It is the season when peonies first show their sharp horns, chubby and tender. A single picture can take people back to childhood.
For me, peony flowers accompany the entire childhood and youth, and will always be the most special existence. I may have forgotten what I looked like when I was young, but I always remember those spring when the peony flowers were in full bloom, the sunny weather, the noise of my friends and the gentle breeze.
When I was a child, there was a large pink peony flower by the yard, and no one specifically cared for it, so it bloomed and thanked and opened by itself every year, and it bloomed lively.
If anyone has bothered about it when it grows up, it is my grandfather, after all, every flower has its flower protection messenger. Every time the flower season comes, the old people are especially worried, especially careful not to let anyone pick the flowers, including the naughty me. Once it is found that someone picks flowers, it is absolutely merciless, and criticizes those passers-by and children who can't help stealing flowers. But there are always exceptions, no matter how ruthless he is, he can't beat people who love flowers very much, and it is not good for people to politely come to the door to ask for flowers. With Grandpa's consent, flower seekers always happily leave with flowers, but Grandpa usually adds "Just one!" ”。 Hahahaha~, now I can still think of the old man's serious instructions, which is also quite cute.
Grandpa is really a model of flower protection messenger. In his life, I think he obeys animism, he may have some kind of divine feelings for living beings, and he has special emotions for flowers, plants, butterflies, dragonflies, insects, ants, birds, etc., but this relationship does not include his wife and children.
People are polyhedra after all, and after all, the merits of a lifetime cannot be defined by black and white.
