The heart of flowers

Time flies, like a flick of a finger, and the bits and pieces of childhood are no longer reproduced.

When I was in primary school, there was no school in our village, so I had to go to the primary school in the town. Groups of lovely children are talking and laughing, skipping, walking on a country road, crossing a mountain, and then walking some way to the town. On the way to school, wait for your other half, learn birds and sing children's songs … just go to school before class; On the way to school, picking wild flowers, picking fruits and playing hide-and-seek ... as long as you get home before dark, you are carefree.

When I was a child, I liked flowers very much. Wild flowers are everywhere in spring. When I was a child, rural people liked to buy fermented bean curd, so I went to pick up discarded fermented bean curd bottles and some bottles. As long as it can be arranged, I will pick it back and wash it for flower arrangement. As long as it is a flower, I will pick it back and put it in a glass bottle filled with water. There are always all kinds of wild flowers in the corner of our restaurant. My mother often tells me, "You have the energy to get these flowers and do more farm work!" " "

When I was a child, I was fascinated by wild roses. That year, the villagers planted wild roses on the garden fence, and they covered the whole fence. When wild roses are in full bloom, they are in droves, shy with flowers and fragrant in the fresh air. Wild roses are rich in color, which is determined by the time of flowering. When wild wild roses are in full bloom, white, pink and red are intertwined and beautiful. When I was a child, I really wanted to have a vegetable garden surrounded by wild roses. I begged my mother several times, "Let's enclose our garden so that I can plant wild roses on the fence." Imagine that such a beautiful wild rose will bloom every season, no matter which year it is the same beautiful and fragrant. The wild rose under the fence is light and soft. Mother always said, "It's better to plant two kinds of land when you have time to make a fence. You don't have the leisure time!" " "

I remember that year I led eight or nine colleagues in the village to play a game of Palace, including a prince, a princess, a maid-in-waiting and a bodyguard. I made wild roses into wreaths, and each maid-in-waiting wore one on her head, setting up a scene in which a prince married a princess. Order all the guards to pick wild roses and scatter petals all over the floor. Now that I think about it, I was an imaginative screenwriter. We didn't read fairy tales when we were children, but we all played our respective roles with great devotion. I didn't even know noon, so I forgot what my mother told me to cook at noon. My mother who came back from farm work found that I didn't know where I was crazy and the stove was cold. My mother was hungry and angry, chasing me. ...

When I first came out as a social worker, I always stopped for a while when I passed by a flower stall or flower shop. Sometimes I can't help but save the food expenses for the day to buy myself a bunch of flowers, find a bottle to plug in, and add some vitality to the rental house. There is a fragrance in the hut. When I go out, the fragrance is like dragging a tail far away. If I go far away, I will follow. It suddenly occurred to me that even a small matter like buying flowers has many precious ideas.

Once I went to thank my friends from other places. He is a male friend older than me. As an educator, I think he had a young time. Walking into the alley, I suddenly had a brainwave and went into the flower shop to buy a bunch of roses, a *** 13. I said, "Meeting between people is a kind of fate. Today, this bunch of flowers makes the fate between us deeper and deeper! " When he saw this pile of words, he immediately felt the warmth in his heart. He was very happy and excited.

Later, I heard from him on my way back by train. I remember it was after ten o'clock in the evening. I dozed off in my seat and WeChat rang. I took out my cell phone and opened the message. It turned out that he actually took a selfie with the bouquet of roses and said, "I am in my forties." This is the first time I have received roses. Unexpectedly, I really didn't expect someone to send me roses. " From the selfie, I seem to see the youth he once had and the dream he once pursued. In this mood, the years passed silently like a catwalk. So we are all here. ?

I pass by Jiang Yan Road every day when I go to work. There are several wholesale flower shops at the junction of Jiang Yan Road and Municipal Road. Buying flowers has become my habit. I like that feeling-coming home from work with flowers in my arms, passing by many people, and then my vision is different, as if I were walking through a country road with birds singing and flowers singing all the way.

? On the random road, when we meet a flower seller, we may spend very little money to buy a handful of flowers, sometimes for ourselves to enjoy and sometimes for our friends. No matter how we treat them, they are always worth it. I always thank those who sell flowers. They are strange to me, because with the flower soul, we can have a little contact at any time, and a handful of flowers come from the power to own it.