On the balcony of the house, I carefully arranged it, raised several pots of flowers, a large pot of pink and white discolored plums, a large pot of flowers that bloom all year round, but forgot the name of the flower, and a small pot of dry lotus, a small pot of aloe vera, used to pour a glass of water every night before going to bed or getting up early, watching the water slowly flow into the soil, quietly watching the flowers blossom and fall, and then picking the flowers with their hands and putting them into the pot, so that their red buds continue to dot the black soil and nourish their mothers together.
Once, carelessly, the small pot of aloe vera fell off the table, the pot was broken, the small young green branches that had just been pulled out were also broken, looking at the broken young branches, I secretly hurt myself for a long time.
Summer is coming, pink and white chameleon plums and unknown red flowers compete in the heat, as well as aloe vera short young branches, blooming round leaves of dry lotus, not far behind, you chase me, rush like a stubble to open one stubble after another, rainy days, outside the window walnut trees and persimmon trees greedily suck the milk given by god, the flowers in the room with envious eyes, straightened up, stretched out, at this time, I always pick up a cup of water that just dripped from the faucet, cool, shaking my figure, Slowly pour to the roots of the flowers, sprinkle some water from time to time, lotion of dusty branches and leaves, soft branches and leaves swing with the wind, nodding their heads and smiling happily!
Summer to winter, the discolored plum took off its green clothes early, the dried branches and leaves fell down one by one, I picked it up one by one, put it into the pot, the fallen leaves slowly melted, and finally turned into rotten soil. The dry lotus also quietly dried up, the aloe vera experienced the fate of breaking the branches, but gradually recovered its strength, with some green signs, the unknown flower is still the same green as ever, the growth is extremely vigorous, the change of seasons for it, is just the branches from the green yellow, the yellow shedding, the green regrowth of the reincarnation.
This year's Spring Festival is not over, the color-changing plum probed the brain to grow a few young buds, thin, tender buds, petite like a newborn baby, I carefully watered, along with the soybean milk leftover soy residue also to dig a pit in the root of the color-changing plum, carefully buried in it, the branches gradually grew into tender green branches, the leaves slowly grew, after work, I always have to run over, crouch on the ground, look at those hand-planted flowers, tender branches and leaves, endless hope will arise, The boredom and fatigue at work are swept away.
On Sunday, I dug some soil out of the ground, squeezed and kneaded it with my hands until I could no longer find any stones in it, and then carefully moved the pot of dry lotuses.
One flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi. These days, the weather is more gloomy, the pressure of the smog seems to be particularly depressed, I close the window, quietly look at the pot of discolored plums, dry lotus, aloe vera, and the unknown flowers, I don't know when, the small plum blossom buds have bloomed in the green leaves, the heart suddenly opened up a lot, occasionally looked up, feel that the sky is also a lot brighter.
These days, the weather slowly warmed up, several pots of flowers planted are gradually green, there is a bit of a graceful posture, that pot of evergreen flowers all year round appears to be extraordinarily flowered, opened a number of red buds, the branches of the sun open more, red flowers and green leaves are accompanied, the division is clear, there are a few butterflies with proud branches, far away, a burst of fragrance, refreshing.
In this hot weather, the discolored plum changed into a more tender green coat, the leaves withered at the roots slowly fell, and the leaves of the branches were very green, and the small leaves were too green to be enchanting! Green makes people's hearts hurt! Looking at the bright green branches, the tiny veins of the leaves sparkle in the sun, as thin as paper! Bright as silk! It's so enchanting!
Dry lotus is a species that can hold its breath, experienced a cold winter, survived the hot summer, in this sunny March and April, or that small leaf, fan-like opening, not impatient, always trying to raise its head, small fan in the huge pot like a small point, but it is that a small fan, dark green let people feel less than a trace of publicity, proud and independent, simple and unpretentious, no more than that plate of unknown flowers that have opened red flowers, red people are stunning! It's so inconspicuous, but it's so tenacious.
Last summer, in the extremely hot and unbearable weather, it was a hotbed for the growth of dry lotuses, one look a day, one change a day, oh, you earth creature! You creature spirit! Time passes, you only stubbornly wait for your own blooming season, even if it is this prosperous spring, the bright spring light accompanied by red and green, can not stop your sleeping state of mind, I sincerely praise you, that is not with the customs of the proud bone! As usual idle!
During the rainy season in the valley, it rained a little, the weather became a little cold, the flowers were listless, and the leaves were lazy and weak. The next day of the valley rain, the sun came out, the closed windows could not stop the footsteps of summer, the silky sunshine through the window, brought the birds chirping, the fragrance of the flowers, about the summer wisps of clothing, inadvertently aroused the attention of the flowers, the hot summer is coming, let this hot summer come earlier!
Excerpt from: Xiao Qinchuan.