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Passing by here, my eyes always linger for a moment in the colorful chrysanthemums, and always cause reverie: Who gave Qiu Ju such a beautiful face?
It was him, the hard-working "florist", Lao Ren. From seedling raising, fork breaking to flower stands, and moving pots, every link is poured into his efforts. If anyone accidentally sweeps away a chrysanthemum with his body or hands, he will immediately say to you unceremoniously: "It's hairy, it's not like words!" He even drove you away, and then he picked up the broken chrysanthemum again, and sighed again and again: "It's a pity, it's a pity."
I once broke the chrysanthemum fork with him, and I was very unconvinced by him: You don't have a business trip? Keep your eyes on him. I saw him, his legs spread apart, his feet on the ridge, his body leaning forward, his left hand supporting the "horseback" left leg, his right thumb and second thumb neatly breaking the excess chrysanthemum bud, and his feet kept moving forward until he broke without a single mistake, on the contrary, I was attracted by his skillful operation skills.
I was convinced. He deserves to be called an "old flower worker", Li Ju really has a way, and there is such a set of skillful skills, if he can compile these into a book, it would be great!
Lao Ren is very busy. The morning star was still hanging in the sky, and he was squatting in the chrysanthemum. Look here, look there, and keep fiddling with chrysanthemums in your hands, I'm really hooked.
But God is against him, one moment of wind, another moment of rain, all provocation. This is a bad time. He found bamboo sticks, the roots were about half a meter high and half the thickness of a little finger; He bought a few more plates of plastic rope, and then, against the wind and rain, he used the plastic rope to stop the chrysanthemums around his waist, tie them up, and then insert bamboo sticks at three or four points each week. Hey! This tie is really firm, the wind is blowing, Ju just nodded slightly, but his body is motionless.
However, the rain gradually washed away the chrysanthemum, and the chrysanthemum was in danger of being pulled up by the wind. But seeing that Lao Ren was silent, he immediately took action, erected a wooden stake around the chrysanthemum, and then, ran home and tied the sheets to the wooden stakes, and set up a "canopy". At this time, I remembered Wu Jichang, an expert in cotton planting, who braved the storm to put his clothes on cotton peaches in order to fulfill the premier's entrustment to cultivate excellent cotton seeds. And what about him? Why?
Chrysanthemums are so beautiful! Especially in the early morning, the dew drops float on the chrysanthemum petals, and the golden sunlight shines on it, making it a beautiful watercolor painting. No wonder everyone loves chrysanthemums. I guess people love not only her looks, but also her beauty! She is not like the peony who loves to show off her youth, but silently accumulates nutrients, is not afraid of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves and is arrogant, not afraid of the harsh frost attack, standing proudly, and exuding her own glory for mankind in her old age.
I often associate him with Ju's character. Although he is old, he still loves chrysanthemum so obsessively, constantly consuming his physical strength and hard work.
The season of chrysanthemums is here, and Lao Ren began to distribute chrysanthemums. He dug out the chrysanthemums one by one with a shovel, and then transplanted them into the pot with both hands one by one, and then hung the chrysanthemums one by one on the sign, which ones were assigned to which units? Categorical arrangement. These tasks are very meticulous, both physically and mentally.
Units and individuals who took flowers came in twos and threes. Cars, row cars, and bicycles circle around the chrysanthemum, and people are discussing, this chrysanthemum grows well, which variety is good? Which breed has some characteristics? Photography enthusiasts are also attracted by this variety of chrysanthemums.
I looked at the chrysanthemum picker, and I was really happy for Lao Ren, because the people who came to take the chrysanthemum praised Lao Ren for raising chrysanthemums. I excitedly shuttled through the crowd of chrysanthemums, like a naughty child.
Hey! Lao Ren stood in a place where no one was around, with his back to the crowd. I had the idea of being naughty with Lao Ren, so I quietly tiptoed behind Lao Ren's back, patted him on the back with my left hand, and quickly shrank down and squatted behind his ass to avoid him from seeing. I covered my mouth with my right hand and was afraid to laugh out loud. Alas? Why didn't there respond? A few times in a row and still no response. I wondered. Hunched over, leaning out of the left side of his ass and looking at him sideways, but he, like a stake, remained motionless until I jumped in front of him, and he did not move. Looking at his face, I was stunned: he was crying.
I was puzzled, and a mist gathered between my eyebrows. Lao Ren turned around slowly, and his eyes fell on the chrysanthemum. I followed Lao Ren's gaze and was surprised, huh?! After a while, only some branches and leaves were left in the flowery chrysanthemum field! The chrysanthemums were all taken away! Entered factories, institutions, schools, guest houses... Yes, today, the chrysanthemum is far away, how can the hard-working "flower workers" not shed tears of regret? !
I withdrew my gaze from the chrysanthemum and stared intently at Lao Ren: he had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were sunken deeper, probably because his beard was long, and he looked even older. But those expressive black eyeballs made a deep impression on me.
"Why do you bother? For a few chrysanthemums...", I reassured. Lao Ren ignored me, but wiped away his tears, and hurriedly came to the chrysanthemum picker and said, "Don't forget to water when you go back, you have to water it every day." Breed more next year. The chrysanthemum man replied: "Uncle, don't worry!" "Hey, uncle, don't forget to leave us more varieties next year, like green chrysanthemum, black chrysanthemum, Jinyunhong..." Before leaving, the chrysanthemum people had to leave a few words, and Lao Ren always nodded enthusiastically and agreed: "Okay!" Good!! ”
I looked at Lao Ren and wondered: Where does Lao Ren look like a museum director? It feels like an old man raising chrysanthemums. But what did he do it for? For money? At that time, chrysanthemums were really worthless; To engage in relationships? People of his age can be said to not know how to engage in relationships; Is it for self-promotion? By then, he was past the age of promotion. So, why did he do it?
Stars twinkled in the night sky, and doors and windows were closed. There was a light that didn't go out and I walked towards him. Suddenly, a huge golden chrysanthemum floated from the lamp, growing from small to large, dazzling, and made my eyes tremble. I hurriedly rubbed it with my hand and saw it clearly, oh! It turned out that Lao Ren was sitting under the light....
About the Author:
and the new name was Lee Dunjing. Engaged in cultural and museum work. Member of the Chinese Museum Society; Member of the Chinese Society of Natural Science Museums; Member of the Vertebrate Paleontology Society of the Chinese Paleontological Society; Member of Shandong Provincial Museum Society, Archaeological Society; Vice President and Director of Weifang Cultural Museum Society.
Hobby cultural and creative. He has written a number of stage scripts, film and television scripts, essays, and poems, some of which have been published in newspapers and magazines such as "Chinese Excellent Traditional Culture Story Club", "Donglu", "Selected Chinese Literary Works", "Qilu Evening News" and so on. Among them, "6.5 This Day", "Little Two New Year", "Defending Liujiazhuang", "Weishui Shunge", etc., won awards in provincial and municipal cultural and creative competitions.