Spring flowers
Text/ Zhao Xuexuan
See those spring flowers again is going to be next spring.
"The green belt is going to be renovated!" The news didn't fluctuate much for me. After all, the previous months and seasons of the community withered in the winter, and in the summer, a large area was bustling and opened, and it looked messy, and it was time to repair it. When my mother told me about it, I thought so. She added: "There are not enough parking spaces in the community, and some green belts should be built into parking spaces." In this way, those spring flowers will be gone. I then looked up at her blankly.
On the weekend, I'm ready to go to tutoring classes. As soon as I went out, I happened to encounter the spring flowers that had been cut. They were scattered on the ground, and the little yellow flowers were uprooted before they could bloom, and I saw the branches scattered on the side, and the newborn green leaves and the buds of the first flowers were stained with dirt. I walked over and picked up a branch, watched as it no longer swayed in the wind, and gently patted the dust above.
When I was in elementary school, every morning my mother would ride an electric car to take me to school. In the spring, the spring flowers on the side of the road are bustling with activity. Tiny yellow flowers, faint, like little stars hiding behind green clouds. Not as ostentatious as the moon, not as delicate as the peonies, but more elegant and angry than them.
I don't know if you have read a book called "Fun Science", which talks about the difference between spring flowers and forsythia. After I watched it, every time I passed by the spring flowers, I would ask my mother for science. I said it no less than dozens of times, and my mother didn't want to bother listening. Occasionally ask a question or two: "Where does forsythia grow?" What is the difference between roses and moon seasons? "Sometimes, some questions stutter me, sitting in the back seat thinking about it for half a day...
This childish science lasted for about six years. When I was in junior high school, I stopped passing by these spring flowers. Sometimes when I go out on the weekend and see these spring flowers, my heart is still warm. It's like a sense of ceremony to welcome spring. They are the messengers of spring, and it was only when I saw them open that I realized, "Spring is coming!" ”
Looking at the spring flowers in front of me, the years when my mother sent me to school seemed to be just yesterday. The little prince's rose was special to him, for he had only trimmed the rose; and the spring flower was special to me, for through it I remembered myself sitting in the back seat of the electric car pondering and listening patiently.
I took home a spring flower and planted it in the dirt in the hope that it would sprout, grow, and blossom again. Looking at its hunched face, I felt like I was lost.
【About the author】Zhao Xuexuan, currently studying in the eighth class of the second grade of Zhengtai Hanlin School in Chiping District. Quiet personality, optimistic and cheerful, learning without getting tired. He usually likes to read, paint, and music, and likes to silently "nibble" books in his leisure time.