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After living in the city for a long time, I asked for leave on Sunday to go to the wild. Some weeds grew on a barren beach at the foot of a mountain, which was as big as a dozen acres of land. The season has arrived in early autumn, and we are getting closer and closer. The breeze blows, and a faint floral fragrance floats over the nose, enters the nostrils and penetrates into the lungs. This smell is too familiar to me! Isn't this the long-lost smell of Malanhua? Following the direction of the wind, I ran after it quickly and suddenly saw Malan. On a land as big as a basketball court, Malan is growing, and they all have blue flowers!
These lovely spirits, swaying gently under the breeze, seem to be dancing to meet my arrival! Aren't the blue buds blooming on Malan leaves the flowers they are holding? They stood there in droves, full of energy and high spirits! They looked at me and I looked at them. They seem to be watching old friends who meet after a long separation, as if telling me about their parting after many years and their loneliness for so many years.
Ma Lianhua; Also known as Malanhua, Iris and Phalaenopsis. Ma Lianhua also contains the meaning of eternal love, so some places also call Ma Lianhua Yingtai flower. Ma Lianhua is in her hometown. It appears in early spring, blooms in midsummer and bears fruit in autumn. It's flowering in Ma Lian. Ma Lianhua is a wild flower. It grows on the edge of rural villages and can be seen everywhere. Its vitality is extremely strong, whether it is good weather; Whether it is trampled by people or crushed by cars, it grows tenaciously and never gives in to the harsh climate and environment. Moreover, Ma Lianhua's tough personality makes him extremely adaptable, fertile and growing.
In the fields and ditches of my hometown, it can be seen everywhere, sometimes in clusters, sometimes in single flowers, and it is easy to see one piece on the grass. Because it is ordinary, it is impossible to enter the room and is often forgotten. But I especially like Malanhua, because only Malanhua is very quiet. I like its quietness. It opens quietly, not to catch up with the excitement, but in its own season, it has its own ideas and preferences. So unique, so chic, doing your own thing sincerely. Unlike those vulgar things, they will only cater to the owner's taste, affectation, and the smiling face and posture that the owner likes will eventually be abandoned by the owner.
The lotus in my hometown varies in height, and it is as beautiful as a purple butterfly. Short plants are everywhere, and no one appreciates them. Around the Dragon Boat Festival, people brought some leaves from Ma Lian to make zongzi. Little friends unplug Malan, pinch a two-inch-long leaf, put it to their mouth, and inhale while moving horizontally. Leaves will make a "zi zi" sound, which is very fun. We picked Malanhua and sucked the liquid as bright as dew into our mouth, and the faint sweetness spread on the taste buds. How many times have I dreamed of the taste in the depths of my memory!
Pull out a Malan and put a leaf on my lips. I want to hear the long-lost voice again. Pick a Malan flower and suck the nectar. I want to taste the distant taste again. But the sound made by the blade is not as loud as I remember, and the taste of the liquid is not as long as the aftertaste. I'm disappointed! Is it the hardship of childhood that makes us have that sweetness, or is the happy life now filling our appetite?
Looking at the fragments of Malanhua, I was lost in thought. In a trance, I seem to see a thin figure coming towards me along Malan Cong. That's my neighbor, a girl named Ye Qiu. Miss Qiu Ye is the oldest of our friends. She lost her mother when she was young. After her father remarried, she paid little attention to her sister Qiu Ye, and her stepmother even scolded her. Ye Qiu doesn't go to school with her peers, and she can't work in a team because she is still young. Although Sister Ye Qiu is often kicked out of the house by her stepmother, and sometimes she can't even eat, she is very happy and skillful when she is with us.
As far as I can remember, there seems to be nothing she can't do. As far as Malan is concerned, she can knit all kinds of small things with that leaf and teach us to knit. She holds Malan leaves in her hand and cooperates with her hands. In a very short time, she can weave animals such as ponies, pigs, deer and goats, and she can also weave boxes containing grasshoppers and butterflies. We often show off those knitted animals in front of our partners, and also catch insects such as grasshoppers and butterflies in boxes for observation.
A small canal at the entrance of the village is covered with Malanhua. Their reproductive ability is very strong, clusters, some extending to the path, being trampled around, but still blooming the most beautiful flowers in the coming year. The light blue petals are swaying in the morning breeze. Blue is purple, neither thick nor bright, just like a simple but elegant peasant girl.
In the countryside at that time, people's food and clothing problems could not be solved, and no one had the mind to care about those flowers and plants. But there is an innate love for children and flowers. Every spring, when all kinds of wild flowers in the field are smiling brightly, a group of friends and I run in the green field with a bamboo basket and a small shovel. Hanging dandelions, chubby bitter vegetables and fat pig ears are all our favorite wild vegetables. After eating potatoes and radishes all winter, these fresh and tender wild vegetables have become the focus of people's table.
With all the wild vegetables, it's time to stretch your legs and play. At this time, all kinds of wild flowers that bloom beside fields and ditches are the most beautiful scenery in our eyes. Squat down and play while picking, and you will soon be able to pick one, fold a few wickers, weave a straw hat, and dress up all kinds of wild flowers on the straw hat. Singing nursery rhymes, accompanied by sunset and laurel trees, our friends lined up on the country road and walked home happily, which made the working people laugh, but we were proud of ourselves as little soldiers. Now, when we think of ourselves as children, our corners of the mouth will rise unconsciously.
Sister Ye Qiu took her stepmother's children, but she also cooked, fed chickens and pigs. As far as I can remember, she always wears a long black adult dress. Tears have been swirling in her eyes, and she wiped them with rough fingers from time to time, leaving tears on her face. Fortunately, she took a broken list and spread it on the path in front of the door, so that the child could sit on the ground. She also sat on the slope, behind which were clumps of lush Malania. Malanhua leaves are long and narrow, like leek leaves, thin and long, very flexible. She picked two newly opened flowers and tied them on her braids. Then she turned and put a handful of Ma Lian leaves on the ground for her little brother to play with.
Seeing that we came back from school with schoolbags on our backs, Sister Akiba always took out the biggest pony from her pocket and handed it to me, and like magic, she took out a picked Malanhua from under the grass and put it in my schoolbag. She knows that I like flowers, and she will pick one for me every few days, and let me go back and put it in a canned bottle and fill it with water. This will last for several days.
In summer, the village waters the land, and the small ditch is full of water. Sister Ye Qiu sat by the ditch, washed a lot of clothes, and then had a rest. When she saw me coming from school, she took me and whispered that I was getting married, the son of a relative in Houmashan. I don't understand, really don't understand. At that time, in my eyes, Sister Ye Qiu was also a child who was only 15 years old. However, facing the world of adults, I am helpless. When I got home, I put the Malanhua that Sister Akiba gave me in a bottle and looked at the blue flowers, but all I saw was Sister Akiba's childish face and tears.
A year later, in May when Malan was in full bloom, Sister Ye Qiu got married. I ran quietly to the wedding carriage and saw Sister Ye Qiu dressed in red. She didn't cry or give up. She told me that the family she was going to marry could have enough to eat. Since then, no one has picked a bunch of Malania for me and stuffed it into my hand, and no one has made me a flower basket. Later, I left the village to go to school and never saw Malanhua again. I was air-dried into painful memories with my poor autumn leaf sister and engraved in my heart.
My Malanhua, a long-lost old friend! Bend down and touch them gently. The hard, thick and dark green Malan leaves are still so textured. On the calyx growing between leaves, there are three or four pale blue evergreens clustered together, clinging together like brothers and sisters. I picked a Malanhua conveniently, took it in my hand and looked at it carefully, then put it in front of my nose and sniffed it. Blue and white petals, with strong or light fragrance, are simply the good wine brewed by this outstanding winemaker in nature! I was deeply moved when I saw Malanhua today. I have never enjoyed Malanhua as much as I do today. I admire Malanhua's perseverance, self-improvement and indomitable will. Appreciate the simple and tough character of Malanhua; I appreciate Malanhua's virtue of sharing weal and woe.