In the depths of time, the unexpected warmth
On a winter morning, the sun shines through the windows, giving everything a faint golden hue. In stark contrast to this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, I was anxious at the moment. The constant beating of messages on my phone's screen reminds me of the pile-up of work emails. However, just as I was about to be overwhelmed by these trifles, a bright color outside the window suddenly caught my eye.
It was a woman in a red coat standing around the corner of an alley, holding a bouquet of bright roses in her hand. Her smile was as bright as the sun, as if it could dispel the cold of winter. I can't help but wonder, why did such a beautiful woman appear in this seemingly ordinary alley?
Curiosity drove me out the door to find out. When I got closer, I realized that the woman was a flower seller. Her flower basket is filled with a variety of flowers, each of which is delicate and has an enchanting fragrance.
"Good morning!" the woman greeted me warmly, her voice sweet and warm.
"Good morning, your flowers are so beautiful. I responded with a smile.
"Thanks for the compliment. The woman smiled even brighter, "These flowers are hand-picked by me, and each one has its own unique story. ”
I was attracted by her words and couldn't help but ask, "For example?"
The woman pointed to the roses in her hand and said, "This bouquet of roses is specially prepared by me for an old customer today." She would come to buy flowers at this time every year, saying that she was going to give them to an important person. I don't know exactly who she was going to give it to, but I could feel how much she valued that feeling. ”
I was touched by this story, and an inexplicable feeling surged in my heart. In this fast-paced society, it is rare to have someone who values a relationship so much.
I talked to the woman about more stories about flowers, and her words were full of love for life and the pursuit of beauty. She told me that although the job of selling flowers is hard, she enjoys it. Because the sale of each flower represents the transmission of beautiful emotions.
As I chatted, I suddenly realized that the anxiety in my heart had disappeared without a trace. Instead, there is a relaxed and cheerful mood. I felt as if I was infected by the enthusiasm and optimism of this flower seller, and I was full of new expectations for life.
At parting, I bought a bouquet of lilies. The woman smiled and told me that the lily represents purity and elegance, and hoped that it would bring me good luck and happiness.
I walked home with this bouquet of lilies in my hand, and my heart was full of gratitude and warmth. I realized that life is full of beauty and warmth, but we often ignore their existence.
From that day on, I began to pay more attention to the people and things around me. I have found that every smile, every greeting, every small act of kindness can bring endless warmth and strength. I began to learn to cherish these beautiful moments and see them as the most precious treasure in my life.
And the figure of the flower seller is also deeply imprinted in my heart. She told me with her own actions that no matter how difficult life is, as long as we maintain a heart that loves life and pursues beauty, we can find our own warmth and happiness.
Later, I deliberately found the alley again in my spare time on the weekend, hoping to see the woman selling flowers again. However, she did not appear. I was a little disappointed, but more than that, I cherished that good memory.
I started looking for people selling flowers in all corners of the city, wanting to feel the warmth and beauty from them. I found that every flower seller has their own story, and they convey good fortune and blessings in their own way.
Once, I met an old woman selling flowers at the gate of a park. Her face was full of wrinkles, but there was a determined glint in her eyes. She told me that she has been selling flowers for decades, and that she has carefully selected and maintained each flower. She hopes that through these flowers, she can bring some happiness and warmth to people.
Touched by my grandmother's tenacity and love, I bought a bouquet of carnations in her hand. The bouquet of flowers exudes a faint fragrance, as if carrying the blessings and warmth of the old grandmother.
As time goes by, I have come to understand that the beauty and warmth in life do not lie in material abundance, but in whether we can feel and cherish it with our hearts. Whether it is the flower seller in the red coat or the wrinkled flower grandmother, they all tell me with their actions that there is beauty and warmth everywhere in life waiting for us to discover.
Nowadays, I have learned to look for those little things of beauty and warmth in my busy life. In my free time, I wander the streets of the city, admiring the blooming flowers and feeling the warm sunshine. I will listen attentively to the stories of the people around me, and convey warmth and love with smiles and greetings.
I believe that as long as we feel the beauty and warmth of life with our hearts, we can find our own happiness and satisfaction. And those people and things that have brought us warmth and emotion will also become the most precious memories and source of strength in our lives.
In the days to come, I will continue to feel the beauty of life with my heart and cherish every warmth and companionship around me. At the same time, I also hope to be able to convey more warmth and beauty with my own actions, so that the world will become more beautiful and warm because of our existence.
Time flies, time flies. Although the figure of the flower seller has gradually faded out of my sight, the unexpected warmth she brought me has always remained in my heart. It made me understand that the beauty and warmth in life are everywhere, as long as we look for and feel with our hearts, we can ......