flowers, under the caress of the breeze, seem to be dressed in a white gown, dancing with a graceful posture, somewhat ethereal in the free, and showing a smile and mischievous appearance in the dappled foliage of the gradually thickening green leaves. Some are proud, some are gentle, some are quiet, and they stand there emitting a rich fragrance.
The lilac was quiet, and occasionally someone disturbed its contemplation and did not respond. It was lonely again, and the little trumpet that opened seemed to speak to someone, but could not say that kind of melancholy. It is rejoicing only when it rains. The ancients said: "Plantains do not show lilac knots", "Lilac empty knots in the rain", a little raindrops click and fall, as if the hissing and cheerful response, but also like the soundtrack of the water. In the mist of the drizzle, the lilac flowers that have been watered are particularly feminine, like sparkling snowflake silver, more like the splashing waves of the waterfall, crystal clear, no sorrow, no sorrow. At this moment, I suddenly understood that its loneliness, its sorrow, only the rain understood.
When the lilacs bloom, the aroma becomes stronger and stronger day by day, and the wisps of light penetrate the room through the window slits, making people feel refreshed. I would voraciously breathe in its aroma, occasionally holding it in the palm of my hand at close quarters, sucking it deeply; or plucking the flowers to make tea and sucking in its beauty. I want to merge with it and fly into the clouds as a wisp of fragrance, or do nothing and empty myself quietly.
In everyone's heart, there is a piece of their own territory, or lost, or missed, or forgotten... Always nostalgic for the past, endless concern. Just like me now, looking at the white flowers, like the beating soul of a deceased relative in heaven, a familiar and unfamiliar fresh face appears in front of me, so kind, so kind!
I like the fragrance of lilac flowers, but I don't like the flowers of lilacs, not because its flowers are not beautiful, but because its interpretation is the same as that of chrysanthemums, which brings a mood and sentimentality. But in the qingming of April, choosing flowers to express the heaviness and mourning of the heart, I prefer lilacs. It is not only expressed in the writer's pen as a sad thought and the title of "Flower of Heaven". Rather, it has a noble fragrance. Let the lilacs sprinkle every corner of the road, and let their fragrance fly in the heavens.
The drizzle outside the window is fluttering and sprinkling, and the cloves stained with rain are more exquisite and beautiful, not so bright and dazzling, but really cute.
Source: Shaanxi Wentan WeChat public account