The hills behind my old home were red again, and I knew that it was Yingshan red. Pieces of red as its name, like a mass of burning flames, the mountain reflected red. In this piece of flaming red, I seem to see her and happily run to me ......
She is like this reflecting red, warm and innocent, reflecting red others. Because of her, I came out of my uncommunicative, self-contained self.
That year, the same spring, the same in the mountains full of red, my story with her, began. On that day, the class spontaneously organized a spring trip. When we arrived at the mountain, we all played happily together, while I just sat on a boulder, holding a book. I knew clearly that my heart was not in the book. The sound of laughter, constantly stimulating my eardrums, how I longed to join them!
"I'm sure you'd like to play with your classmates, wouldn't you?" At that moment, she sat down next to me. I don't know how she could tell what was going on inside of me, but maybe she had been watching me for a long time and caught the envy that inadvertently showed out of the corner of my eye. "Hmm." I nodded and added, "I, I'm worried that they're ignoring me ......" She smiled cheerfully at my words and said, "Look, didn't I ignore you? You have not tried how to know they ignore you? Let's go, don't give yourself regrets ah!" Her phrase "don't leave yourself with regrets" touched my heart, I was a little hesitant. She sensed my hesitation and continued, "Don't hesitate! Believe me, let's go!"
After that, the process went much smoother than expected, as if I was one of them. She held my hand the whole time, and her words were like a spring breeze, blowing my apprehensive heart. We talked a lot and I asked her what her favorite flower was and she said she liked azaleas. She told me about the legend of the azalea: the ancient Shu State, there is an emperor Du Yu, and the Empress love exceptionally, because of the traitors framed, miserable death, the soul turned into a cuckoo bird, daily in the Empress garden cries, teardrops are drops of blood, stained with flowers in the garden, the Empress knows that her husband was transformed into a depressed death, the soul of the soul into a fiery red azalea blooming all over the mountains, so the azalea flower is also known as reflecting the red mountains.
I don't remember what we played that day, only that it was my happiest day. Our smiles were so bright that they shone against the red flowers on the mountains. From that day on, I gradually became more cheerful. She and I became close friends. Unfortunately, the next year she went out of town with her parents, and she was never contacted again.
Now, the azaleas are blooming again, and the scenery is still the same, but I can't see her anymore. I remembered her words once again, and gradually understood why she liked azaleas. The azalea represents the joy of love and the innocence of those who love this flower. It blooms only in its own season, always giving people a lively and boisterous feeling. The colorful azaleas evoke warm and beautiful feelings for life and symbolize the prosperity of the country and the happy life of the people. Bai Juyi wrote: "Looking back at the peach and plum are colorless, reflecting the hibiscus is not a flower." This is a high praise for the azalea.
See the azalea flowers again. The azalea is a flower that is not a flower, but a hibiscus.
See the flowers again
It is said that the spring in the countryside is the most beautiful, where the sky is especially blue and the endless green fields make people feel as if they were in the vast ocean. Yesterday, the sun shone brightly and I returned to the countryside on the weekend to hold hands with the spring and seek a simple and natural.
The flowers were in full bloom. When I was in the large field of rapeseed flowers, my heart shook. Four fields of endless, brilliant shaking eyes of rapeseed flowers silently open. The large golden sheen, and the refreshing fragrance of rapeseed flowers, interwoven into a beautiful idyllic sound painting.
It was as if I had entered a dream-like situation. I think this is the same as the legendary paradise. Because I was born in the countryside and stayed in the countryside for many years before leaving, so for me, the countryside in the spring is both familiar and strange. The season of rapeseed blossom is stored in my childhood memory. I still clearly remember when I went to school and left school, walking along the countryside path, looking out over the fields of rapeseed flowers. Rapeseed flowers in the field, a flower, a cluster, a piece, in the spring breeze, head high and furious, surplus beckon, show its dazzling style. Along the way, a wisp of flower fragrance to the nose, fresh and pleasant. In front of and behind them, bees and butterflies chased and danced, very poetic. At that time, my friends loved to recite Yang Wanli's poem: "The hedge is sparse, the path is deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen into the shade. The children rush after the yellow butterflies, but they fly into the cauliflowers and are nowhere to be found." That mood, forever engraved into the marks of life, become a never-fading meaning of the natural painting.
I still remember clearly, rape has not yet blossomed in the season, grandmother carry a bamboo basket, take me to play pigweed, through the rape field, I can in the dense rape between, pick out those small tender wild vegetables. When the oilseed rape blossomed with golden petals, the sun stretched out its warm hand and set the whole spring on fire. At this time, I like to run and laugh happily on the ridge of the rape field, holding a kite with a thin line in my hand. When I was tired, I would lie down in the rape bushes and watch the kite floating slowly in the blue sky, drifting farther and farther away, but I couldn't break free from the thin line. The days were quiet and distant, making the spring of my childhood so vivid and beautiful.
At that time, we liked to put a rapeseed flower in our head, which should be the silhouette of our best childhood yellow flower era. I think, many years later, the golden rapeseed flowers and the fragrance of rapeseed flowers with the smell of earth, is our fuzzy childhood dream shadow. Memories are always the best thing, I know my childhood has been like that once crazy blooming rapeseed flowers, with the passing of the years, but the memory of those pink tender yellow, but forever bloomed in the depths of the heart.
See the flowers again. I know that canola is the flower of happiness for folks, the flower of life, the hope they sow. Bathed in the golden world of rapeseed blossoms, looking at the folks' smiling faces, I think, this year, the village oil mill will be long fragrant, the sound of the machine is constantly ......
See the flowers again
On the way back home, far away from seeing a tree full of golden flowers. My heart could not help but tenderly move, déjà vu. I walked a few steps closer to see, and it was those flowers again, the ones that used to bloom in front of the window, the ones that touched me year after year. The year before last, I wrote for them "petal rain"; last year, I wrote for them "flowers full of trees"; this year, I can not help but pick up the pen, and then write a few lines for them.
It is now the beginning of April, and those flowers seem to open a little earlier. They are so eager to open, do they also know how to cherish the time, cherish the spring? Thinking of last year, the year before, the tree full of flowers in front of the window to impress me is still so clear, but the days have sneaked away a lot. The flowers are still so brightly colored, the leaves are still so green and lined, everything seems like last year, the year before, and the people who look at the flowers can no longer go back to the past, can not go back to the past.
With a flurry of thoughts across the bridge, there are several trees like that on the side of the road, full of golden flowers, because of the bright green leaves, more enchanting up. I can not help but slow down my pace, like a curious child, walking and looking around. A breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers, and then fluttered down many small golden petals, see petal rain! A few petals drifted down on the head of a passing girl, mischievously embellished her black hair. Suddenly, a faint sadness slowly rose from the bottom of the heart, in front of this fresh and delicate flowers, even if you have a youthful mind, there will not be forever youthful appearance. When Shaohua like this fluttering petals, fluttering away, life can only fall into the mud into dust.
These flowers are in order, year after year open, brilliant, year after year touched me. They spend most of the year in silence, with only so many three or two or four or five days of splendor. But these few days of the year are quite striking, and that open, dense beauty is visually striking, even mind-blowing. I'm becoming more and more fond of this tall plant, of its thick and thin, of its flaunting personality. A kind of life, in a lifetime to be able to splendor once enough, but these amazing plants, but once again and again, so my eyes added some admiration and envy of the ingredients.
Looking at this tree in full bloom, bathed in this flurry of petals in the rain, breathing this refreshing fragrance of flowers, imagining that they have experienced a year of long silence after the sudden glow of splendor, I do not feel a thousand thoughts. From my attention to this plant for more than two years, my silence is by no means less than their silence, and they have time and again climbed to the peak of life will be passionate, then I? My life still does not appear brilliant as a flower of the moment, while the years are like running water from my side day and night in a hurry, quietly took away my youth, my dreams.
Flowers bloom and thank, thank and bloom again, year after year. And a person's life can't die and live, over and over again. Some things go, will come again; and some things go, but never come back. I don't know, to be next year flowers, who is laughing in the bush?