[My Hibiscus Flower] (I am not a flower or a flower) 14 years ago, I personally planted this double-petaled hibiscus sapling, she accompanied me through the vicissitudes, and now it has crossed the wall of my house, the branches

【My Hibiscus Flower】

(I am not a flower, I am not a flower)

　14 years ago, I personally planted this double-petaled hibiscus sapling, and she accompanied me through the vicissitudes, and now it has crossed the wall of my house and the branches are towering. I remember that since she blossomed, every June I would write a small text to express my love for her. Looking at the huge blooming flowers, I was thinking: The flowers in the world are strange and varied, why do I love this flower that is not charming and simple? Probably because of my personality? Looking back on my bumpy and bumpy life, it is like this lovely hibiscus flower that is indomitable, strong and stoic in the barren soil, opening and falling in the twilight of every hot summer, and singing to the sky! She is quiet and not noisy, stubborn and not arrogant, full of unimaginable suffering of ordinary people but with this as the nourishment for growth, and her soul can be sublimated and enriched, is this not a great beauty? This kind of beauty, with a hint of aesthetic melancholy, makes people feel a thousand emotions! Years and years, watching her bloom, watching her fade, watching her wither ... If each flower carries a certain meaning, then will the flower language of hibiscus represent the beauty of the twilight? ☀️🐝📚🎼🌺🙊