"May flowers bloom all over the plains, and the flowers cover the blood of the aspirants, who had fought tenaciously to save this dying nation!"
The lyrics are followed by the author's narrative: "...... At dawn Dao Jing got up. Alone, she walked out into the wilderness near the school and sang a song as she strolled. Walked to a lonely grave, she sang in a low voice 'May flowers' ......"
If there is any one song, in my mind's ear, echoing haunting the longest time, the most refreshing, appearing the most often, get the thickest love, it should be this song 'May's Flowers". Because nature goes round and round, and every year passes through the month of May. Every time you see the starry flowers on the field in May, you will naturally hum the familiar opening lines of the song, and remember that these flowers were once watered and colored by the blood of the volunteers, and thus you will be reminded of the hard-won peace and quiet of today's time. And then will be more love all the beauty of our life, including the May flowers blooming in the wilderness.
Into May, summer unfolded shallowly. Those who have been popular for a while, occupying the eyes of all the burning premature, charming and delicate, gorgeous and bright, beautiful to the word of peach, plum, cherry, pear, apricot and other flowers, they will have to be low-eyed drift away from the branches, sadly scattered into the mud. Or because of a sneak attack of the spring wind, a night of spring rain, and the soul is scattered. Even without the destruction of spring wind and rain, but also because of their mission or short life, and was rushed to give way to the fruit. People are often in awe of their beauty at the same time, but also sighed at their thin life, only a few days of splendor and hundreds of millions of people after the favor, across the cycle of a season. Even if the next year will still be peach pear white cherry color, but also has not been this year's crop of flowers these stamens.
The perennial companion of our side, rich with our beautiful mood, the good life, on the contrary, is the house in front of the house, ditch rail side, on the ground, in the wilderness, the roadside, the hillside of the house flowers wildflowers. As Song Liao Xingzhi said in his poem: grass and trees to send spring after the return of the mountain flowers of all kinds of natural open. Slightly no drunken tourists to, have their own friendship play butterflies.
It is said that flowers do not have a hundred days of red, that is only on the individual or type of flowers. Those plants into pieces full of slope full Fanfan house flowers wildflowers, they or in the form of family existence, or the identity of the sister to the row, or to the posture of the branches climbing, or soldiers marching in formation. Naturally, there is a first hair after the long, like a family of several generations of the same family, there is the size of the order of height, there is an old and fresh respectively, there is a grandmother and granddaughter of the generation, there is the general back-up and momentum of the volunteers to go forward. In this way, each kind of house flowers wildflowers, if not because of the autumn frost this hot hand destroy flowers of the guy appeared, how do we dare to guarantee that they will not open to the end of the world?
The pointers in the wildflowers of the burlap and marjoram are already open in April. By May, most of the hairy bones of the flowers, most of them are already covered with a head full of wisps of gray hair of the crone. Marjoram is still in the front and back, there is a big open to the end of the old fall. The first to bloom in front of and behind the house are those hardy, large pink peony flowers, and open into a heart-shaped, bunches of pink lotus flowers, which are like the most accurate biological clock, always punctual and punctual in front of and behind the house to show their heads, the first to attract people's eyes, and to bring the message of summer.
The other wildflowers on the field are also eagerly competing with each other to spit out pearls and bloom stamens, fearing that they will be pulled back by the spring, and will not be able to make it to the summer's invitation and feast. Dandelions have been in the most beautiful April days, secretly showed a small face. Now into the May, they are from the previous single combat, but changed to a large queue of collective artistic dance. Yellow flowers have yellow brightness, white flowers have white clean. Even though they have been open in front of people's eyes for thousands of years, they can still bring the joy of the season.
And then those cornflowers, purple daffodils, yellow daffodils, cyclamen, willow leaf polygonum, verbena, glazed grass, purple yunnings, sunflowers are hugely crowded with a couple of days of work on the field, ditch side of the water. They do not have the richness of the peony, no roses, no tulips, no tulips, no cherry blossom rosy, on the small flowers, delicate body, shallow face, although the name of the beautiful, but many people can not be on the number. But they are not the slightest self-criticism, self-depreciation, shallow summer, they will be timely open, fragrant. Even if they are trampled on by people and animals and crushed by ruts, they will try to heal themselves and stand up stubbornly.
Most like those purple-colored flowers, as if with a dreamy color, the beauty of the siren. Although they grow small, delicate, ding ding fragrant, but can not hide their bones of the siren, those beautiful little heart. There are wild forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, a variety of iris, lavender, violet daffodil, marjoram, cornflower, hyacinth, are my decades of old friends, just the name of many is only later on the right number. Every time I meet them, I can not help but reach out and pick a few children, see before and after no one secretly wear in the ear, over the people did a thief like secretly removed, the face of the blush to half a day before fading.
At this time, the hillside wildflowers also began to crack their mouths. The red wild lilies, pink wild rose, light blue bellflower, some hillsides are also full of colorful azaleas, and there are many more wildflowers that can't be named, which are often fascinating to watch and forget. I will often pick a bunch of various mountain flowers and wildflowers, tied into a beautiful wreath, worn on top of the head, but also beautiful, but also shade. Sometimes it even attracts butterflies, dragonflies and of course the tiny bees to stand on it. At this time I will stand there quietly, as if I really became a part of nature, blooming in the grass and trees, fragrant and metallurgical, exudes a ghostly aroma, let those butterflies and dragonflies and bees pick honey to play.
These wildflowers mountain flowers, as colorful clouds or sprinkled in the wilderness, like stars inlaid in the mountain slopes, but also as a colorful buttons, scattered in the roadside, they are happy to open, not because not many people see, not many people appreciate, and drooped, listless. As long as there is sunlight and moisture and nutrients, they will be peacefully guarded in the location where God will put them, the path to flatter, self-gratification. With their own tiny body, weak light, for the world to add light and color, to bring to meet it everyone with a small happiness and joy.
In the field of wildflowers bring us wonderful enjoyment at the same time, the house in front of the house behind the flowers also brought us a thousand warm and memories.
When my mother was alive, even if there was less garden land, the small yard in front of the door would set up a small garden, planted with colorful flowers that my mother liked. Such as dahlias, cockscomb, wannabe red, step on high, biscuit dumplings, hyssop, broom plums, cochineal beans, lilies and so on. Every summer, these flowers open to the fullest, will give us a barren childhood life, decorated with a layer of bright colors, so that the mother that tired of bending the waist, also seems to have a comfortable feeling, wrinkled face will unfold a rare smile. Those flowers, although not as expensive as the famous flowers, not high in the branches of those flowers enchanting, but they are simple, grounded child, there is the breath of life, there is the smell of fireworks, so that we can see and touch and smell, there is the breath of home in it, there is the taste of happiness in it, there is hope in the color in it, not only decorated with our home by the poverty of a thousand holes in the home, but also fragrance of our dreams every summer night! The first is a new one, and it's a new one.
As a poet wrote: "The small buds on the side of the hedge road, snuggling the grass graceful who boasts? The original non-mundane children of elegance and appreciation, comparable to the spirit of the temple in front of the girl.
Summer favorite, and that whether walking on the highway or country road, whether at home or in the field, are everywhere in the broom plum, that is, Gesang flowers. Gerbera because of its simplicity and exuberant vitality, and in recent years by the transportation road department selected as a road flower, bloomed on both sides of every road across the land. The flower language of Gerbera is to cherish the person in front of you. It can be seen that it is really suitable for road protection flowers. Just see those or dark pink and light pink or deep purple pink and white gerbera flowers, gentle and humble in the roadside, with every gust of wind, or lively singing and dancing, or low-eyed respectful, to the passing vehicles and pedestrians nodded in salute, conveying the heart's good wishes. Remind passers-by to pay attention to road conditions, and walk and cherish. Every time I see them my heart is soft, warm, I believe that other passers-by and riders will be the same feeling, not only feel the beauty, but also absorbed the energy and love, in the road ahead will be more concentrated, will be more full of power.
The flowers of summer, starting from May, have been extended forward to open. Whether it is a stem child, or a vine child, as long as the beginning, most of them will be open to the old fall. If they are a family, then the mother's generation has opened, the children will be followed by the top. Then a younger generation succeeds, a very honorable spirit. If they are a vine, such as the bowl-blowers (trumpet flowers), they pull up even faster. Because trumpet flowers all open in the morning and close in the afternoon, these flowers have a much shorter lifespan. But their vines multiply faster and survive the longest, and every day when the sun rises, it's a beautiful piece of spirit again. As long as it is not frosty, they can keep on blooming, and the continuation of life seems to have become their duty. They advocate is the vitality of life, is the flower bloom for a long time, rather than fight, competing with each other. They have a tenacious vitality, have a strong sense of mission, cherish the power and opportunity given to them by God to bloom, just like human beings stick to their duties. As the Song Dynasty poet Zhao Fan's "wildflowers" wrote: wildflowers spit fragrance does not choose the ground, the grass blowing Fu Ning only spring.
Like the field of wildflowers, may have a direct relationship with their own ordinary. The quiet, calm, peaceful, joyful, this is also my life is revered. I don't want to pursue great achievements, because I know I'm not that kind of material. I only hope to be able to use my own learning and ability, for the community to add a brick, add a piece of tile, hair tufts of light, increase the heat. Do the work you are responsible for, and then try your best to sow some seeds of kindness, love, peace and selflessness around you, so that love can blossom everywhere. Try to be a decent human being. That's probably what I have in common with wildflowers. For this reason, I am happy and content.