In the morning, when cleaning the flower pot, I accidentally saw a few small flowers, so delicate, beautiful, they grew out of this pot unintentionally, just usually watered them, really didn't pay attention to their bloom, the kitten likes them very much, as if to catch the fragrance again, this kind of flower is very common in the south of the Yangtze River, our hometown in the northeast is cold outdoors at this time, only snowflakes are common, and the heating room will also bloom delicate flowers, which reminds me of an old thing.
Growing up in the countryside since childhood, the impression that the north is cold, the outdoor gradually warms up after April, we have no concept of flowers in our minds, when we were still young, aimlessly walking is life, and there is no fun, thinking that we will never grow up, when spring comes, sometimes in the corner of the dirt slope occasionally see a little new green, blooming the first wildflowers, we are also excited and excited, feel that they are treasures, after a few months of cold winter, see this green, a small flower, It seems that there is hope in life, and good days are coming, when we see this scene, we are really ecstatic, there are few children who like flowers, but I am an exception, especially the first green that grows after winter, are the happiest things.
We didn't have much fun in our childhood, we ran outside in winter and summer, and in summer we went to the old brick factory to catch grasshoppers, and the hotter it was, the more we went out, and the colors of the grasshoppers were very many at that time, and the sounds were very good. In winter, most of the creatures outside freeze to death. Can only skate on the ice, sometimes have snowball fights, in the blink of an eye we children are like flying swallows, going their separate ways, now if we see each other are difficult to recognize, the place where we live together, since coming to the south rarely go back, the older I get, almost become a dream, I am a delicate person, because of a small flower and moved, in a blink of an eye has reached the age of not confused, can really stay in the memories of the basic few, a little memory of childhood sometimes often seen in dreams, and that carefree childhood.