I always see an old man on the way to school, the old man wearing blue and purple clothes, but that color has lost her former glory, the rest is just a faded clothes, and he is the opposite of his car of flowers, those flowers red red purple purple , can be completely used to describe the beautiful flowers, in the cold late autumn, his car more than a few pots of golden chrysanthemums, compared to the old man, the golden chrysanthemums, the golden chrysanthemums, the old man is the most important thing, but also the most important thing, the old man is the most important thing, the old man is the only one who can see the flowers. The golden yellow chrysanthemums looked so gorgeous compared to the old man.
One day, I was trying to buy pots of flowers to put on the balcony of my own home, I walked to the old man's flower car money, just in time to hear the old man and another person's conversation, the person asked, "Your son has not come back ah?" The old man sighed: "That's right, my son is working in the city, he's busy with his work, he doesn't have time to come back to see me and his mom. Occasionally accustomed to the son is not around, on the contrary, these flowers bring us both some fun, time long, feel inseparable from these words, see them, just like seeing their own son is alive and kicking, old age, will always feel lonely." This is another flower seller came and asked, "Master, how much do you charge for this pot of flowers?" The old man said, "Just that five dollars." The man handed over the money while taking the pot of colorful flowers from the old man.
I asked, "How much do you charge for this pot of flowers? The old man smiled and said, "Child, if you like it, grandpa will give it to you." I said, "How can this be a good idea, you are not easy to plant, not a little pity to give away?" "Hey, take it away." I took it from the old man's hand, I understood why the old man loved the flowers so much, it was because he loved his son more, he always felt that his son was as energetic as a flower, and hoped that his son always wanted to be as healthy as he is now.
Every pot of flowers is the old man wants his son's heart, I hold this pot of golden yellow chrysanthemums that the old man sent me, put them in front of my desk, I think, if they are placed on the balcony, will not let the cool winds of the late fall to blow them down, every time I write homework, I look up and I can see this pot of flowers, when I am tired, I see him, will let me know that there is to the old man care for his son like that person! , caring for me at all times .......