Among the thousands of plants in the Grand View Garden, the yellow-flowered wind bell is an alternative existence, which is worth saying.
It is home to Central and South America and is the national flower of Venezuela and Brazil. Since its introduction to China in '97, it has been unknown. In recent years, it has suddenly appeared in the streets and countryside of cities, which is amazing. Because the flower is shaped like a wind chime, it gets its name.
Chunhua Qiushi is our impression of most plants. And the wind bell does not play its cards according to common sense, and takes the road of spring flowers, summer fruits, autumn green, and winter dry.
When the spring breeze blows the flowers and the yellow cancan hangs the branches, you can't see a single leaf, not even a young shoot. Swaying flowers, sparse and elegant. Seemingly weak, delicate, graceful, noble and elegant. It's not like begonias, cherry blossoms and peach blossoms wrapped in branches, huddled together, and the hustle and bustle is like a group of women.
Spring flowers are commonplace, but the wind Suzuki can bear fruit in summer, isn't it very efficient? They synchronize with birds that mate, lay eggs, hatch in spring, do they have animal genes? In autumn, when the trees are depressed and the leaves are falling, it begins to turn green and full of rebellion. When winter comes, it is synchronized with most trees, shaking off its burden, accumulating strength and looking forward to the coming year.
Of course, plants that grow out of season are not unique. Lamei blooms in winter and bears fruit in spring until autumn comes. The yellow gum tree has a melancholy winter, and overnight when spring comes, the leaves suddenly turn yellow, quickly fall, and then a new leaf grows. The speed of dressing up, like playing magic.
If, I mean if, you could be brilliant in your youth, rich in your prime, energetic in middle age, and calm as water in old age, wouldn't that be a more ideal life? On the contrary, is it a bit tragic that the prime of life struggles, middle age is greasy, and old age is indignant?
Also, the flower language of Huanghua Feng Suzuki is gratitude, gratitude. It is indeed thanks to God for living such a way.