Narcissus prose 20

Appreciation of Excellent Prose —— Flower of a Girl

Keywords: Author: Thaung Myint

According to legend, daffodils were changed from a couple. Her husband's name is Jin Zhan and her wife's name is Bai Ye. So there are two kinds of daffodils, the single one is called golden lamp, and the double one is called louver.

The petals of the Louvre have four layers, and two large white petals are sandwiched between two short yellow petals. Looking at the past is both simple and complicated, like a woman who is good at silence in southern Fujian, with her head half lowered and her eyes looking down. Sadness is silent, joy is silent.

The "Golden Lantern" consists of six white petals on a plate, on which is a wine lamp made of yellow petals. This flower looks clear at a glance, and it does have the simple enthusiasm of a man. In particular, the flower core in the shape of a wine glass reminds people of the pride of men who don't forget to drink after death.

If you switch to flowers before you get married, the flowers in the louver must be pure white, and there will be no white tray for the golden lamp. There is no longer a flower that reflects the mutual penetration of husband and wife like daffodils, is there? I often imagine Jin Zhan getting drunk and kissing his wife, Bai Ye, and dyeing wine on Bai Ye to make her flowers have short yellow petals. When the shutter was angry, Jin Zhan took the glass and dared not drink it. He humbly came to please the shutter. At this time, the daffodils exude an extremely sweet fragrance, which is the fragrance of harmony between husband and wife in the world and permeates the families welcoming the New Year.

Just married, it doesn't matter whether you have children or not. As long as one person is on a business trip, the other person will try to follow. The stove is out, the door is locked, no matter how boring it is, it's interesting. When I get to a place where I have friends, I will play for a few days and leave good memories. Life without burden, wandering on the earth, is called "the song of guerrillas" Everywhere I go, I go to see the scenery, drill alleys and walk around, and attack the flavor snacks that my eyes can see.

However, suddenly, I really want to get the only "only child".

When winter comes, daffodils are planted

From that moment on, I took daffodils as a symbol of my children.

Like drawing lots, I chose the most expensive flower.

If the "golden lantern" blooms, there will be sons; Open "blind" flowers and have a daughter. Cut open the flower ball with a knife and carefully carve the leaf stem. A * * * has six buds. I am so nervous when I look at the flower buds wrapped in leaf membranes like chubby babies. Is it a son or daughter? I hope to have a "golden lantern" flower. I sincerely hope that it is a boy. Never despise girls. But an indescribable love for girls. I love her too much to let her come into this world.

Because she can't be happy all her life, and she can't get the most beautiful love in a short life. I am particularly worried that her figure and appearance will be despised if she is not beautiful. If she is extremely ugly but smart and kind, it is doomed that her life is so painful.

Boys are different. Men are made of clay. Suffering makes them strong.

"God" made men out of clay, but made women out of men's ribs. There is fresh blood and meat on the ribs, and it hurts when touched lightly. Therefore, women can't stand even the slightest injury.

In this sense, a woman is an extremely sensitive and delicate insect. Their tentacles, eyes, soft boneless bodies and gorgeous wings are just created for feeling, receiving and attracting love. They were the first to anticipate the disaster and the first to die under the impact of the disaster.

One day, my friend and I had a drink in a coffee shop. The friend with nearly 10 years' experience said: "Men feel happy in the process of loving the woman they like. He feels happy because the other person accepts everything he has done for her. And a woman is happy as long as she accepts love. If a woman falls in love with and pursues the man she likes, it is a painful thing, and the man she loves will not feel happy. This is a very wonderful feeling. "

In the twilight, looking down from the window next to the seat, people in the street are like water, and many men and women from all backgrounds are in a hurry.

"Generally speaking, men's love lasts longer than women's. As long as a woman entrusted by him with a relationship asks him for help after many years, he will always help her wholeheartedly. Men don't care much about how that woman used to treat herself. "

That moment strengthened the determination to have a son. Boys are not only born to adapt to society than girls, but also bear hardships and stand hard work, which is the source of happiness for women. I hope my son can at least be kind to women in life and give them a permanent sense of happiness in life.

"The biggest disadvantage of being a man is that there is no way to cherish the love of a woman you don't like. This antipathy is sincere, not hypocritical. They can't help showing their contempt for this woman. A frivolous teenager is even more outrageous, hurting a girl like that in public. This is the evil side of men. "

I think of my daughter. If she is lucky enough to avoid public humiliation and meet a man who completely respects her feelings, but regards respect as love for her, wouldn't it be more sad? In men, the failure of pursuit does not destroy the beauty of pursuit; For women, this has become a lifelong shame.

Anyway, I still don't want girls.

The daffodils used for divination are slow to bloom.

This kind of daffodil is very strong. It has never been in the sun. It is green and full of vitality.

Later, the bud broke through the wrapped leaf membrane and opened like a peacock's tail.

Every flower and every bone is full, but it never blooms.

Is it a "golden lamp" or a "blind man"?

Freud's theory is scary enough. Babies will have a desire for love when they are breastfeeding. And the behavior of life is dominated by lust.

Occasionally, I listen to the students of the Buddhist College talking about the "fatalism" of Buddhism. About the twelve causes, it is the causal law of life from conception to death, and the power that dominates all tangible and intangible life and spiritual changes is lust. Not only the living are dominated by their own feelings about things, but even the souls that have not yet acquired life forms are also dominated.

A daughter was born because a woman's soul fell in love with a father, threw herself into his arms and became his daughter. A son was born because a man's soul fell in love with a mother, threw himself into her arms and became her son.

If I hadn't heard this statement until my death, I wouldn't have branded it in my mind, but now I can't forget it.

When I got home, I asked Lang Jun, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Girl!" He answered without hesitation.

"Boy!" I am so angry!

"Why?" He's weird.

But no one answered.

In this way, the daffodils I saw in my dream opened.

Extremely lush, it is a girl's flower, and a pot has opened all over the ground.

Inexplainable disappointment.

The two flowers that bloom together at the top say, "Mom doesn't love you, go to hell!" " "

They fell down and dipped into a pot of boiling water.

When they were hastily picked up and taken away, they were as hot as boiled cabbage leaves.

A few days later, it was another girl's flower.

In just a few days, they were desperate to let go of all the flowers. There is also a flower with the tallest stem. In this cluster of flowers, there are two largest flowers blooming side by side. Unlike in the dream, they didn't look up, but all bowed their heads, as if the flowers were tilted in one direction by the wind. The flower stem that has been smoked for the longest time suddenly can't stand straight and limply wobbles. Tie it with a rope and use a pencil to top it, but it won't hold. If you are not careful, the flower stems will fall off.

I don't know how sorry and sad I am. Look at this blooming flower all day. It gives off a pungent fragrance, which goes straight to the bottom of my heart. The attention they ignore is entirely for their own efforts to show their beauty.

Every flower floats in the air as white as a cloud. Among them, the flowers in Huang Cancan are the sunshine in the clouds. Their short flowering period has passed.

They despise in their hearts.

My husband is busy with official business every day, and he has never cared about it once, let alone talked about it. He doesn't know about ghosts.

So this girl's flowers are even more unfortunate.

Their flowers bloom and fall, but they are still beautiful.

One day there was a power failure, so I lit a candle and put it on the table.

When I came up from downstairs, I found the candle out and the room was dark.

Strike a match

It was the daffodils that fell on the candles and put out the fire. It is the stalk that smokes the most when it is poured on the candle. Like flowers in a dream, they committed suicide.

The candle lit two daffodils, each half. The remaining half is still open like that, and there is a shiny black ink line where the half flower is.

I was afraid for a long time, but I couldn't come back.

This is a girl's flower, like a knife.

You can do many wrong things in the world, but you must never do anything that hurts girls.

There are only a few daffodils left.

I don't want boys or girls, let alone terrible divination.

Zhong Lao's Prose: Narcissus

The daffodils in our place are all from Guangdong (Guangzhou) and Hong Kong. During the twelfth lunar month, several businessmen from Guangdong and Hong Kong bring back one or two baskets from there. This kind of thing is not easy to solve here. Except for some rich families or shops and a few sex addicts who are interested in him, no one else will buy it. A few years ago, its price was only a few copper coins per tree. Later, it became more and more expensive, and it was only two or three cents to buy one this year. However, this kind of thing is the product of the bourgeoisie. Although it is valuable, it is not difficult to buy and sell, even though the consumption may be less than in previous years.

Narcissus, our people here, also call it "Lycoris". About the similar images of its roots and leaves. When I was a child, the daffodils at home were carved by Teacher Ye in the shop every year. -We grow daffodils here, most of which are peeled off, slightly carved and then nourished in a basin. When it is about to bloom, it will be put into a porcelain bottle filled with clear water and white stone. Some people plant it in a basin full of black mud until the flowers bloom and fall, which is never easy. However, this is a rare exception. It's been over three years now, but it's not. Since we have planted more than two or three daffodils, the sculptor is no longer the famous daffodil sculptor Mr. Ye. My eldest brother has done this kind of work for him, and he has done it better than others.

My eldest brother, I think he is really rich in artistic genius. Because he has always had a deep appreciation and judgment on natural or technical things. Sometimes, he accidentally dabbles in writing, writing a few words or drawing a few flowers, which always has a vivid and extraordinary meaning. Naturally, due to his lack of a good education and the burden of being oppressed by a hard life, he can never develop one or two talents. But his latent strange instinct can be appreciated from his unintentional words and brushstrokes. The exquisite carving of daffodils and his love for daffodils are small and unremarkable, but I can't help but think of his good mood and superb skills!

Last year, there were a few cold showers when there was residual wax, so this year's daffodils can't bloom on New Year's Day. My family feels a little lonely. My brother's heart is more depressed than ours

It's always so gloomy and rainy. The daffodils on the desk are full of sadness. Snow-white flowers, golden lights, and overflowing fragrance tides are long silent and unknown.

Bored, I lifted my brush, drew a four-line poem on the paper casually, and added two sentences at the end:

There's no news about peach trees and Lycoris radiata,

The drizzle adds to the spring sorrow.

1924.2.8, in Gongping town.