The spring sun shines warmly on the body, the heavy cotton clothes can not wear, covered with sweaty back itchy like bugs bite lice bite, so people can not help but want to peel bamboo shoots layer by layer to peel off the burden on the body, so that the whole body and mind are loose loose fast.
Outside the window can not see a trace of green, window several tall green poplar tree hanging a caterpillar like flakes, gray in the breeze gently shaking, no one is willing to look at them for a long time to stay in them, only a few of the same gray sparrows squatting in the swaying branches, in the spring warmth in the first cold, I do not know because of what the cause of the argument, from time to time, there is a flake eerily flake down, noiseless. The first time I saw it, I saw it, and I saw it, and I saw it. The old lady who sits on a wooden bench to take a nap after shopping for groceries under the tree seems not to like this desolate scene, shrugs her shoulders, shakes off the dead insect-like flowers on her body, and goes back to her home. No matter what the season is, the home is warmer than the outside, so people will love it.
Inside the window is not the same, since the Spring Festival, the flowers on the windowsill as if they received some kind of notice, all stretching and stretching up, once in an article to see such a sentence: "Spring, there is not enough to say about the flowers." Indeed, those eye-catching and inconspicuous, famous and unknown flowers and plants are in this March, crowded on the windowsill competing to open up, will be a small piece of heaven and earth presents a thriving spring scenery.
The window sill opened the most flamboyant are the two pots of plum blossoms, red and pink doodle crowded into a haze of color, very eye-catching, usually green and verdant leaves were squeezed into the dark, and suddenly lost the former color. Trillium petals large and open wantonly, large groups of large groups of women like dusty sideburns shaking and trembling branches of the flowers, do not hide that too much make-up and colorful siren gas, other flowers and plants or contempt or ashamed of it, all with their own plain expression of silence.
In fact, the trillium is a very simple flower, if you look at which one will find that each flower of the trillium has only three petals, by three pieces of reddish-brown calyx, these petals are triangular, the surface of the veins are clearly defined, like a leaf, so some people also call it a leaf flower. In the center of the three thin petals like butterfly wings, there are three tubes of stamens with tips like white plum blossoms, and the red and white reflections make the whole flower fresh and elegant. Plum often have a few bunches of buds on the flowering plants, shyly hanging his head, holding a heart overwhelmed by the desire to talk about it, people pity.
The trillium is also a very common flower, said it is common because it is good to plant easy to live. I remember when I planted it is a casual and random thing, when the school home visit activities, in the courtyard after a family, for the courtyard of a tree attracted by the red flowers, marveling at, and then up to the heart of the flower theft, secretly folded down a branch hidden in the bag. I often heard people say, "Stolen flowers are easy to live." I will be that branch into two, cuttings in two pots, and sure enough, they are alive and grow into today's this rich, it is really "planted flowers do not live, unintentional meddle in the shade," ah!
The delphinium is also characterized by a long flowering period, once the buds are open, the open posture can persist for more than a week. Finally, even if the flowers fall to the ground, but also certainly is to maintain the open look until dry, like a woman afraid of ugly, even if the end of life, but also asked to dress themselves up beautifully to leave, not to leave any fear and anxiety. Dry flowers picked up, casually placed in the green leaves, a tree as if the red flowers bloomed again. Looking at the trillium this body colorful dress, but I can often think of a few words in praise of poplar: "born and a thousand years do not die, die and a thousand years do not fall, fall and a thousand years immortal." The plum and poplar, always feel that they seem to be similar in some places, but I can not say clearly.
The old to be pretty is my favorite planting of a flower, because it is the kind of hand pinch a branch or soak in water or inserted into the soil, three or two days after the flowers will show vitality, is a very easy to live and do not choose the soil and water of the flowers, is a most simple and lovely flowers. I usually inserted in the center of the pot with a branch of Lao Lai Shao, until the branch grows to feet long, cut off the waist and then inserted in the main trunk of the side, so within two months will be inserted into a pot of lush green scenery. The old to be pretty belongs to the foliage flowers, just cuttings of the shoots on the leaves are generally turquoise, gradually from the petiole began to give birth to a touch of red, and constantly to the whole leaf surface rendering, to become thick and sturdy branches, the whole branch of the leaves on the plant will all become a deep red or purple red, from afar, beautiful purple and red, just like a fluffy blooming flowers, especially good-looking.
The old to be pretty is a kind of and happy to give flowers. Because it is a year-round is a happy and brilliant look, is very attractive, who see will not be able to help but also want to have such a pot of flowers, so you a branch of his branch, can be cut down were cut away, the pot was a mess, let a person chills. However, it does not matter, in less than a week, the old to be pretty will be trimmed, and again grow to flower branches stretching lush as before. Someone will come back to cut it, and then it will be the same again, never skimpy.
I like the old playful, but also because it does not require you to take the time and trouble to take care of it, even if it is rarely cared for, but also do not store too many expectations and deliberate attention, sometimes forget to water once a week or two, and look at the shrug of the head and brain no spirit, pick up a pot of tap water poured into the flower pots from the bottom of the pot to the top of a series of bubbles, and issued a gurgle, it is the old playful in the drinking water it, it is never! It never hides its hunger for survival. It is also knocked so a paragraph of text, the old playful straight back to save enough energy to open up the long, grow sound and colorful style, the windowsill dress up a flowery, extraordinarily beautiful.
The flowers on the windowsill, often remind me of some people. In the beginning of the Chang Yi pedestrian street in the center of a large piece of open space, every morning and evening there will be a group of elderly people gathered here to square dance, they with the melodious tunes to the beautiful ballroom dance opening, rotating body light and energetic, happy laughter constantly with the melody floating, fitness stage has become a unique bright scenery in the pedestrian street. These old people over half a century to pursue the spirit of fashion is really touching, really the older the more tide the older the more playful, they use the relaxed and happy dance steps to show a smile to the old age of the calm, their dynamic and beautiful dance proclaimed that their passion does not diminish the same year. These old people are just like the flower that gets more and more colorful with age! The flower is old and beautiful, the most beautiful sunset red.
Black beauty on the windowsill, all year round is a dark green camouflage suit, I think people give this kind of flower with such a name, but also because of its body of dark green and light green intricate pattern it. Camouflage is the color of soldiers, revolutionary soldiers in the hearts of the people, that is the most lovely people ah, in my eyes, black beauty is a valiant female soldiers, female soldiers are bound to be beautiful. I had thought that the black beauty will not bloom, because since it stood on the windowsill, a few years, it is waist straight holding a flag like leaves, Rin Ran a heroic, really can not be associated with charming and gentle flowers. However, I was wrong, in this spring, when the golden sunlight from the blue dome of the sky splashed into the windowsill, when the warmth of the `spring twitching the roots underneath, when a long and narrow leaves become black oil shiny, there are a few strange leaf stems curled out of the old high, at the top of the surprisingly quenched and unfolded a number of snow-white horseshoe-shaped flowers, these flowers are dazzling white, white, people can not help but produce a kind of reverence, make people can not help but look at it differently. The white flowers are so dazzling and awe-inspiring that you can't help but look at them differently. There are a few unopened flower bones, roots upward, like a brush dipped in juice, and like a letter about to be opened, magical and mysterious. Black Beauty's flowers and its simple, the image is also very single, but very stubborn, when the trillium flowers are all thankfully fall out, the old to playful also red and purple, began to have the old leaves slowly withered, it is holding up a branch of thick fuzzy snow-white flowers refused to bow down. Later, a long time, the delicate snow white gradually faded, that also refused to close the army, let the petals into green, still like a gun post, hold in the hand never relax, the last petal fall, but also to stay a branch of the wolfsbane stick like pistil insisted on.
Black Beauty also has a name called smooth sailing, look at the snow-white petals, it really looks like a sail pulled up high, the beauty of the flower lies in the appreciation of it, the name also melted into the human emotions, in short, all of them are sent a good wish.
On the windowsill there is also a flower with no identity, that is a cabbage flower, a randomly placed in a rotten bowl can also take root and sprout yellow flowers to the root of the cabbage. Cabbage flower is really not a flower, a cabbage layer by layer peeled off the leaves into the dish, cut down the root, because they do not want to throw it away and raise it, so that it became a flower for people to appreciate. Don't underestimate it, in the whole windowsill, is the name of the cabbage root gave birth to a bunch of starry golden flowers, let people look toward the windowsill, will also be bright, will also be thumping, is not it? As long as it is a flower, it has its beauty, and it is not about identity.
I remember one year is also such a spring, I went with the school leadership to exchange teaching experience in the school in Burkina Faso, which is a remote village, how far can not see a family, the school was built in the gully in the fork. Along the way is full of desolation, bare mountains, gray mountains, mountains without grass, one after another, so that people's moods can not be calm, here is shockingly poor, has not stepped into the school door of the foot has been ready to escape, really can not figure out how anyone would like to make a living in such a place. Later, we walked into the teachers' offices, this school only dozens of students, three desks are seven or eight people office space, piled with workbooks, but not the slightest mess, not dirty, the teachers' faces are the kind of constrained and solid smile, the slightest dissatisfaction with the situation, the body through the only can't change the status quo of the apology. But let a person's heart a hot is a piece of green and a piece of gold on the windowsill, green is a plate of pink seedlings, a closer look at the original wheat seedlings and garlic seedlings, and that golden piece of what kind of flower it is, that is a piece of the cut off the help, the leaves of the cabbage roots, was planted in an open mouth of the coarse ceramic bowl, or planted in a deep bottom of the plate, but the bunch of feet high delicate branches and leaves, and the top of the bloom of a small group of golden flowers, such as a small, bright and beautiful flowers, such as the sun. golden blossoms that add to the brightness of the house like sunlight, and warm the hearts of hosts and guests like charcoal. These flowers are pure soilless culture, the roots of only a layer of cotton, in order to be able to store water, and also to play a role in stabilizing the roots of the seedlings, I was thinking, if these seedlings are compared to the students, the teachers are also the cotton that is laid underneath, when the flowers are in full bloom, who will notice the gradual yellowing of the following decay of the cotton it. I can not help but sigh, this is planted in the dream of flowers, which is long in the depths of hopelessness of a little thought, only when you do not pay attention to the time to quietly spread the leaves and buds.
Therefore, I would like to say, no matter where you are, no matter you are rich or poor, no matter you are pleased with the top of the career, or floating in the trough of life, no matter your mood is happy or sad, as long as a bit of spare time, might as well also in the window sill planted with some flowers, windowsill flowers, the house of the life of the rich, even if it is just a plate of wheat or garlic, even if it is just a pot of cabbage flowers. A pot of cabbage flowers.