Prose: Genie in Flowers
In a blink of an eye, it is already the chilly late autumn in spring. In this cold season, I went back to my hometown to visit my father. After dinner, I walked out of the house, and in this country I am familiar with, I swallowed the breath of my childhood-oh, in that small ditch, I was happy to scoop up the water in the ditch and catch some small fish; On that hillside, I once found an excellent hiding place for my friends; By the side of that small pond, I secretly found two left-behind duck eggs with joy; On that piece of Yuan Ye, I was glad to find a large piece of fat pig grass. ...
Now, I am slowly walking in this field. Light a cigarette, listen to the gentle wind in my ear, and look at the harvested rice fields, where there is still sweet grain fragrance, and the blue waves are rippling in the distant river dam. However, to my delight, the path by the field is full of golden chrysanthemums, one, two and three are in full bloom ... Oh, I can't count them. Perhaps, a small wild chrysanthemum can't decorate an autumn, but they are not one after another. They are clustered, so calm and so thorough! They are in droves. They are not alone. It seems that this late autumn is their stage. They are so elegant, never unassuming, but so enthusiastic. In the cold late autumn, in the wilderness full of flowers, their love for the world is persistent and enthusiastic, emitting a lasting fragrance, not pungent, but refreshing for a long time. They not only add a touch of warm and bright color to this bleak autumn. They are simply like a little jasper, but they are so unrestrained and passionate. You won't deliberately remember them, but they will always make you shine when you need them. I want to pick a bunch of elves from this world and put them on my desk, but I can't bear to let any of them leave their sisters. I don't think they want to leave the fertile soil that raised them. I can only squat down gently, look at them carefully, smell the charming breath gently, keep them in my heart deeply, and then hold out my heart when I think of them and feel the mood with them.
I think, perhaps only after experiencing the splendor of spring, the splendor of summer and the richness of autumn will there be such peace. They deeply understand that living is not for the eyes of others, nor for fruitful results, but to prove their enthusiasm and their ardent love for the world! Maybe they don't need compliments from others, but I am deeply fascinated by them. Yes, this is the eternal flower in my heart, and I love them!
Story: the story of chrysanthemum-missing.
I am often told that time can dilute everything, even if it is scarred and hopeless. . .
But I know that some wounds can't be washed away in time.
This is the first Tomb-Sweeping Day since my parents left. I am holding a bunch of Huang Juhua and sitting on the bus of Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway. Going home is my only thought now. The car is full of all kinds of smells, and a fat man is snoring next to it. His closed mouth gives off the smell of wine that makes me suffocate. I think of my thrifty father, who always drinks liquor on a hot day, just because a bottle of beer can buy a catty of liquor. Dad once left me a picture, which was the second day after receiving the notice. That day, my father accompanied me to buy notebooks and other stationery needed by the university, and I was about to go to work in the law firm. My way home is just the opposite of my father's way to work. After saying goodbye to my father, I crossed the road-I turned around and found my father still standing there. At my urging, my father turned and left. I know my father stood there watching me cross the street because my eyes were bad, and my father was worried that something would happen to me. . . Whenever I think of my father, I always think of the back my father left me that day. . .
As soon as the bus passed the Neijiang toll station, my tears fell unconsciously. I really hate this section of the road, because it is a road of no return for my parents!
I remember that day when I pulled out my tooth in the hospital, I was shaking all the time, and my tears burst like a flood, but they flowed silently. . . I am not afraid of pain, but I feel that no one is holding my hand. Growing up, every time I went to see a doctor, my mother's warm hand held mine. But now I can only hold on to the handrail, that's all. . . Because we can't transcend life and death. . .
I often wonder if there are cars coming and going in heaven. If so, I really hope that God can help my parents have another car accident and let them come back to me.
The flower seller told me that calla lilies represent mourning and chrysanthemums represent missing. I chose missing, because my parents are strong people, no matter where they are, they will live well and miss me as much as I miss them! !
Mom and Dad, do you smell chrysanthemums? Do you feel my missing?