Forty or fifty years ago, when I was studying in Germany, I was surprised at how much Germans loved flowers. Every household is planting flowers. Unlike in China, their flowers are not kept indoors, but planted outside the window facing the street. The flowers are facing outward, and only the trunk of the flowers can be seen in the room. I once asked my landlady: You raise flowers like this for others to see! She smiled and said, "Exactly!"
Yes, and it's really good. Walking on any street, looking up, there are flowers on the windows of every household, colorful flowers. Many windows are connected together, forming an ocean of flowers, so that people we see are at a loss as soon as they enter the mall. Every family is like this. When they are in the house, their flowers are for others to see. When walking in the street, I look at other people's flowers. All for one and one for all. I think this realm is quite intriguing.
Today, I came to Germany again. As soon as we got off the train, the host who greeted us asked me, "Have you changed since you left Germany for so long?" I said, "There have been changes, but the beauty has not changed." When I say "beautiful", I mean many things, including beautiful flowers. I walked in the street and looked up. Every window is filled with flowers. What a wonderful scenery! What a strange people! I seem to have gone back to forty or fifty years ago. I had a dream about flowers and a dream about homesickness.
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The creative background is as follows:
1945 10 months. Shortly after the end of World War II, I wrapped myself up and returned to Switzerland. "It's like a spring dream, and it flew over in ten years." Thirty-five years after leaving G? ttingen, 1980, Ji Xianlin led a social science delegation from China to visit the city again, and then called on 83-year-old Waldschmitten, as if it were a lifetime ago. Later, he made a touching masterpiece "Returning to Gottingen".