On the Prose Beauty of Gardenia

Gardenia, a pot of flowers to be opened.

In Anne's words, I know there is another kind of flower called gardenia.

Gardenia is as strange and unusual as the word gardenia.

He said that his gardenia was in bloom. He took a picture of me. Flowers planted in flowerpots. He said, my yard is full of gardenias. I can't smell the fragrance, but I see white flowers.

Annie said that there is a big gardenia tree in my grandmother's yard in the country.

Oh, gardenia can be a tree or planted in a flowerpot.

Weekend.

Go to the open-air morning market near home to buy food in the morning.

At the door, a long wooden cart. The car is full of all kinds of flowers. No, it is accurate to say that it is full of green plants, and it is full of green. Even flowers are waiting to bloom.

"Gardenia is sold," shouted the thin black old man. It's not loud, maybe it's a noisy environment.

Gardenia? A surprise. I stopped moving forward.

Under the wooden cart, there are several pots of flowers, only one pot has a white flower.

The old man said, gardenia, big pot 38, small pot 20.

I looked down. Is this gardenia that Annie mentioned? Is his gardenia far away?

When the old man saw my hesitation, he said that the gardenia in the big pot was newly cultivated, with large flowers and special fragrance. He decorated it with a "special" large pot of gardenia with flowers on it, about the size of rhubarb and apricots. What white flowers!

The old man bent down and picked up the flowerpot for me to smell. Why don't I smell incense?

The old man asked, don't you smell it? I shook my head. He held the flowerpot in front of me again. I smell with my heart. It smells good!

The old man suggested buying a big pot of flowers. I can't carry it, I said. I choose a small basin. He said, it's not cheap to buy a small pot. Send a bag of flower fertilizer.

Gardenia in a small pot is unpretentious and authentic. The whole face of a large pot of gardenia lacks that simple beauty. What I want to see is primitive flowers. However, I didn't tell the old man.

Instead of buying vegetables, I bought a pot of gardenias.

Annie said that when flowers bloom in summer, there is a fragrant smell. A rich, strong aroma. I smell it at first. Why didn't I smell it? Why is this fragrance close to the tip of the nose?

Think, walk. Think while walking.

Oh, it turns out that Grandma Anne's yard is much smaller than the entrance to the vegetable market. Collect incense in the yard.

Such as sound, the same melody, the sound in the hall, the sound of wandering in the open air, the sound of running around.

Gardenia, a small family and an unmarried woman, is deeply in the courtyard, showing its dignity and beauty.

Gardenia, live in my house. Near the green radish.

Water it twice a week. Waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Or green leaves. Flowers and bones don't grow up.

The old man who sells flowers said that when the flowers are about to bloom, fertilize them. Use a little fat, stir in a bowl, and then put it in a flowerpot. The flower fertilizer is a little reddish. Fertilization.

Wait a minute.

Still.

None of the flowers are in bloom.

I feel a little anxious.

Surfing the Internet.

According to the internet, gardenia likes warm and humid climate and slightly acidic soil and water, which is suitable for living in the south. In the north, gardenia needs careful care, otherwise it will appear sallow and emaciated, with few flowers and even its fragrance will disappear.

It is also said that gardenia likes light and can grow in the shade for a long time, but it has longer branches and fewer flowers.

Gardenia is not suitable for the north.

Gardenia needs to be careful to live healthily in the north.

Think about her. A young couple who have lived for nearly two years, the marriage between Beijing and Xi 'an.

At the dinner table, he gave her food, watching, I was happy for their happiness.

She said that living together was deeply uncomfortable because of different regions. He likes to eat super spicy food. I don't eat spicy food. How to cook food?

Just like gardenia in the south, it grows in the north, so be careful. Gardenia will bloom.

Men who like spicy food will make do with women who don't like spicy food. Women who don't eat spicy food adapt to men who eat spicy food. Marriage will last.

I moved the flowerpot to the study and windowsill.

Green, crisp.

I don't know when it will open.

Wait a minute.

Very long.

Flowers bloom more and more full. The bottom is light yellow.

Put down your schoolbag after work every day. The first thing is to see if the gardenia buds have grown up.

The night is heavy. The weather forecast says there will be a strong wind. It lasted until eleven o'clock at night.

Outside the window, it was quiet. Twisting the future.

But see, the flower bud of gardenia has changed shape.

This, this, is it? How slim and elegant. How to become an awl? Pregnant, not good-looking. Look at every bud. Yes, that's it.

The night is deeper and I am not sleepy.

I was lying in bed with him, looking at the dark blue sky outside the window, the brightest and yellowest star in the western sky, chatting about the old things and the time of love.

Listen, gardenias are about to bloom.

Get up, the light is on.

Sure enough, the bud opened its mouth.

Hey, gardenias are about to bloom. I called him.

Let's watch flowers together.

He said, it finally bloomed. You've been waiting for it for a long time.

Go to sleep. Unstable. Get up when you are awake and look at the flowers.

Early in the morning, less than five o'clock.

One sepal opens outward.

In less than half an hour, look around the flower, and all three sepals are open. White flower wrapped in sepals, with a baby's mouth slightly cracked. From top to bottom, flowers have layers.

Gardenia, a flower with personality. If you don't open it, you will. If you want to drive, drive quickly A little careless, magically changed.

In the evening, the room is full of flowers, I said to him.

It's a pity that I have to go to work, and I want to take it with me, but I'm worried about hurting such a delicate flower.

I'm sorry, I can't see the gardenia blooming a little.

I took a note and left a few words: I'm not here, you want to blossom. Stick it on the flowerpot.

Gardenia, in full bloom.

A white flower, blooming branches. Thick fragrance, wet petals, bright and soft, reborn against the green branches.

Thinking of him in the distance.

Haven't seen you for a long time.

Whether his gardenia is still in bloom.

Took a photo and sent it over. Write: Gardenia blossoms, little joy.

He said, simple and clean flowers. It's like the first time you met.

The past, dribs and drabs, soaked the memory.

Gardenia blossoms.

The joy of flowering,

Also, long-lost, faint memories. For example, deep friendship is deep and deep, and it swims into the heart, which is very light and soft. ...