Time is the most merciless thing, and the four hours alternate without stopping. In the blink of an eye, it is the summer season, the tenth day has not been to the riverside park, yesterday evening, with the child jogging on the riverbank, suddenly found that the former buds of the grass has bloomed, far away to see the piece of grass flowers like clouds as brilliant, in the roadside, under the shade of the trees, the side of the cloister, dense and elegant, spread into a piece, magnificent, pedestrians occasionally stop to take pictures, but also a hurry, a flash, I stopped to lean on the railing, carefully watched.
This petal is orange, the flower shape is like a lily, the flower handle is straight, the leaves are slender, it is dark green, in late spring and early summer, the flowers that once seem to be brocade no longer exist, this piece of grass flowers occupy the whole garden scenery, the ingenious design of the grower, so that the flowers at different times of the flower are staggered, so that the park has flowers blooming at four times, not monotonous. At this time, the grass flowers are reflected in the sunset, accompanied by the breeze, if the flame jumps, it shines brightly, which is very eye-catching.
This flower is known as the flower of the mother of China, symbolizing maternal love, and there is a poem in Mengjiao that "Xuancao shengtang steps, wanderers travel to the end of the world." Loving relatives leaned on the door of the hall, and did not see the flowers blooming. "Integrating the grass with the mother's love, in ancient times, the wanderer who was about to travel would plant a piece of grass in front of the church, while Si'er's earnest mother would rely on the door every day, looking forward to the distance, hoping for the child's early return, so that she did not notice that the grass flowers in front of the hall had bloomed." Maternal love is an eternal theme in literary works, which has never been the same, always unswerving, tear-inducing, singing and weeping.
When I was a child, I did not know the suffering of my parents, and now I am also a mother, and I truly understand that it is not easy to be a mother, and the adopter knows the grace of my parents. Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and this humble work is dedicated to every great mother in the world, and also to the ordinary, motherly us. The road is long and the road is long, and my generation has a long way to go. Share.