Gardenias don't need to be passed on when they come, they come when they come. The unique, tranquil fragrance that falls into every inch of the air is her passport.
The Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Hu has a poem: "Recently, there is no place to return, and a garden is fragrant." ”
When I was a child, every house in the village planted gardenia trees. In early summer, those rich times guarded by white flowers that do not need to be remembered will come back every year, the "gardenia", people only need to close their eyes and sniff to read.
Every morning before I go to school, I have to go to the courtyard to pick the blooming gardenias, put them in a bottle, and put them on the desk, and the fragrance is immediately permeated. When you pick up your school bag, don't forget to put another flower on your placket, and it will be fragrant all the way.
On a sunny day, my mother would dry the gardenias and seal them in glass jars for cooking tea in her spare time. You can also put sugar or honey to pickle, take a little water every day to drink, can treat cough.
When my father came home from vacation, if it was the rainy season and he didn't have to work in the fields, he would make a pot of gardenia tea, listen to the rain under the eaves, and enjoy a moment of leisure. The gardenia in the courtyard is as white as snow; Gardenia in the bottle, elegant and fragrant. That simple and clear life, like a gardenia, has never been peerless, but year after year, the water flows for a long time.
The ordinary fireworks of the past are returned to the sea.
Last night, I took Xiaobao downstairs to run at night, and the familiar, refreshing fragrance of tranquility floated over faintly, and I followed the fragrance to find it, and it turned out to be a gardenia raised in the yard of a family. I remember one night last year, too. The world is vast, long and far-reaching, and my heart is sad. Busy and dusty, many complicated ......
No matter how beautiful the years are, they can't stand the urging of time.
Let me make another pot of fragrant gardenia tea, get drunk with time, and relive the old dreams on the way of the old years.
You might as well borrow a half-old erhu to stretch the time, calmly sorrow and joy, and linger wantonly.
The plants and trees have a heart, and they cannot be disappointed, and every leaf and flower is worthy of tenderness and sweetness to promise each other with true feelings.
There is righteousness in the world, but the vicissitudes of life, the lights are hesitant, and finally the people are not forgotten, and they are guarded into a tea and cool.
The world is full of red and charming, and the gardenia is elegant and dusty! If there is an afterlife to ask for, it is better to be a gardenia in the mortal dust, white, standing quietly in the wind, amazing time, gentle years, full of fragrance, just waiting for you to come......