Two bouquets of lilies, bought back or large and small flower buds, after a week of planting, more than a dozen flower buds absorb enough water, from bottom to top, from large to small in turn bloom. A rich floral fragrance fills the entire living room.
The two lilies of brilliant xia and yellow brocade snuggle up to each other in crystal-like transparent vases, showing their most attractive and incomparable beauty, as if two lovers are dependent on each other.
The other buds have all raced to open, and only the smallest bud, at the very top, has been tightly closed, showing no sign of blooming. "Just a small one giving up blooming, it doesn't hurt." I thought to myself, obviously not holding out any hope for it.
The hourglass of time was slowly consuming a lot of time, and in the blink of an eye, eight days had passed, and the first blooming and largest one had completed the whole process of withering to withering overnight. Then the ground is not ready to defend.
I originally wanted them to bloom slowly, but probably they will also slowly and slowly adjust. To my surprise, however, on the morning of the ninth day, the vase table was filled with withered petals, dark red pollen, and curled leaves. Apparently a third of the lilies had withered. On the tenth day, all the flowers that bloomed chose to wither together.
And the smallest bud at the top quietly opened its scarlet sleeping eyes at this time. With only two petals, it seems to have a widely open mouth, opening itself into a big exclamation point.
Every bud had the right to bloom, and I wanted to throw two bunches of withered flowers in the trash, but watching the flower with only two petals bloom so lonely and hard, I couldn't bear to throw it away.
I carefully removed the few petals that had withered but remained on the branches one by one, and gently cut off the leaves, giving all the space to the last blooming lily. The movements were so light and soft, I was afraid of touching the new life that was trying to bloom.
The delicate flowers, the upright branches and four or five emerald green leaves also have a different flavor. Although the flowers are small, the unique fragrance of lilies still fills the air, making people unconsciously take a deep breath.
After cleaning the tabletop and floor, I went to the washroom to wash the rags. "Click!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground raced through the sound of water flowing into the ears. I didn't know it, so I quickly ran to the living room to check it out.
Don't look at it, don't know, look at it and be shocked. The two bright petals were divided into things, lying quietly on their sides on the ground, and four or five flower buds were crooked to the west, and the scattered pollen was like bright red blood, dripping into the eyes.
It turned out that the lonely blooming lily broke away from the mother body and fell heavily to the ground. Its withering is different from other flowers. The other lilies are all petals that have fallen, and the buds have gradually withered.
And this last lily flower is the whole flower that withers at the same time, and it is brightly withered. The petals are still so thick and delicate, the flower buds are still so crystal clear, and the pollen is still so dark and red and fresh.
Did it make him feel guilty, or did the departure of his siblings make him sad? After only two or three hours of blooming, he chose to end his young life in this way.
But when you look at the bright colors on the ground, it is clear that there is another poetic existence. It uses a lifetime of hard work in exchange for a few hours of blooming, although the flowers are so small, the petals will be two, but it has come and bloomed after all, and this is enough.
When I think about it, I can't help but admire this last lily. Admire its fighting spirit of "flowers do not bloom and die".
I admire dancers like Yang Liping, who practice hard in the cold and heat for the momentary bloom on the stage.
I admire the sowers like Zhang Guimei, who silently cultivate on the three-foot podium for the flowers of the motherland to bloom beautifully.
I admire those who, like Zhao Zulong and Zhang Liying, who have retired and have not faded the true colors of Communist Party members, who have become older and stronger, and who have retired for decades, have been responsible for compiling and printing periodicals such as "Red Xiangyun" and "Xiangyun Bai Ethnic group"; Volunteer to go deep into ethnic minority areas to preach ethnic policies and the spirit of old revolutionary areas. With practical actions, they vividly interpreted the nobility of "Mo Dao Sang Yu Evening, for Xia Shang Full of Heaven"; With the faith that will never fade and the firm original intention, we will do our best to exert the residual heat and use sweat to water the flowers of national unity and progress in the south of the clouds.