Walking in the morning, I suddenly saw a flower, a flower far away from the flowers, a flower that no longer stood upright. The branches of this flower lay on the ground, and they lay not straight, but curved.
Curving, not just ordinary curving, its curving drew a circle on the ground, extended out of the circle, and extended to a further place. In a further place, it even raised its head and bloomed a flower.
When I saw this flower, my heart ached and shook. Pain is for the bending of flowers, what kind of suffering, can let a flower branch bending into this? What happened to it? Does it grow like this or does something force it to do so? Shock is for its flowers, it is such a kind of tribulation, it still blooms, and, is the flower that opens upward, is the flower of bright color. And what power was it that enabled it to triumph over all misfortunes and produce such brilliant flowers?
But my pain was only a moment, and the hurried footsteps of morning exercisers in front of me and behind me kept approaching me, gradually away from me, away from me, and gradually approaching me. I looked around at the morning exercise people, a pain a shock feeling slowly faded, disappeared.
I wanted to take a picture of this flower with my mobile phone, but the hurried footsteps of people exercising in the morning made me hesitate. I am afraid that people will look at me in the eyes, because I go to shoot such a flower and show a strange light. So I was a little timid, and then resentfully, step by step a turn back to leave the flower.
I left this flower, but this flower did not leave me! This flower is like a seed, deeply rooted in my heart. No matter where I go, no matter what kind of scenery I see, this flower will always appear in my mind, and my heart will always ache and shake because of this flower. So I turned around and ran toward the place where I saw the flower.
But I can't find this flower anymore. Where I had seen this flower, there remained weeds and flowers which the gardeners had plucked from the bushes, some dying, some still fresh. My heart felt cold and hurt even more.
Will there be the flower I am looking for among these weeds and flowers? I don't know, I only know, let me pain, let me shock that flower disappeared, disappeared in the short period of time I left it.
Why did it disappear? Why didn't I photograph it then? What am I afraid of? Others are in a hurry to walk, exercise, I take a flower and what is wrong with it?
A lot of things, ah, are only known later regret.
Suddenly I remembered an article I had read to the effect that someone wanted to go to a place to see a person who had been kind to him, but for various reasons, until the benefactor went, he hurried over, but he could not see him alive again. Grief, remorse, guilt, he blamed himself. Was he really that busy? Is it true that you can't spare time to visit your benefactor? But his self-reproach can only be self-reproach forever, everything is too late
That regret and guilt of not seeing my benefactor should be my current state of mind. If I see this flower decidedly patted it, and who will laugh at me, with strange eyes to see me? That is, others laugh at me and look at me strangely. So what? Would I regret it as much as I do now? And now, when others see me like a person standing in front of a piece of weeds, other people's eyes will also have a strange? So what?
People, ah, really can not say clearly, many important choices, in fact, is also a matter of moments.
Flowers, I'm really sorry! I looked at the weeds and flowers in front of me and muttered in my heart.
In fact, I know, really sorry, not only flowers, but also my heart.
Author: Zhang Keshe
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