My mother died when I was five years old. I haven't said a word since then. At that time, I sat by the window all day looking out, and I didn't know what I wanted to see. The sky in the city is always gray, and the gloomy and dim world weighs heavily on my chest, which is very boring and annoying! "Cam, come and play." "Cam, look at the new toys!" "Cam ..." It seems that there are some voices coming from far away, which are so unreal and dreamy. Or maybe I have traveled to another world, and my ears are separated by heavy cotton walls, buzzing.
"What's wrong with the child? Don't even know how to eat? Not hungry? " Am I hungry? Hungry? Not hungry? It was a cold wind, and the rain pattered against the leaves. "Cam, are you cold?" Cold not cold? Cold not cold? Cold not cold?
"What happened to Cam? So dull as a log, I didn't respond to anything I told him. Are you a fool? "
at the age of twelve, I was sent to the mountains.
a small brick courtyard house is located on the hillside, with green vines flowing around the stream and ancient trees in the jungle. The gate is adjacent to a slightly steep soil slope. Little Square between the slope and the quadrangle is a good place for children to play. It is often heard that adults call them to stay away from the soil slope, not because the slope is steep and dangerous, but because the whole slope is covered with small shrubs covered with needles. For me, there is no such worry. I sat by the big locust tree in front of the gate, turned a deaf ear to the laughter of the children playing in the courtyard, and looked at the front for a long time without moving.
In May, warm winds swept over the peaks, cuckoos sang, and Shan Ye reappeared with beautiful spring scenery: the green branches of the bushes slowly spit out buds, and dragonflies on the banks of the stream both dipped in water. In front of the door, the withered vines were wrong with a brown-gray steep slope, which was covered with green and new leaves sprouted overnight. Half a month or so, a * * * flower stem stands at the top of the steep slope, smiling at me against the breeze. She knows me? In the next few days, one bright purple bud after another opened one after another: some were small and dense, some were large and sparse, and some were different in size. I must have seen them somewhere. ! Yes, I remember, the circle of flowers around my mother's bed.
I approached them, and suddenly a sweet smell filled my surroundings. Their fragrance spreads everywhere. When I smell this fragrance, I never want to stay away. Mom!
"ah-ah-ah!" The flowers' thin petals tremble in the wind. Listen, they are greeting me!
I waved to them. "Ah-la-ha-ha!" Some voices came out of my mouth unconsciously.
"What are you jabbering at the roses?" The boy Pippi ran over and asked.
he's asking me? He doesn't understand. But the roses understood, and they laughed and bowed, and they were clamoring: "Cam, my dear child, how are you!" "
"ok! Hehe! " I laughed with the roses.
“ *** ！ Sick! " Pippi turned and ran away.
"Come on, come on, oh yeah!" Roses danced happily with the rippling spring breeze in the valley.
Suddenly, I felt I should run, so I ran along the narrow path around Rose Valley. "Oh yeah, oh yeah!" I cheered loudly and waved violently.
The people in the back yard smashed the pot with a bang. They stamped at me loudly, as if to tell me to stop. Followed by several adults to rush to me, grabbed my arm nervously and dragged me back three times and two times. I shouted and tried to break free from their wrists. They are working harder. "Ah-ah-ah!" I scream, I kick, I scratch, I bite, and I roll around. I didn't expect my strength to be so great that several adults couldn't hold it, and I was in a hurry and sweaty.
"No, no, no, let him go!" There was a lark-like voice in my ear. It was the first time I heard such a beautiful voice in the world.
"Doctor, he's sick. If you don't catch him, run away."
"It's all right, let him go and let me handle it." A slender and thin figure caught my eye, and she looked at me with concern. This is the first time I met her, Aria, a 22-year-old border aid intern.
when the shackles on my body were loosened, I jumped up, "sou" jumped out and jumped around the rose valley again.
I saw her following me, so I grabbed handfuls of dirt from the ground, threw it at her and hit you! Hit you! Hit you! She quickly dodged left and right, widening the distance with me. Tired of running, I slowed down and shouted at the rose. When the flowers heard this, they laughed and danced frequently. The wind shuttled up and down the slope, and the flower valley rang with cheers. They said they loved me! Lieb Mich! You may not believe that this world really has flower language, but at that time, I didn't know what was going on, and I actually knew flower language!
I babbled with the rose, "pa pa!" " I applaud happily.
"bang bang!" Applause also came from behind me. I paused and looked back. Aria earnestly "oh-oh-oh" and shouted at the Rose Valley, just like my voice. She knows what Rose says, too?
I pointed to the rose and said something to her. Aria replied the same thing and looked at me.
"bam!" A big rose with a bent waist, butterflies picking honey in her flower heart flew by, pecked my cheek, and planted it in the rose's arms with a thud, which made me laugh and turned back and forth.
"hehehe." Aria also smiled, rocking with laughter.
I showed her the butterfly excitedly, and she nodded at me eagerly.
I hopped and ran again, and Aria followed me. I stopped, Aria also stopped quickly. I turned my head, and for the first time, I smiled at the person and continued to run.
Aria said to everyone that night, "Today, Cam smiled at me!"
When the roses are in full bloom, as long as the weather is sunny, I must go out and talk to the flowers, laughing and shouting. Aria always follows me and looks at the roses from time to time. The distance between her and me is gradually narrowing. Sometimes, when I don't run, I sit by the rose valley and stare at the flowers below, and she sits next to me carefully and says nothing. Sometimes, when I'm tired of running and I'm sleeping in the grass by the roadside, she comes quietly and covers me with a coat. When I wake up from my dream, I often hear her humming softly: "My Lord, I love you; My Lord, I long for you; May your love attract me and make my heart love you only. The song is soft and gentle, which makes me feel calm and happy.
Soon, the noisy and warm summer will leave, and the autumn wind is getting bleak. Many roses have come to say goodbye to me, and the petals have gone with the wind, leaving withered branches. After several autumn rains, the children were not allowed to go out. Before breakfast, Aria will bring me a bunch of newly picked roses, which are fragrant and refreshing when they first bloom in the morning. But I know it is not easy to pick them back. The sharp and prickly stems of roses are covered with sharp needle hairs like thorns. If you are not careful, you will get hurt and bleed. Careful Aria also wrapped a white cloth around the lower end of the rose stem, so that I wouldn't prick my hand when holding the bouquet. I smiled at Aria, then looked at the roses and said, "Ay Amera, Wuella, please." Aria looked at me with a smile and said seriously, "Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on." The crystal dew on the petals sparkled with magnificent pink and purple colors under the golden light of the morning glow, and trembled with me and laughed: "Ah, hurry!" Ah, hurry! "
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the autumn rain keeps falling. I haven't seen roses for many days. "Cam hasn't laughed for many days." Aria anxiously said to the people around him.
It was drizzling that day, and I didn't see Aria at breakfast. Adults ask each other, "Where did Aria go?" Someone replied: "In the morning, she told me that on the other side of the rose valley, there were three rocks blocking the cold wind, and there was a cluster of roses in full bloom in the south depression. She went to pick roses, it's far away, and she will come back later. " I waited anxiously until noon, but Aria still didn't come back. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and for fear of accidents, the adults had to go out and look for it.
I rushed out of the gate, as if a rocket was pushing behind me, and no one could stop me. "Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on!" I yelled and danced, and I don't know who led me, but I suddenly rushed down the rose slope. Only the grown-ups shouted at the back: "Cam, come back quickly, you don't even have your shoes on, roses prick people!" "
I've climbed and rolled with my hands and feet, and I've gone down to a deep place in the Rose Valley. It was a cool breeze, and the rose petals scattered all over the floor were blown up by the wind and floated faintly. There are no roses in full bloom in the Rose Valley, and the uneven stems are staggered and covered with the valley surface. Almost every step, I will step on the stem of the rose, and when I meet the undulating small terrain, it is steep and slippery, so I will hold the stem of the rose by hand and climb up. Dense rose thorns filled my palms and soles, and soon I was bleeding. It's strange how I didn't feel pain at that time, or didn't care about feeling at all?
it's still raining, and blood and rain are flowing all the way. When I reached the bottom, there was still no sign of Aria. Maybe she sprained her ankle and rested by the rose bushes. Maybe she was hiding to scare me. When the distant treetops flashed, my heart jumped and I listened with bated breath, but it was just the sound of the wind.
"Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on!" I shouted loudly. The surrounding valleys echoed "Wuella, ah, urge me to scatter"-"ah, urge me to scatter"-"scatter"-"scatter" ... and gradually became quiet.
"Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on." There was a crisp voice in my ear. I quickly turned around and disappeared, only to find a huge and bright rose. Why didn't I notice it before? "Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on!" Crispy sweet sounds come and go. A strange phenomenon happened: "? O? O?” One rose after another bounces back and opens, bigger and more beautiful than the previous roses, not only purple, but also crimson, golden, orange and so on. The petals have also increased by several layers, which are more crystal clear under the rain. They chattered for a long time. One of them, like a queen flower, is not only surprisingly large, but also different petals show different colors, as gorgeous as a rainbow. As soon as she spoke, everyone quieted down. She shook the graceful corolla, rolled back the petals and caught a few shiny water drops, which flew directly to the sky and finally fell into the sky. After half a ring, there was an echo of "Hiccup-Hiccup" in the sky. Several red-crowned cranes appeared in the sky. One wing of them flapped gracefully, and the other wing was deeply trapped in the white clouds like cotton balls, and they flew slowly towards the Rose Valley together with the white clouds. At the back end of the white clouds, there is a red-crowned crane with a big sunflower in its mouth, just like holding a canopy for someone.
White clouds stopped by my side, and I saw Aria lying on the cloud bed, with the big petals of sunflowers blocking the raindrops for her, and the center of the disk was inlaid with colorful gems, including jasper, sapphire, agate, topaz, amethyst, aquamarine ... The colorful halo reflected that Aria's face was more beautiful and moving. She closed her eyes and clutched a bunch of rare white roses in her hands. What happened to her? What's the matter?
"Ayi Amera, Wuella, come on!" At the command of the rose, all the roses shook the corolla together and lifted the petals into the sky. At this time, the rain stopped, and countless floating rose petals formed a rainbow in mid-air. Different colors diffused bright and colorful brilliance in the golden sunshine after the rain, reaching the sky. In all directions, dancing butterflies came slowly under the attraction of the rainbow, dancing lightly and kissing Ai Liya's forehead one by one above her head. Finally, Aria opened his eyes, smiled and called me in a weak voice: "Cam." Pass the white rose. I suddenly felt a surge of heat in my heart and a lump in my throat. For the first time in seven years, I stammered "Ah-Li-Ya!" "
"Heh-heh-heh" The red-crowned crane danced with its slender * * *, "Oh yeah-oh yeah-oh yeah" the roses cheered. The sky is full of floating petals, and flowers are flying like butterflies, sparkling and smart.
From then on, the flowers in the Rose Valley will bloom all the year round, showing different colors of flowers every month, such as light yellow, crimson, deep wine red and even dark purple, blue, green or red and yellow, and yellow spots on a white background. The most wonderful thing is that the dense thorns on the rose body melted quietly in the rain and blood that flowed that day, leaving only a few big prickles that were broken at once. So they got a new name-Rosa chinensis.
Many years have passed, and I was admitted to Beijing Forestry University to study botany as I wished, and then I stayed there to teach. I can easily identify hundreds of kinds of Chinese roses and roses, and I am familiar with the characteristics, cultivation and uses of each kind of Chinese rose or rose. But I can't communicate with them anymore. I almost forgot all the rose words of that year, except one sentence that has never forgotten. It will sing in my heart for a long time: "Ayi Amera, Wuella, ah, hurry!" This sentence means:
"Aria-
I love her-!"
rose love story