There is a moon in the mountains, and there is light in the heart, even if it is sparse and daily, because of the fragrance of flowers for a moment, it suddenly makes the fluffy and shining, and the hut has a taste.
This year is a warm winter, and it has come to the end of the year, and the room is still warm. The small window opened slightly, and a few firethorns had already fallen into view. It is still decorated with fruits, and a large piece of red and fiery is like a sunset around the window, which is lovely.
There were a few evening chrysanthemums still in bloom, and the yellow flowers glittered in the sunlight and seemed to be smiling at me. A gentle breeze blew, and a faint scent of flowers wafted by.
I've been planting these firethorns for years. My mother knew that I loved flowers, so she dug up a few seedlings for me from the mountains. I planted them in front of the window, watered them day and night, and when they came the following spring, they bloomed. The white snow-like firethorn flowers bring the whole spring to life. There are often a few small birds flying in and landing in the middle of it, and the sound is pleasant.
After a few years, the firethorn grows bigger, and when spring comes, a branch hangs down from the branch, like a snow-covered branch and leaf, sending bursts of floral fragrance in the wind.
In autumn, the red fruits are clustered into a clump, like a red cloud on top of the green leaves, and I am suddenly surprised.
There is a smell in the world, one is the fragrance of flowers rushing to the face, and the other is the taste of the fragrance of teeth and cheeks. The fragrance of flowers in spring and the sourness of fruits in autumn are all worth in the world.
The years are long, life is salty, three meals a day, and food and clothing in all seasons. Small life, there are also different fireworks. Looking at flowers and grass, reading notes, taking pictures, as long as you feel that you can, you will definitely have a rich heart and warmth in the world.
When the sun is full, I like to meditate, I like to think about everything, but I don't think about anything. seems to have nothing to do, but in fact, it also outlines a kind of beauty in my heart. I like Haizi's poems: I have a house, it faces the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.
Facing the sea I can't realize, but I hope that when spring returns to the earth, my house, it will be full of flowers. You see, fragrant snow orchids, hyacinths, and longevity flowers are all ready.
The flowers that fall into my fingertips should have a story full of wisdom, and this is a good deal I negotiated with time and flowers. I really want to write a story for each flower, and I want to leave a good memory for myself. After a long wait in the long years, I am still the sixteen-year-old girl after all, with a heart that yearns for spring.
Thousands of sails have passed, the side of the sunken boat, the world is vast and the sea of clouds, and the long wind is tens of thousands of miles. I would like to travel all over the world, and my heart will wander in the distance, but deep down, there will always be a place from the hut, from home. After thousands of miles and waves, he is still a teenager when he returns.
At night, the world is lit up with neon. Looking up at the sky, you can still see the starry sky. I let go of loneliness and tiredness in the darkness in front of the window, and the fragrance of flowers in front of the window told me that tomorrow will still be warm.