The world of balconies
It is said that qinqi calligraphy and painting, poetry and wine camellia are an elegant thing, can cultivate the mind and cultivate nature, and the ancients sincerely did not deceive me.
I didn't mean to grow flowers and trees on the balcony, because for a person in his forties, it is not suitable.
Initially, several pothos were placed in the home to purify the indoor air. Because he grew crazy, he put the pruned branches on the balcony and raised them at will, and unknowingly, it grew into a green landscape.
But after a little longer, these green leaves make people feel very monotonous, so in a casual conversation, I listened to the advice of my neighbor and secretly dug a few mint trees from the green belt downstairs, which can not only be green, but also anti-mosquito, and meet daily use. If I had known that mint was so "rotten", I would never have used the word "secretly" here. Because in less than half a year, mint has grown like crazy. At the same time, the "burst" was accompanied by my self-confidence full of a sense of achievement.
It is said that the ignorant is fearless. The cultivation of pothos and mint made me mistakenly think that raising flowers is an easy task, as long as you are willing to water and fertilize. So I was full of interest, and I started to buy and buy, and as long as I liked it, I would move it from the Internet or flower stall to the balcony. The flowers on the balcony are finally withering under the "meticulous" care of my frequent watering and fertilization. Seeing the enthusiastic dedication, but the harvest was full of empty flower pots on the balcony, it really backfired, and I suddenly felt exhausted.
For a time, the enthusiasm for raising flowers plummeted. The remaining flowers are rarely taken care of, leaving them to fend for themselves. But it is in response to the old saying that there is no intention to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows. Those extensive potted plants slowly adapted to the balcony environment, and they actually began to have a revival vitality.
Without that flower, I don't want to bloom and give up my yearning for life. Since flowers and plants have such a strong will to life, how can I give up easily.
I began to look up the methods and precautions of raising flowers on the Internet, from the acidity and alkalinity of the soil to the demand for water and fertilizer; From the identification of yellow branches to the regeneration of roots and leaves, it is involved.
Ignorance is not terrible, what is terrible is ignorance without self-knowledge. Through learning, I clearly realized how simple and rude the previous operations of raising flowers were, which can really be described as cruel and ruthless.
Different plants have different environmental habits, only the right one is the best, and excessive, blind care becomes a burden. Only by understanding deeply can we love better.
After a period of repair, the balcony flowers and plants began to increase again, but gradually there was some charm of the pavilion and courtyard. There are green leaves and red flowers, you can see the scenery at four o'clock, there is a clear breeze and bright moon, and you can lament the shallow time.
But although the flowers and plants are beautiful, they are also plain to see more, and I always feel that something is missing.
Until I returned to my hometown in the countryside once, I saw the pepper trees, wild purslane, and perilla planted by my mother in the vegetable garden, saw the seedlings growing on the roots of lemon trees and jujube trees in the orchard, and saw the myrtle (minoru tree), baguo tree (sour vine boy), and mangosteen on the side of the mountain, I seemed to have discovered a new land, and all of them became my starting targets and became an alternative scenery in the balcony.
It is precisely because of the addition of these usual country plants that my balcony seems to have a soul. Every time I see them, I think of them coming from my hometown, the scenery of my hometown, the people and things in my hometown, the bits and pieces of my hometown before, and the warmth that wells up in my heart is lingering in my heart for a long time.
The flowers of the balcony have bloomed, and they are thankful, some continue to prepare to bloom, and some have naturally withered, this is the law of nature, understand the reason, there is no sadness of gain and loss, and people are the same. Life is impermanent, right or wrong, so there is no need to think too much.
As the ancient poem goes: watch the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court, and watch the clouds and clouds in the sky. Ichirakuya.
