Get up early to get the vegetables, and the smell of grass and dew is in the air. On the roadside meadow, a small flower attracted me.
Crouch down to look at it, pale green leaves, very strong, slender stem with a small flower, a faint yellow. Some failed, became white umbrella-shaped, fluffy, probably its seeds, dandelion-like, spread in the wind.
This kind of flower, not afraid of drought, not afraid of waterlogging, has the strongest vitality.
Flowers are wild. The gardener who made the dill flowers and grass did not get rid of it, could it be that he was like me, and he had compassion for this little life?
Not far away, a vine-like clump of grass flowers, bunches, a 6 petals, a faint purple, entangled between the blue grass, very charming, long time can not help but be a little sad.
Growing up in the countryside, I have a special feeling for mountains, rivers, woods, flowers and plants.
When I was a child, I watched Dream of the Red Mansion, and I liked the chapter "Shouyi Red Qunfang Opening Night Banquet" the most. It is said that the sisters and maids in the Grand View Garden celebrate Jia Baoyu's birthday together, drink and order, so it is not lively.
During the dinner, they made a small game, occupying the name of the flower, that is, drawing lots, to see what flowers each person draws.
Mr. Cao wrote this chapter with great meaning, and the flower sign foreshadowed the character and ending of the women.
Everyone is looking forward to what they can smoke.
The first sign was given to Baochu, and she drew peonies and wrote "Bright Crown Qunfang". The inscription poem "Ren is ruthless and moving." ＂
Originally, only she is worthy of making peonies, everyone is obedient, and the crown of the crowd is none other than her.
What I care about most is what Daiyu can smoke? Which of the flowers in this world can be worthy of the sentimental and worldly fairy sister Lin?
Daiyu has always been tall and arrogant, and she can't help but meditate in her heart: I don't know what I can draw?
Daiyu's flower stick is hibiscus. The inscription is "Wind Dew Clear Sorrow", and the inscription poem is "Don't complain about the east wind when you suck on yourself".
From "Hong Yan wins people's thin lives, don't complain about the east wind when you sneer", wrote Lin Daiyu's life of self-pity and self-pity. Nong Jin's funeral flower man laughs, who does he know who he buried Nong?
Later, I often wondered, if I were there, what would I draw? What would I like to draw?
The answer, if any, is volatile.
Now that I think about it, it's better to have a nobody. In the pastoral wilderness, in the morning dawn and light rain, indifferent and open, leisure and tranquility.
Other flowers are not beautiful.
Only the flower of the stranger, holding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, drawing the rain and dew at four times, blooming and nameless, not glamorous and fragrant, faintly blooming in their own garden, lonely and lonely, open to themselves. Whether someone appreciates it or not, it has nothing to do with it.
Di Hua light year, Jin Ran is very little.
Reading flowers is like a person, and those who love flowers are especially romantic. Love the small flowers of the countryside, open alone, incense in no one's time, no heart.
As the years go by, some things disappear, only the memory remains in place, like a small flower, blooming in spring, swaying in the wind, in life.
