"Mom, how do you treat this flower like a baby?" The son pointed to a carnation given to me on Mother's Day with a puzzled face and said, "Cub, in fact, my mother is also a person who loves flowers and is also a person who loves beauty!" "It's just that this beauty has been covered up since becoming a mother." Speaking of which, my mind went back to my happy childhood!
I remember when I was a child, there was a small open space in front of my mother's house, and every spring I would plant hydrangea flowers, and from January to May, the door was full of all kinds of hydrangea flowers, big red, pink, purple, and red and white, colorful and beautiful. Some of the whole plant is red flowers, the leaves are also covered by red flowers, a dozen trees, dozens of trees connected together, it looks like a fiery red.
The first thing I have to do when the hydrangea blooms is to pluck some petals, crush the petals, and then put the crushed petals on the fingernails, bandage them with a cloth, and finally tie them firmly with thread, so that the cloth does not spread out. After one night, the next day I got up, I untied the cotton thread, and the fingernails became red, so beautiful, at this time I couldn't wash it off, and I could keep it for several days. Listen to my grandmother, in the past, people used this method to dye nails, because there was no nail polish like now, oh, no wonder the hydrangea is also called "henna", this is the reason.
On The National Day of October, at this time, the petals of the hydrangea flower have withered, and instead, the branches are covered with bulging objects, which are the fruits of the hydrangea flowers, and with a gentle pinch of the hand, the fruit suddenly explodes, and the seeds inside fly out like bullets. By the spring of the following year, these seeds sprout and grow new seedlings!
Later, I was ashamed to grow up, and the days in my hometown were countable, and the open space in front of the door was full of weeds, the hydrangea flowers were gone, and the beauty of childhood was also covered up.
Until Mother's Day, my son came back from school to give me a carnation, looking at this red flower, like the color of the hydrangea flower, I immediately found a high glass bottle, put water, and raised this carnation well, as if my happy childhood was back bit by bit!
