A very inconspicuous keel, which was only the size of a child's hand when it was first planted in a flower pot, was placed on the balcony shelf five years ago, neglected to take care of it, and neglected to appreciate it, and seemed to have forgotten its existence. It wasn't until yesterday that when I changed the air conditioner outside the balcony, I found that it had crowded the flower pots, and even the thorns on its body were so tough, and a few amazing flowers were also so delicate.
It took a long time to move it from the outdoors to the balcony, such a beautiful transformation has to reconfigure a huge purple sand pot, put it on an independent flower stand, and put it towards the sun, although it is busy with the dazzling eyes of one hand, but looking at the upright and angular figure, the form of the green penetration, and those few delicate flowers, there is a kind of self-blame in my heart.
This is simply a story of an ugly duckling turned into a white swan. In the thorn bush, the pink petals stretched and bloomed, and the dark fragrance was shy. The flower that stands alone in the thorns has endured the heat and coldness of the world, experienced the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and is like a humble gentleman, proudly alone.
After making a cup of tea and sitting on the bamboo bar chair, I looked at it in a daze, such an imposing flower, I actually forgot its existence for several years. I think its inner strength must have originated from a dream, even in the disheartened winter, even if there was a vague idea of giving up, or it was once decadent, sunk, and wanted to survive in the bleak wind and cold rain. But it has a dream in its heart, everything in the outside world is not enough to restrain it from chasing its dreams, it quietly blooms in the night that no one knows, a faint touch of elegance, a slight wisp of fragrance, to maintain the dignity of a flower, to comfort the hardships along the way, it finally blooms in the reincarnation of not being favored by the world to bloom the beautiful scenery of forbearance and fearlessness.
I was impressed by its efforts, but also lamented the impetuosity of the world. A small flower, can not be flashy, not contentious, even if the prosperity will be left soft, so indifferent and calm, clean heart, how is it not a beautiful appearance of life.