Hibiscus flower’s beautiful prose

Chapter 1: Hibiscus

When the morning fog has not yet receded and the sun has not yet broken away from the embrace of thick clouds, we drove along the new 320 National Highway to the school where we work. The road was good, the car was speeding, and my eyes were focused on the pastoral scenery flashing past the window. When crossing a long slope, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a few bright red flashes in the green isolation belt. In the monotonous dark green, a rich and abundant vitality was suddenly added, making the haze dull. The morning suddenly became brighter, making our short trip more lively and interesting.

What kind of flower is this? When I looked carefully, the short section of isolation tape dotted with bright red had already been left behind the car. What kind of flower is this? How could it be so familiar? I searched over and over in my mind. Yes, I finally remembered, it is hibiscus flower; yes, it is the kind of flower that villagers often call bowl flower.

I finally encountered this long-lost hibiscus flower again!

I don’t know why the villagers call it Wanhuahua. But I still clearly remember the warnings adults gave to children not to play with such flowers, otherwise they would accidentally break the bowl when eating. At that time, a bowl was very valuable. When a bowl was broken, the clear and sharp cracking sound sounded like a thunder to the parents. It was frightening to them. I didn’t know how many work points I had to earn. I can afford a bowl. Now, of course I can’t remember how many bowls I broke when I was a kid, but I know I must have broken more than one or two. Every time I carry a rice bowl and eat it here and there, my hand slips and the bowl falls to the ground. Every time the bowl falls on the ground, it breaks into four or five petals, just like the torn off hibiscus petals, which can no longer be pieced together into a complete flower. So, I just sat there crying stupidly holding a broken bowl, while several chickens and dogs came around to eat the food scattered on the floor. So he started to get angry with the chicken and the dog again, and ran away with tears in his eyes. It seemed that the chicken and the dog were disturbing him and he broke the bowl. The chicken cries and flees with its wings, the dog tucks its tail and snorts and runs away, only one person is left to continue crying, crying for himself - there is no way to escape from being beaten by an adult; more importantly, cry for the broken bowl. ——What a wonderful bowl, but I accidentally broke it and it will never be restored to its original appearance.

This is a painful memory about Althea. This memory is accompanied by tears as a child, so it is extremely real. Of course, hibiscus flowers bring me not only pain, but also sweet joy.

In early summer and May, weeping willows brush the ground, thick green touches people's faces, loquats turn yellow, bayberries turn red, and golden wheat blooms. Tall piles of threshed wheat straw stand in the village, which is a paradise for children. Dig a hole, crawl in, hide in it and let others find you. Digging two holes, one at each end, and keeping the middle open, we enjoyed doing this grand game project endlessly. When I was tired, I lay on my back and watched the moon, the stars, and the twinkling fireflies flying around the wheat field...

At this time, the hibiscus flowers also bloomed for the first time, and the red ones were as bright as the fire. , as white as clouds, blooming in full swing and intoxication in front of the hall, behind the house, and beside the ditch beside the garden. I don’t know how many varieties of hibiscus there are. I heard people say that the colors are not only red and white, but the petals can also be single or double. But the only ones I saw when I was a child were red and white, and both were single-petaled. The hibiscus flowers are blooming, as if they are blowing the trumpets of summer. There is a column of pollen in the middle of the flower. The wind blows the flowers, and the column sheds a golden color. Let's go, don't stand there, pick a bowl of flowers. Following the instructions of the adults, I went to pick hibiscus flowers. When I saw the blooming ones, I pinched them with my hands and removed the sepals and stamens, leaving only the tender petals. After washing, it can be used for cooking or making soup. It is smooth and delicious.

The sweet memory brought to me by this hibiscus flower is accompanied by the delicious food of my childhood, so it is particularly real. Of course, what the hibiscus flower brings to me is not only pain and sweetness, but also the memory of labor.

Farmers are the most restless. When winter turns to spring, a new vegetable field is plowed and a slope of wasteland is reclaimed. Villagers often plant hibiscus branches densely around it. Cut the branches from the old branches, cut them into two long strips and insert them into the soil. It didn't take long for the branches that had been exposed to rain to sprout buds uncontrollably.

After another month or two, a lush green fence begins to take shape, and it is no longer so easy for chickens to get into the vegetable garden and peck at the leaves. A year or two later, it will be a square, green Great Wall. How can such a hibiscus flower be compared to those orchids and purple kites that are grown solely for viewing? It turns out to be so simple and simple that it has integrated into the lives of farmers and protected their homes.

Among the seven things to do when opening a farmhouse, this wood is “firewood”. Every household should always prepare some dry firewood. Wet firewood is not easy to catch fire. If a peasant woman is allowed to burn live firewood, she will make the housewife call the men in the family lazy. When the men's fields are free, they go to chop firewood. Then they chop a few hibiscus branches and go up the mountain. The ends of two long hibiscus branches are twisted together to form a binding strip, which is an excellent material for bundling firewood. When you carry a load of firewood home from the hill, you don't have to worry about the tough ties breaking and making a fool of yourself. During the weekend holidays, we also imitated adults to use hibiscus branches as binding strips to chop firewood. Then, we walked with our backs hunched for a while, rested for a while, carried a small bundle of firewood on our backs, and went home proudly at dusk when the smoke from the kitchen was everywhere.

In the work of chopping firewood here, there are memories of simple hibiscus flowers. This memory is undoubtedly very real.

I haven’t seen hibiscus in bloom for many years! Our vegetable gardens are gradually decreasing, and the remaining vegetable gardens no longer need to be planted with hibiscus to prevent chickens from pecking. We don’t have to go to the mountains to collect firewood, and of course we don’t need the tough ties made of hibiscus branches. Our menu is so rich. Can we eat the hibiscus flowers covered with dust when they are crawling around?

I don’t know, I can’t tell the answer. But when I was writing these words, I seemed to have imagined the appearance of hibiscus flowers blooming before my eyes: surrounded by the farm vegetable garden mixed with dense morning mist, the green leaves were covered with fine dewdrops, and the white and dew-stained leaves were covered with dewdrops. The red flowers, with their stamens trembling slightly, are each open like a small trumpet, shining in the sun, seeming to be playing a warm and cheerful pastoral orchestra...

Chapter 2 ：Hibiscus flower

Hibiscus flower is an imported product here. I never recognized it in the past. The only impression I have is that I have seen it described by a well-known and unknown writer in textbooks or extracurricular readings.

Meeting hibiscus flowers was an accident. In May, I stayed in the village and stayed in a rural primary school.

Because I worked as a teacher ten years ago, my impression of rural primary schools is usually one or two rows of green-tiled buildings, four or five classes of innocent and lively children, seven or eight well-dressed teachers, and a ten-acre pit. The bumpy campus... However, when I stepped into this primary school, the sight in front of me surprised me: this is a rural primary school, and it is clearly more beautiful than the municipal primary school I once taught. The milky white The teaching building stands dignifiedly and generously at the north end of the campus. The slogan "Realism, Innovation, Unity, and Educating" on the floor goes without saying that it is the school's motto; bursts of melodious reading can be heard in the spacious and bright classrooms, and in the center of the campus In the unique garden, red sunflowers, white orchids, and colorful roses were in full bloom. There were also some red-leafed chestnuts, locust trees, cedars, etc., as well as several unnamed tree species. Later, the principal... Tell me that's the hibiscus.

The curved trunk supports the huge canopy, and the leaves like autumn chrysanthemums appear all over the tree with green, purple and red (strictly speaking, ultraviolet pink inside). Flowers are dotted among them. Because of the big tree and the green color, it is difficult to spot these strange hibiscus flowers without looking carefully. Hibiscus flowers do not have the charm of peach blossoms, the shyness of apricot blossoms, and the tender whiteness of pear blossoms. The arrogance of the wintersweet is not as fiery as the sunflower, but it has the elegance of "the whole body" and the purity of "the face". It decorates the beautiful campus with its own beauty.

Out of admiration, out of admiration Due to an indescribable but very strong "curiosity and inquiry", the observation of hibiscus flowers and the understanding of school teachers enriched my leisure time during my work in the village. The principal is a middle-aged man, enthusiastic He is hospitable, professional, and has a strong sense of responsibility. Although the school and home are 100 meters away, he can hardly go home once seven days a week. I once talked with him about life, the earth-shaking changes in the school, and the origins of the medals. ; I also consciously or unconsciously observed the teachers holding the teaching whip on the three-foot podium to impart knowledge, holding candles at night to write lesson plans, and carefully marking and correcting homework. At this moment, I seem to be much younger, as if I have integrated into this team again. , back to the days when I was teaching. For them, it seems that they are going through the process of emotional changes from first acquaintance to closeness, from closeness to admiration. Because of this change, there are more exchanges between them.

I can’t remember which day it was. The spring rain was pattering outside the window. I was sitting alone at the table, arranging my thoughts, reading the newspaper, and involuntarily looking at the hibiscus flowers outside the window. .Perhaps it was because of the spring breeze on campus last night, a young hibiscus tree leaned against the wall. I held up my umbrella and walked out, and was about to hold it up when a purple-red "dress" floated over. , oh, it’s Little Teacher H. I saw her holding a shovel in her hand to shovel the soil. With our cooperation, after a while, the hibiscus flower stood gracefully in the rain.

During the conversation, we learned that she was just last year. The new teachers who came after graduation were influenced by their mothers to apply for normal school and engage in teaching.

Her mother is a retired teacher. She has never left the three-foot podium in her life and has trained a large number of talents, including the current principal. When the night is quiet, she often accompanies her mother to savor letters from students from all over the country and share their stories. The joy of success. She was intoxicated and infected. She told me that she should follow her mother's example. She also told me that she loved hibiscus flowers. With the love for hibiscus flowers, we interacted with each other with sweet laughter. Farewell. She stepped into the rain and approached the classroom with the sound of reading. Sometimes she looked back at the hibiscus tree that we had helped up. Watching her retreating back, my eyes once again turned to the hibiscus flower in the rain. This reminds me of the strange color of hibiscus flowers, and also reminds me of the differentiation between purple and pink. Is it so red that it becomes purple, or does it change from purple to red? Being so red that it turns purple is the accumulation of internal energy, the absorption of the outside world, and the enrichment of oneself. This is not the true nature of hibiscus. It should belong to the extroverted rose, which is colorful. Hibiscus flowers change from purple to red and then become overcast. Pink. Otherwise, why would it be purple on the inside, and become lighter and lighter toward the outside, gradually turning into pink and white? This is a release of one's own energy and a contribution to the outside world. This is the hibiscus flower.

In the phantom, the faint hibiscus flower turned into a faint "dress", and the faint "dress" transformed. Become the quiet little teacher H, transform into the silver-haired little teacher H’s mother and those hard-working gardeners...

Hibiscus flower, the quiet flower, the flower of dedication, the teacher’s Flowers...

Chapter 3: Hibiscus flowers outside the window

When the lease of the office building expired, we moved to the factory building. The environment of the factory is very beautiful. There are green lawns everywhere, willow trees, rockeries, fountains, bamboos... and occasionally you can hear the gentle and sweet chirping of birds. Of all these, what moves me the most is It’s the more than 10 hibiscus trees in front of the office window.

Hibiscus flower, also known as morning glory and infinity flower, is a deciduous shrub or small tree of the genus Hibiscus of the Malvaceae family. It blooms in summer and autumn, and the flowering period is from June to October. Although each flower only blooms for one day, There are tons of flowers blooming every day. It is often used as a flower hedge, single plant, row planting or as a background for other shrubs in gardens.

I remember, when I first moved into the office, I didn’t really like the hibiscus flowers outside the window. At that time, those hibiscus trees that had lost their leaves and were bare and gray-brown all over the body looked extremely desolate and lonely in the setting sun of winter, accompanied by the howling cold wind. I pay little attention to them.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and spring is approaching. On the row of bare branches outside the window, spots of buds are beginning to appear... Inadvertently, a sea of ??green has appeared, and there are many branches. The rhombus-shaped egg-shaped leaves are green and glowing with a moist soft light. They look quiet and elegant, spotless and lively. The slanting twigs are like the hands and feet of Xiaojiabiyu, all twisted and twisted. , pulling, tying, and hooking shoulders, they are densely packed, close to each other, clusters, fluffy, messy, filled with the breath of youth.

Gradually, I began to like the more than 10 hibiscus trees outside the window. Every morning, the first thing I do when I get to the office is to eagerly open the window and let the green sea rush in. After slowly spreading in my eyes, I reluctantly turn around, turn on the computer, and start the day's work.

Summer has entered in the blink of an eye, and the branches and leaves of the hibiscus outside the window have grown more green and lush. The twisted branches are covered with dense, clever and cute flower bones, some of which are wrapped in green. Like strings of green beads, some have taken off their green clothes, revealing red buds, shyly hiding among the green leaves, quietly waiting to bloom. As the little bits of delicate red hidden deep in the green leaves slowly spread around, on a morning after the rain, thousands of pink hibiscus flowers bloomed in the vibrant green. Above the sea, the flowers are blooming in a lively manner. The delicate petals are as thin as cicada wings, slightly wrinkled, and seem to be bound by a belt at the pedicle. A ray of golden sunlight shines on it, making it more and more beautiful. It looks radiant, beautiful and dazzling.

The breeze blows, and patches of flowers, like clouds, float happily above the green sea!

Although every blooming flower cannot escape the fate of blooming in the morning and falling in the evening, they still smile so beautifully and bloom so brightly!

The hibiscus outside the window blooms and withers, and blooms again every day. With their love and persistence for life, they bloom from the hot summer to the golden autumn.

The hibiscus flowers in autumn no longer bloom as much as in summer. They are scattered on the branches in twos and threes. Although there is no liveliness and prosperity in the past, every hibiscus flower in full bloom is still as beautiful as before. Gorgeous, they have not lost their luster due to the passage of time, but have become more charming and charming over the years, adding a touch of intoxicating pink to this golden season!

Looking at the healthy, fresh and vibrant hibiscus flowers outside the window, my heart became clear and bright. The flowers are like Buddha dust, sweeping away the musty dust that has been accumulated in my heart for too long, allowing me to raise the sail of hope again, with confidence and smile, work hard and be happy live! Life is as short as a meteor, and there is no reason why we should not try our best to leave more brilliance when life is burning vigorously, giving it to the world and ourselves.