Domesticated a hydrangea flower
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Maizi, Lianyuan Lotus Pond people, freelance.
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It's April day again. The community is full of dark incense sleeves, flowers are gradually blooming, and everywhere you go, the breeze is not dry. In the spring, among the verdant branches of each tree, a confession of affection is made.
The house was a little silent, and I decided to buy a batch of flowers and plants - hydrangeas, gardenias, hyacinths, tulips. After receiving the flowers and plants, I immediately planted them with great enthusiasm, and then began to look forward to the spring scene at home.
As the days passed, my flowers did not arrive as promised, but withered day by day, except for the hydrangeas, which had half a life left, and all the rest died. Looking at the several pots of flowers at the good end, destroying the decay into a pile of rotten leaves, my heart strings that were touched instantly collapsed. I ran back to my bedroom, locked the door and covered my quilt and cried bitterly.
Ever since my child became ill, my mood has been shuttling back and forth in a tunnel of extreme pain, disappointed and desperate. I was like a lost child, constantly wandering around in the vast forest, unable to find the exit and not seeing the dawn, confused and frightened. Where am I? I left myself in that cold shivering winter.
One mid-winter December, the sun at nine o'clock unexpectedly broke through the clouds and fog from the eastern mountains, descending like a god, illuminating the quiet community throughout the winter. The community has become a paradise for birds, bathed in the warm winter sun, or leisurely walking around in the lawn, or jumping lightly between the trees, or suddenly startling, or graceful swooping, the sound of birdsong is incessant, if it is not Xiao Xiao's oath to the sky, I think it is spring riding on the golden morning sun, and I am impatient to come to the appointment.
On that day, my daughter rarely went downstairs for a walk, and I sat side by side on a bench with her. She leaned her head over and leaned on my shoulder: Mom, in winter, this sun is so good.
I looked at my daughter expectantly: Well, let's sit down more, shall we?"
The daughter did not answer, as if she did not hear me, and looked at the ground silently.
After half a day, the daughter hung her head and almost whispered, "Mom, I feel very tired, I want to go home."
"Okay, let's go home," so the two got up and walked back. Before my daughter left, I was in the back, in tears. The god-like sun immediately lost its luster, and my heart ached like a burn.
"Lose it, this flower is estimated to not live," the child's father looked at me holding a half-life hydrangea flower.
"No," I shook my head stubbornly, "it will surely survive." ”
I looked at the lush and vibrant greenery of the community and suddenly had an idea. Two days later, I settled the hydrangeas in the grass of the neighborhood downstairs. After the placement, I was a little worried, looking at a few leaves that began to yellow, and I was really worried.
This half-dead hydrangea tree has become my daily concern. After a few days, I ran down to see, pulled open the grass, breathed a long sigh of relief, and did not die! The yellow leaves also magically disappeared.
A few days later, I ran to see it again, and this time she surprised me, not only the leaves were green and shiny, but also the side branches grew! My heart sprang up with hope. This ordinary hydrangea grows in the lush bushes of the leafy leaves, and in the garden full of flowers, it has become so different and dazzling.
Since then, I have looked at it every three or five minutes, and gradually my heart is full of joy, hope, and peace of mind. Watch it grow freely and wantonly in the wild land of nature. This is my hydrangea flower, and even though the other flowers are incomparably delicate and the grass is very verdant, we domesticate each other. Important things cannot be seen with the eyes, but can only be seen with the heart.
There is a passage in "The Little Prince" that I remember deeply, which is a dialogue about the little prince and the little fox:
Little Fox: Please domesticate me.
The Little Prince: What is domestication?
Little Fox: It means creating relationships. To me, you are nothing more than a child, no different from thousands of other children. I don't need you, and you don't need me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox, no different from thousands of other foxes. But if you domesticate me, we'll need each other.
Trapped in the darkness for too long, I forgot about a deliberate domestication with my inner being. In this spring, plant a hydrangea of hope in my heart, from today onwards, every day full of ritual to nourish it, love it, domesticate each other, firmly rooted in the heart, give me courage and strength through the long darkness.