The sadness of Phalaenopsis, lightly brushing my heart prose

"My dear, fly slowly and be careful of the thorny roses in front of you; my dear, open your mouth and the fragrance of flowers in the wind will make you intoxicated; my dear, fly with me and go through the jungle to see the stream. ..." I remember when Pang Long's "Two Butterflies" was popular that year, I liked to lean against the window and listen to this moving rhythm, letting my thoughts fly into the intoxicating butterflies in spring.

When the sweet music slides through the heart, the calm lake of the heart begins to twist, and the warm melody brings me a sad beauty. How can deep love turn into butterflies in an instant? So, I fell in love with things related to butterflies.

When I saw the Phalaenopsis for the first time, I fell in love with it so deeply. I liked its tranquility, its beauty, and even more its faint sadness. It blooms quietly, withers quietly, waits quietly...

I like it because it has a beautiful and sad story, "Two butterflies were separated, and one fell on the branch. Because she believed that he must be looking for her everywhere, she could only stand on the branches and wait quietly, so she stood quietly, and in order to distinguish the colorful flowers, she even opened her arms with all her strength. However, year after year, year after year, the flowers on the branches bloomed and withered, but that butterfly was not just one, but many amazing petals. A family has been waiting for an era for a legendary love..." So it worked hard to become what it is now, trying hard to wait for that light, slightly sad love. Sometimes I would laugh at the butterfly, at its stupidity and infatuation. I waited so long for that unknown love, but in the end what I waited for was nothing, just an old face, and with it all mankind. regret.

Because this story reminds me of Qiong Yao’s novel "Wang Fu Cliff", the woman Meng Fan who is looking forward to the return of her lover, she said: "Women in ancient times could only wait passively, so they turned themselves into Now, times have changed! I don’t want to be a giant stone, I want to chase him!” Finally, Mengfan became a beautiful bride...

Occasionally read the book See the flower language of Phalaenopsis: I love you, happiness flies to you. An inexplicable feeling of admiration arises spontaneously, and with just one sentence: I love you, I have no regrets. What an infatuated woman, how much waiting she went through before she could get the happiness she wanted. Perhaps, it is still a hopeless ending.

So, I picked one for myself: purple Phalaenopsis. I hope that there will be a pair of purple butterflies that will never be separated, flying together in the spring full of flowers...

I remember that we walked together in the square next to the train station, where there were clusters of Phalaenopsis, blowing in the spring breeze. Below, like two fluttering butterflies, fluttering their wings, in the sunshine, it is so beautiful! I am excited to tell you that this is the Phalaenopsis that I have always been fascinated by. It comes in many colors, but purple is my favorite. You look along the petals I pointed at and you say they are beautiful! Looking at your smiling face in the sun, I am immersed in beautiful fantasy...

"I love you, I fly to you..." you said softly.

I have waited. Even though it is so rare, I am not waiting in vain after all. You traveled thousands of miles through the dust and came to me in the warm April. I met you in the alley of Fangfei with the fragrance of seasonal flowers. Everything was beautiful, just like that butterfly finally waited for the other side. Butterfly. I have always believed that our meeting was waiting for us.

Open the pages of my fragrant book, pick two Phalaenopsis and put them in. They are the most beautiful fantasy in my heart. Maybe our encounter in this life cannot transcend the world of mortals, but I will still be waiting for our spring like that butterfly, waiting for your return.

I started to learn to plant Phalaenopsis. Maybe it will bloom next spring, blooming as beautiful as a butterfly, waiting for you to fly.

A gust of wind blew by, and I seemed to smell the fragrance of Phalaenopsis, but with a hint of sadness.