#Headline Flower Photo Gallery#
This plant is also more than forty years old. Originally, when I was in Centipede Street, my father raised it in a small garden, as if it was called "Golden Pearl Hibiscus". When the flowers first bloom, they are pink and then slowly fade into pink with a yellowish color that emits a rich fragrance, like incense powder but less powdery tacky. One by one, the graceful atmosphere is caused by the bees and butterflies among the green leaves. Because of the move, my father gave it to my aunt, who later moved it and went with my little cousin to the small garden downstairs. My father and aunt have bid farewell to the world, and this plant blooms every year. Every time I go to the blooming season to look at and smell the flowers, recall the appearance of my father when I was playing with the flowers and plants, some sentimentality, the flowers spit out a burst of fragrance and like the father's caressing atrium, it does not say that I feel self-conscious, as if my father said that I should live happily and happily without him to accompany me, so that he can rest assured. I put my face on the flower to give it a smile, like a child giving a kiss to a father...
