Li Bencong: Pomegranate flower

Pomegranates are planted in our homeland, and we can see pomegranate blossoms every spring. Pomegranate trees and peach trees know spring early, and once the Spring Festival is over, careful observation, purple spores are slightly raised on the branches. However, pomegranates bloom much later. The previous year was the beginning of February, and this year it was not seen until the middle of the year. Pomegranates bloom, which is related to temperature. Spring comes early, the temperature is high, and the flowers bloom early. Not only pomegranates, but also other flowers. In the face of cold spring, the pomegranate flowers have to wait for a while to bloom. Flowers also have an instinct for self-preservation, after all, they only bloom once a year. In the face of frost and snow, only plum blossoms have this ability, other flowers do not have, or it is better to retreat in spite of difficulties.

Initially, the branches show small fruits, as large as soybeans, and the color is red, but not dark red. At this time, there are no pomegranate flowers in sight, but it is conceivable that the flowers are already pregnant on the fruit. Hurry, wait patiently. Writer Feng Jicai said that trust creates beauty; I think that waiting can also create beauty. All ready, at this time, the spring wind and spring rain, the fruit grows very fast, and in a week, the fruit of the pomegranate becomes red and bright, and the skin surface is shining. Approaching, you can faintly see the figure shaking in the bright light. I was just looking, just watching, but my mother was in the house reminding, "Don't pick pomegranates." "You see, the mother was so imaginative that she regarded the fruit of the pomegranate as a human being, saying that it was a pomegranate. Naturally, I also called my mother that.

Last night, rolling through the rumbling spring thunder, the drizzle came down, wetting the yard and wetting the branches of the pomegranates in the garden. This morning the door opened to go to the school, and the pomegranate blossomed. Not one, but many. They are bright red, and the petals reveal infinite beauty, infinite charm, and beautiful shadow, showing in front of this world. I couldn't help but stop and look at the flowers, nostalgic, over and over again. The petals are decorated with tiny dewdrops, which are brilliant and sparkling, like pearls. The petals are red, the dewdrops are white, one red, one white, it is reverie. I think of the decoration on the hem of the flower god's skirt, and I think of the bride's wedding dress.

When the flowers bloom, there are flowers that fall. As time went on, the leaves of the pomegranate tree changed from emerald green to dark green. The durian flowers fell to the ground, piece by piece, round, moist, so red, so noble, so heartwarming. I didn't want to clean up – I couldn't bear to clean. Such a beautiful flower, mixing her with dirt, is so cruel. It is better to wait, a rain to come, let the pomegranate flowers with the flowing water, to find their own home.