Prose: Woman Flowers

Text//Yang Zhiyan

Peonies have never shown their grace and magnificence, roses have never shown off their charms, and orchids have scattered their fragrance on the earth without realizing it, as if they had come to the world to celebrate their lives. It is this kind of quiet bloom without distraction that wins people extra care and praise.

A flower and a world, they are each well- and fragrant, or enchanting, or dignified and beautiful, in short, the flowers are blooming and pleasing to the eye, and they are competing to open up with each other. Some people say that women are like flowers, but they are also based in the world with a variety of delicate appearances, but some flowers are comparable to poppies. One day, taking the elevator, I inadvertently saw two "flowers" with very different styles.

"I said you've been using this bag for a year, why don't you throw it away?" Every day, I still carry it like a treasure on my body, and I am not afraid to bury myself." A woman with delicate curly hair was there to express her high opinions.

"My bag is still good, and it is not broken, there is no need to change it!" A rustic girl timidly defended herself.

"Women just have to know how to please themselves, the old don't go to the new, and they don't have no money, your kind of 'iron rooster' is really rare." 」 The curly-haired woman in the dress was there unforgivingly and aggressively chattering.

The preached woman did not choose to defend or fight back, silently standing in the elevator, like a "grass that looks at the spring color from afar but there is no grass", she probably did not expect that early in the morning, she scraped a "spring cold", the overwhelming posture directly brought people to a state of speechless embarrassment, and together with the air around it was dull as if it was suffocating. Fortunately, there were only three female compatriots in the elevator, and it was obvious that these two women were acquaintances, and I was just an unrelated passerby, a bystander who kept to himself.

Out of the elevator, I went straight to the relevant department to do everything, just as I was not in a hurry to walk to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, I just arrived at the door and heard a faint cry coming from the innermost wooden door, driven by curiosity, I slowly stepped down, slowly moved closer to the source of the sound, ready to find out. At this point the female voice stopped sobbing, as if she were talking to someone else.

"She is from the countryside like me, now she has found a rich boyfriend, squeezing me everywhere in the company, not to mention, early in the morning for a bag and do not forget to taunt me, you also know, I just joined the work, the salary is handed over to my mother, she is thrifty and it is not easy to raise me up"...

It was not right to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation, and when I realized it, I coughed deliberately and quickly entered the other stall door. So the innermost conversation stopped abruptly, and then I heard the rushing water and the footsteps that were closing the door and going farther away.

In fact, I wanted to say to the girl who cried to the girl who was crying in the corner: "The person who is really rich in her heart never shows off everything she has, she does not tell others what books she has read, what cars she has driven, where she has been, how many clothes she has bought, because she has no sense of inferiority." The more inferior people will like to show off, and the more self-loving and self-reliant people will live more and more wonderfully." "Moss flowers are as small as rice, but also learn peonies to bloom", the shy appearance of moss flowers that strive to grow is loved, and the beauty of poppies hides poison, and the world will only avoid it. Women are like flowers, flowers are like women, in fact, the time and energy of life are really limited, do not live in the concept of others, lost in the evaluation of others, it is not impossible to take your own road.

Women flowers, the most beautiful scenery in the world. May you live a fierce horse, may you live in the sky, may you gallop in the red dust of the peach, burn its glory, repair the fence and plant chrysanthemums, not be burdened by the eyes of others, run your own life, achieve an ordinary career, find a lover who helps each other in the wind and rain, this life is enough.

About author:Yang Zhiyan,Gender:Female. Unit: Zhushan County Highway Administration Bureau, Hubei Province. His works have been published in Readers, Selected Essays, Hubei Writers, Newspapers and Periodicals, Essays, Good Days, Wenyuan Enlightenment, Being a Man and Dealing with the World, Thinking and Wisdom, 37 Degrees Woman, New Youth, etc.

Editor: Old and long

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