There is a "sea of flowers" on the east side of Jinan Longdong Scenic Area. In the distance, the undulating area of slow slopes seems to have been coated with rouge, and it is deeply and shallowly blended with the color of April spring. And when attracted by this gorgeous carmine to the front, and lean down to kiss them with infinite pity, you will be surprised to find that this sea of flowers of nearly 20,000 square meters is composed of low bushes of Flowers with a corolla diameter of only more than 1 centimeter. Millions, tens of millions of "more than 1 centimeter", gathered into a sea of spring flowers. In the same way, in life, those seemingly insignificant "small things" often create small feelings and small warmth, and thousands of small warmths can converge into a warm current, warm people's hearts, and warm the world.
All sentient beings, if they are small, are slight like a grain of dust, ordinary as a cloud of smoke. However, without grains of dust, how can there be a sea of stars; without wisps of smoke and clouds, how can it become wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Since we desire the blossoming of a tree, we should not refuse a branch and a leaf, nor can we ignore the soft chanting and singing of one corner on the other.
The peach blossoms bloom without a master Cute crimson loves light redOn the way home with the courier, Teacher Maizi held up the package several times to look at it. It's been almost 20 days, and it's been late! If you don't come again, I won't be able to wear it when the weather is hot, she muttered in her heart. Back at home, I opened the bag, pulled out my clothes, and a 32-caring piece of colored paper floated to the ground.
The wheat picked up a look, and on the beautifully made page, there were three words written "apology letter", the content of the letter was: "Dear customer: Due to the impact of the new crown epidemic, government control, factory production is limited, workers can not be on the job in time, resulting in the inability to ship on the specified time, I hope you will understand." To apologize, we have prepared a small gift for you, a belated love. Fighting the epidemic requires everyone to work together and cheer up! ”
Mai Zi repeatedly looked at this piece of paper with a lot of red hearts printed on it, and his eyes were a little moist. Is it the reason for the seasons? She felt that she had been very sensitive lately, and it was easy to be touched by some "details".
At the end of the online live class that day, MaiZi was busy recording the feedback of the students in the class, and forgot to close the video for a while. "Teacher, I feel that your eyes are very uncomfortable." A student's voice came, "Online classes are tiring, aren't they?" Take a break away from the screen! "MaiZi looked at the avatar area and saw a boy smiling at her." yes...... Yes, the old stared at the screen, and his eyes were tired. Thank you! Mai Zi blinked his eyes a few times and sent a smile back to the clear-eyed boy.
On the weekend, Maizi went to her sister's house, and just outside the community, she saw her sister buying "Hippo" Grandpa's dishes again. Grandpa Hippo was a suburban farmer, and because of the wrinkles on his face, Wheat's daughter called him that. The old man is nearly eighty years old, and from time to time he comes to the community to sell vegetables, there are not many dishes, and the amount of dishes is not large.
The winter before, when Maizi's sister met the old man outside the neighborhood, he was curled up in the cold wind with a clear nose and shivering, and in front of his eyes was a small pile of artichoke and a pumpkin. Carrying the vegetables she had just bought, her sister, who was about to enter the community, squatted down and said to the old man: "Uncle, how much is your total amount of ginger and pumpkin?" I'm all for it. "Since then, whenever she encounters an old man selling vegetables, she always wraps it up.
"Girl, I know that you have a good heart and eyes, and every time you buy my dishes, you wrap them round." Grandpa Hippo stretched out his old hand like a dead branch to take the money handed by his sister. "Uncle, your dish is good, you use farm manure." As my sister spoke, she lifted a large bundle of spinach that had grown so old that it had grown moss.
"So old, so much, can you eat?" On the way home, Maizi asked her sister. "Isn't this where you're coming?" You help eat it? My sister laughed. At noon, my sister stewed a pot with pork, vermicelli, tofu and blanched spinach moss. "Is it delicious?" Sister asked Wheat. "Delicious. The taste of kindness is especially good! Wheat buried his head in the bowl.
One evening, the wheat was preparing to cook, when suddenly there was a bird chirping outside the balcony window. "Hurry up, a duck or a chicken?" The husband stared out the window as he turned back and waved at the wheat. "It's clearly birds, where will there be ducklings and chickens?" MaiZi laughed at her husband as she walked to the window, only to see a goose-yellow bird pecking at the glass with its beak, "Wow, look at its mouth, it's a parrot." It's so pretty! The two used millet as bait and tip to catch him in the house. Throughout the night, the two were very excited, feeling very close to this cute little bird, and the intermittent topics and actions did not leave it. They planned to go out after dawn to buy a cage and raise the beautiful parrots.
Early the next morning, the wheat that teased the parrot inadvertently found a foot ring on its right foot, indicating that it did not fly from the wild, but was domesticated. After thinking about it again, she sent a notice in the WeChat group of the community, but she did not expect that the owner of the parrot quickly contacted her. It turned out that it had been lost on the night of the storm two days before, they were a family of three, the father was gone, the mother and the child were listless at home, and the owner had been looking for it for two days.
As the parrot walked, it flew several times to the top of the wheat, and the wheat seemed to feel the gentle warmth of the lump.
Almost all the warmth of the world is associated with respect, understanding, and kindness. Those who respect from the heart, who put themselves in the shoes of the earth, and who naturally exude kindness, may not be tall or earth-shattering, but they are like the breath of the sun and the water of the clear stream, which is enough to bathe all living beings.
Branches fall easily Tender buds discuss and open carefullyKwai Kwai, Xiao Hua and Anya are small, and in the process of growing up, they have faced many problems together, including dealing with their respective relationships and conflicts in marriage. Three years ago, because she suspected that her husband was not motivated and did not show up, Kwai Kwai was divorced; two years ago, because she suspected that her husband "did not have me in her heart", Xiaohua also divorced. Nowadays, the relationship between Anya and his wife in the "siege" has also lit up the yellow light, and she has sent a rescue signal to the two girlfriends outside the "siege" in fear and entanglement.
"The breeze blows everywhere, sending wisps of fragrance, as if the distant singing of a tall building is faint." In the small pavilion in the park, the three people sitting on the stone table faintly smelled the fragrance of lilac flowers, and Anya blurted out the famous sentence in Zhu Ziqing's "Lotus Pond Moonlight", and looked at the swaying lilac tree outside the pavilion. The three of them invariably had in their minds the conversations they had had when they were young under the lilac tree.
"I don't like lilacs, I feel like it blooms with the sadness of a tree." At that time, Xiaohua "did not know the taste of sorrow as a teenager", and she liked all carefree things.
"I love lilacs." Aoi's eyes flashed with imperceptible anticipation, and a boy in the class always liked to read Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" to her.
"Cloves are a spice bar, stew can be put on, and it is said that it has anti-inflammatory and bactericidal effects. Why don't we pick some and go home to make spices? Anya blinked mischievously, deliberately destroying the poetic meaning she had just created.
"How good it was then, all day carefree." Anya pulled her thoughts back and sighed longingly.
"Anya, I don't agree with your divorce anyway, and you don't know how much I regret it now." Sunflowers that like lilacs really have "lilac-like sorrows".
Aoi Kwai's ex-husband is the boy Kai who always reads "Rain Lane" to her. Kai's personality is gentle, her feelings are delicate, and her care for Aoi before and after marriage is meticulous. In the first year or two of marriage, Aoi was immersed in the gentle township and became a happy little woman in the eyes of everyone. However, as the days went on, "Jiuju Lan Room did not smell its fragrance", she did not feel that the various cares from Kai were any big deal, not only that, she seemed to be tired of his "housewife and man" image, especially compared with the husbands around her who fought for status and wealth, she felt that she would live a very depressed life with Kai who did not come out.
"Kwai Kwai, you were born in a blessing and don't know the blessing, if my husband has a third of Kai's warmth, I will be satisfied." When Kwai Kwai and her two girlfriends said they wanted a divorce, XiaoHua firmly disagreed.
"What's warm?" Isn't that just a little trick? Walking to protect me on his right side, the bag is always prepared for me allergy medicine, come to menstruation do not let me dip cold water, eat salted duck eggs I eat yellow he eat clear... Just for these small favors, I have to be grateful to him for a lifetime? Aoi Opened her apricot eyes and spit on the stars. Later, Xiaohua often said that her ungrateful appearance was ugly.
Like Kui Kui, the divorced Xiao Hua is still single; but unlike Kui Kui, her ex-husband Song Qiang did not remarry like Kai, but deeply reflected on her mistakes and fully realized that Xiao Hua was a good woman and wife who was difficult to find with a lantern. Song Qiang wanted to recover Xiaohua again, but Xiaohua had not yet agreed.
Xiaohua did not agree to remarry not because of reticence, but because she was not sure whether Song Qiang, who claimed to want to change her former wrongs, could really bring the warmth of her husband and the warmth of home. Song Qiang is typical of machismo and a workaholic. He believes that women take care of their husbands' nannies, doctors, and secretarial services as a matter of course; while men are preoccupied with their work, forget their wives' birthdays and the age of their children, do not see that their wives are unwell, and do not know how to pity Xiang Xiangyu... All normal.
Therefore, when Xiaohua calmly and poignantly stated the reasons for the divorce to him, he was furious and shouted: "Enough to eat!" The female protagonist inside the male protagonist is naturally righteous, I don't have you earned money to take it home? They are all the problems that are habitual in good days, and they are separated from each other, and who is afraid of whom! However, after the divorce, his life was completely chaotic, and he slowly woke up to the fact that the ordinary care, due care, and unconditional service that Xiaohua thought were ordinary in his daily life were originally so rare, indispensable and irreplaceable; it turned out that her little and little efforts were all warm, and they came together to warm this home and warm him as a person. No Xiaohua's home is so cold and cold.
"Anya, I agree with Aoi, don't talk about divorce lightly. Besides, your reasons for divorce are not sufficient! Xiao Hua, who was once carefree, experienced the failure of marriage, and spoke in a much deeper tone.
"I'm different from you two." Anya shook her head, "One of your husbands is a warm male wife who can't feel it, a wife who is a virtuous wife and a husband can't feel it; a wife who swells and squirrels doesn't know gratitude, and a husband who is domineering and cold doesn't know how to cherish." I, husband and wife are fine, are not very good, respect each other, safe and sound, but the life is not tasteless, there is no passion at all. ”
"Anya, don't make the same mistakes as I did back then!" Respect each other as guests, be at peace with each other' This is already happiness, plain and plain is the truth. I now understand that Kai's seemingly bland care for me at that time was actually love every bit, and I would never meet someone like him again. There was infinite remorse in Aoi's eyes.
Happy families often have a solid emotional foundation, which is forged by the small but beautiful trivia of Fluke Kaohua. Harmonious marriages are never built by passion, and things that come quickly tend to go quickly.