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I moved into the newly decorated house before the Spring Festival. Although I opened the door and opened the window for a month, I still felt some strange smell, so I bought several pots of small scenic trees and a plate of gardenia in the flower market, hoping to purify the air and decorate the space.
That pot of gardenia is a treasure in my heart. The gardenia saplings just bought, that is, 20 centimeters high, green leaves, and there are several green flowers on the branches, which attract me to bring her home, attracting my mother and me to stand by her side for a while every day, watching her silently, but she just doesn't show the petals. Every day I will take good care of it, fertilize and water regularly, looking forward to a florescence meeting.
My parents live with me. As the old saying goes, a wife in heaven is not as good as a girl in hell. On the other hand, I enjoy the treatment when I was still a little girl as a wife, and my parents took good care of all the big and small affairs in the family. Every morning I do not like to get up early, I am often aroused by my mother, hurriedly eat a meal has been placed on the breakfast table and hurry to go to work. Don't be afraid of wasting your mother's intention of getting up early to cook, and she's afraid of being late for work after eating.
Almost every day my mother nagged: get up a little early, you can sit there quietly to eat, busy!
I promised with a smile on my side, and it will be the same tomorrow.
I am used to shouting "Mom" when I come home at night. What's good to cook tonight? When I heard my mother's reply, I felt that I had something to lean on in my heart.
Mother likes to be clean and wipes the floor over and over again when she has time every day. First wipe the floor with a wetter towel, and then use a drier towel to shine. The floor and bedroom at home are bright every day. I am afraid that my mother is tired, so I often rush to get the ground. My mother disliked me for being careless and wouldn't let me. I'll just wipe it once and clean it up.
Those flowers grow more and more happily under the care of my mother and me, and they look the same every day.
In my spare time, I like to stand beside them and comment: look at the emerald green leaves of gardenia as if coated with wax, bright. Look at those scenic trees, tall and straight, graceful.
When people eat whole grains, it is impossible to say that one day there will be a knock on the door. Maybe God envies me that I can still be cared for by my mother at the age of forty, or the reason why I live under my mother's wings. Mother suddenly seriously ill, so that I suddenly lost the focus of life, began to mindless busy between the unit, home. When my mother was in hospital, she struggled to speak weakly, didn't want me to feed, and insisted on sitting up to eat by herself. As a result, she was sweating and panting every time. It was only when I couldn't hold on for a few months that I was willing to take a leak, turn over and wipe my back.
Looking at my mother lying in the hospital bed, I could not help but burst into tears and began to cry with my mother in my arms: I am not sensible. I usually fill my heart with my mother's tired, angry, self-remorse and guilt. I prayed silently in my heart, Mom, get better soon, let me have the opportunity to honor you well!
The house is already messy and ugly. I have no time and mood to take care of the flowers and trees at home and clean up the room carefully. I also know how hard my mother is at home all day, cooking on time every day, tidying up the rooms and cleaning.
Suddenly a fragrance wafted in the evening, which attracted me out of the bedroom to the balcony. Wow, gardenia is in bloom! Standing by the flower, bending down, I sniffed her deeply and gently kissed the petals. The gardenia in the moonlight, quietly and cleverly hidden in the leaves, did not wither because of my neglect, but revealed gentle and charming smiling faces, white petals and light yellow stamens filled with a faint fragrance, surrounded and clustered gently by emerald leaves, the leaves were not flamboyant, not eye-catching, so quietly dedicated to the blooming of the flowers, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. I seem to see my mother working hard for us day by day.
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Remember the flower words of gardenia: eternal love and agreement, life waiting and joy. It's a beautiful sustenance. Love is willing to silently wait by the side, silently bless in the heart, may love and be loved people can be healthy, happy!
Gardenia has been pregnant with buds since winter and did not bloom until the summer solstice. It is said that the longer the budding period, the longer Qingfen. Flowers and leaves are still green all the year round after wind and rain, which inadvertently blooms, but it has experienced long-term efforts and persistence. Perhaps the growth habits such as gardenia are more in line with this fancy language. It is not only the love, but also the beautiful, tenacious and mellow essence of life under the plain, lasting, warm and refined appearance.
Think of the beautiful song "Gardenia Blossom" sung by he Zhi many years ago, this season, we will leave, it is difficult to give up your shy girl, just like a fragrance, lingering in my heart, gardenia blooming, so lovely, waving goodbye to joy and helplessness, time seems to be fast, day and night also irrigate our youth, gardenia bloom, gardenia bloom, like crystal waves in my heart Gardenia blooming, gardenia blooming, is a touch of youth and pure love. The faint sadness of youth seems to float around, the faint fragrance of gardenia, strands of silk, sultry.
Yuehua such as water, gently sniffing gardenia, can not help but let the heart feel a little surprised, how intoxicated. A few wisps of breeze shy, delicate face half-hidden embrace of the pipa, this shy posture, particularly graceful, let people add a lot of love. Those memories of youth also come in a trance, carrying hands running carefree on the railway line, accompanied by walking on the road of the college entrance examination, there is also a faint fragrance floating to and fro by the roadside, and it is agreed that hand in hand will not be separated. In the fun and play to send away countless twilight sunsets, together agreed to see the sea, to experience facing the sea, spring flowers blooming romantic, colorful butterflies Pianpian, drunken dance fleeting. However, after the college entrance examination, it became a watershed, and the concern and agreement between the two places gradually disappeared in the fragrant season of gardenia a few years later.
One day I suddenly received a letter, you said, we are not children, face the reality, there is an insurmountable gap between us: we learn different majors, employment will not be the same. And you can't let go of your parents and go to other cities with me, and I can't go back to my hometown. Tears have already dimmed the eyes, wet the black and white words in the hands, graffiti has become a scattered, disorganized picture. Do not say sadness and pain, do not seek fate deep and shallow. I imprisoned myself indoors for a long time. Mother's call, father's reprimand, brothers' persuasion, tears soaked my lovely pillow, and finally figured it out, out of that obscure day. Love is at the ends of the earth, love is gone, close to the end of the world. Let go of love and freedom, I can't keep it.
Now I use the years as a note to cherish the fragrance I first met. The past has long been light, and that short and beautiful encounter, only gardenia blooming feelings, only low eyebrows miss, only silent wishes, good years, their own safety.
According to the moonlight to hang the old thoughts on the gardenia petals, a few crystal dewdrops rolled around, reluctant to fall, I leaned over and kissed her again, just like the dragonfly scratched the surface of the water that year. Gently go back to the bedroom, let the beautiful gardenia fragrance float all over my cabin, let the flower fragrance accompany me to dream, may the dream also be fragrant.
Author: late winter dusk snow
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