Narcissus legend, prose 30 words.

When I just bought it back, I thought it was a mistake made under the enthusiastic persuasion of the shopkeeper.

I bought a narcissus bulb for five dollars. It is unremarkable. If I was mixed in the vegetable market, I had a bad eye and would probably think it was new garlic.

The new year is coming, except for posting bright red wishes. Hanging a gorgeous Chinese knot, I really hope to put a beautiful flower in front of the window. The prosperous weather and the smell of the house will definitely bring joy and good omen to the new year. The devil is different, because daffodils are cheap and cultured, which makes me suddenly moved. I am so busy at work and have no cultivation knowledge, so I really have no time to take care of plants that are more precious than it.

Narcissus, the water fairy, is a beautiful name. It is said that Nasos, a beautiful young man in ancient Greece, refused the courtship of Dionysus because he was infatuated with his appearance. So Aphrodite, the god of love, made him fall in love with the reflection in the water at first sight in order to punish him. From then on, the proud boy wandered by the water, haggard with love, and finally drowned, turning his body, soul and mind into beautiful daffodils.

A beautiful story must have a realistic foundation. Narcissism is mostly due to their beauty and goodwill, and they get a pleasure while observing themselves. Live in the world of self, show and appreciate the creator's masterpiece from the heart to the gesture. Looking back at the ancient fairy dancing in the water, the water reflects the waves, which is an intoxicating picture.

In this way, I have a little more hope and worry in my heart. Every time I come home from work, I can't help but look at the daffodils in the corner of the windowsill first. I put it in a transparent glass bottle so that I can see its tender roots clearly in the bottle. Narcissus is an independent plant, so its owner doesn't need to worry too much. Remember to change the water once a week, without fertilization and careful care. For those of us who have a small memory and a large amount of forgetfulness, it is really too worry-free.

Narcissus is very silent, living in a new home and growing up silently, with no outstanding changes. Teacher Wang made fun of me for buying a piece of garlic to raise. Obviously he didn't expect much from Narcissus, and I was a little disappointed. Women's eighteen changes and plain childhood don't mean that they grow up mediocre and shrink. Maybe this is another story about an ugly duckling becoming a swan. In order to prove to my husband, I secretly encouraged daffodils.

One day, my narcissus will grow up and become very beautiful, like a proud princess. Narcissus seems to know my mind, so it grows leaves and roots little by little. A month later, garlic becomes lush. Mr. Wang is sarcastic again, but I am still very happy, because the day of success is getting closer and closer.

Looking carefully in the sun, the roots as thin as silver thread are spinning in the water, spotless and tender as the hairs on a child's face. Green leaves, tall and slender, with natural and smooth veins, shine with youthful light.

Narcissus has many aliases found on the Internet. Because it looks like garlic onion, the ancients also called it Ya garlic onion. This elegant word gives narcissus an elegant expression, which is separate and clear. There are also names such as Ling Boxian, Jinyintai, Yulinglong, Yao Nvhua and Waitress Hua. In addition to depicting its graceful image, there are some beautiful legends.

Yao Nvhua comes from such a story. A couple named Yao gave birth to a beautiful and well-behaved daughter. When her daughter grew up, she was taken fancy to by local tyrants and wanted to steal her as a wife. The stubborn girl refused to be humiliated and jumped into the river. God had mercy on her chastity and turned her soul into Narcissus.

Compared with Greek mythology, China mythology is more heroic. If Nasos sacrificed her life in pursuit of perfect love, then China's Yao daughter fought unyielding against the darkness in order to safeguard human dignity. I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces. I want to leave my innocence in the world. This exquisite flower has the characteristics of China culture.

In an instant, more than two months passed. Narcissus realized my wish. A stout flower stem grew among the green leaves, and two or three beige buds were bred at the top of the stem. The flowering period is near, as if I saw the proud golden lamp and silver flower swaying in front of the window, with a smile and charm.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. The rainy weather for several days delayed the original hope. This year, the south suddenly encountered a rare cold weather. Half of China's winter was beautiful and handsome, but this year it was covered with snow.

Shanghai has also suffered the coldest weather in years. For more than half a month, the sky was gray and there was no sunshine at all. The room is also cold and unbearable. Even people have shrunk in this weather.

Hope turned into worry. I go to see daffodils every day Because there was no light, and the temperature plummeted, the leaves of narcissus began to turn yellow and droop, and the buds condensed, shrinking like fear of cold. Time seems to have stopped. Everything has lost its vitality.

I began to pay attention to the news and daily weather forecast. This year's snow is heavier than in previous years, which makes people who were happy to prepare for the New Year unprepared. Every day, it is reported that railway stations, airports and bus stations are overcrowded, and anxious people struggle in bad weather and traffic jams in order to go home for the New Year.

This winter, many people have a hard time. Migrant workers who have worked hard for a year are eagerly blocked at the station, cold and hungry. The service staff in the waiting room were screaming at the top of their lungs, maintaining the order of collapse at any time day and night. The traffic police put on thick winter clothes and stood straight on the cold street to divert traffic. Power emergency, traffic emergency, food emergency, coal emergency. ...

Three electric workers were killed when trying to clear the snow on the high-voltage power line in cold weather. On the day of the funeral, people lined up on the streets of Changsha. The solemnity of black and white under the sky makes this season seem desolate and tragic. Ordinary work has become a belief in bad weather. They pay not only hard work, but also a silent responsibility for social responsibility.

The heaviness in my heart has become the most meaningful commemoration of this winter. After a difficult period of freezing, daffodils also ushered in a long-lost warm sunshine. I quickly put it on the balcony, like a daffodil recovering from a serious illness hanging its green hair lazily. The withered bud seems to be peeling off, but the tiny white bud bulges deep in the flower stem. New life is like a tearful smile, which makes the winter of 2007 full of spring and vitality.

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I was seriously carving a pot of daffodils this morning. I bought her before the flower seller carved it. She has slightly exposed a little bud, slightly green, but the uncut skin is slightly boring, so it does not affect my appreciation of her beauty after flowering. Her fragrance overflowed the bedroom and filled the whole hall, giving me enough imagination.

There is a big bud in the middle and five small buds around the elder sister. They are connected by bones and tendons. I can't bear to part, so I have to correct it slowly.

The dried skin, together with the tree with slightly white inner substance and slightly green buds, added a little mud at the root and a net to trap their sisters and prevent them from being separated from each other. In this way, they were transported from the far south to the northern cities thousands of miles away.

It took me an hour and a half to fix her, and I washed my hands three times in the middle. I couldn't bear to touch her limbs with muddy hands. She is so delicate, an unbearable beauty, which really makes me like it.

I don't have any professional tools to carve her, so I can only borrow a straight knife.

Gently remove the net wrapped around her, and slowly remove it from her side, not fast, for fear of breaking her newly exposed bud. Starting from her roots, gently knock off the useless and dried mud on the concrete floor with a little force, gently remove the stuck mud by hand, put it under the faucet, and wash away the mud left in the tiny cracks.

Shake off the water and slowly peel off the withered skin by hand. Due to long-term water loss, the buds are slightly shy, and the outer layer wrapped by the buds is dry and yellow, as thin as cicada wings and not easy to peel off. It's beautiful without losing the shyness of the little fairy. I'm always sad that I can't bear to peel your coat.

The seller always peels her off, leaving only a layer of tender skin. I can't bear to catch cold in the cold season, just to look beautiful, give her a little beauty surgery.

The tools were clumsy in her limbs and she dared not use any strength. Only half a centimeter of flesh and blood are connected together, and the strength is slightly stronger. I'm worried that the short separation of their sisters will indirectly affect her overall beauty. I always peel off the dry scar on her body carefully, and I dare not blink. I am afraid that I will cut her skin with a knife because of my carelessness. Her skin is greasy, and the bone feeling and texture surge in my eyes instantly. Only when I am immersed in my heart can I sincerely sigh that the creator has given her strong vitality.

The process of peeling daffodils is an infighting process. I thought that even if I could wash my hands, I could wash the soil off with water. Is it really because the surface of narcissus is neat and clean? How many mistakes did my hand make? I can still remember clearly that I can stop having the short-sighted vision of the Pharisees and repeat the same mistakes.

I imagine that narcissus flowers are white, bright and charming, comparable to fairies; Like duckweed floating in the water, you have no extra time to appreciate and think about how impetuous and noisy her endoplasm is, or cry or sing; For example, the white clouds in the sky are scattered in the vast sky with the wind, giving you only a blink of an eye. Just before you have time to hide her beauty, her charm and her Vientiane in your heart, there is no trace.

Howl! The fairy who separated your limbs! Speak your mind out loud, just to hear your praise and thank you for your light!

Cold light did not continue to suppress the growth of the little fairy, but bravely stood up under the scalpel to face the ragged enemy. Relax! Hurry up! Let go of your footsteps quickly and grow at an amazing speed. After 20 days, accumulate the fragrance of the bud and draw out the palm, the bud will bloom more brightly and the flowering period will be longer.

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The ancients praised daffodils in many poems, saying that "flowers bloom with water, water sinks to the bone, and jade becomes muscle": "firecrackers know the age in the distance, and every household smells daffodils". Modern prose describing daffodils is also common in newspapers. Nevertheless, I still want to write daffodils. If I don't write, I will be sorry for her like an old friend.

Narcissus is a perennial plant of Amaryllidaceae, with flat green leaves, white petals, apricot stamens and faint fragrance. She is as pure as ice and pure as jade, and can be called a national beauty. Most people think that Zhangzhou, Fujian is the origin of Chinese narcissus, but there is another saying: the origin of narcissus is in Hunan. In the Ming Dynasty, an official retired from Henan brought back two narcissus bulbs when he passed Dongting Lake. Hunan tourists actually settled in Fujian.

Since I left my job last year, I have had enough time to control myself, so I learned to grow flowers. Because I love daffodils, of course, the first one is daffodils. The daffodils and flower balls raised this year were given to me by a gardener. He specially sent me two copies of six pieces each. I have left my job for good luck and good luck. He also told me: "These narcissus bulbs were sent by my colleagues in Zhangzhou, and they were produced in jiuhu at the foot of the garden, where the special soil and superior climate conditions gave birth to the best narcissus."

Since my old friend gave me the best gift, and it was the first gift I received after leaving my job, of course I should take good care of it. I specially scrubbed a blue and white porcelain basin made in Jingdezhen, with a diameter of 30 cm and a depth of 5 cm, a round flat bottom and high feet. Speaking of the origin of this porcelain basin, it is quite interesting. When I left my job last year, my successor gave me two pots of flowers and chose a good one. When he gave it to me, it contained abundant bamboo like a pagoda. This pot of rich bamboo may be well raised in other people's hands, but it withered in my hands in a few days. Therefore, I abandon it without pity to make room for this porcelain basin. Raise my favorite daffodil.

The gardener who gave me the bulbs of daffodils said that daffodils can take root and sprout with only a spoonful of water, grow green leaves, draw out graceful flower arrows and bloom noble and elegant flowers. When the narcissus ball was about to put the basin in, he thought of pebbles. It happened that my little grandson and nephew picked up pebbles as big as eggs and as small as pigeon eggs on Long Island Beach during the summer vacation, so I "invited" them over and put them to use. Firstly, twelve narcissus bulbs were evenly placed in the porcelain basin, and then pebbles were placed around the narcissus to fix it. A few spoonfuls of water are slowly poured into the basin, and the colorful pebbles are surrounded by white, chubby and budding daffodils, which really outlines a beautiful scenery!

I carefully put the daffodil basin on the double-glazed balcony. Change water every day. Narcissus bulbs were taken out when the water was changed a few days ago, and then put in after the water was changed, so that a lot of narcissus roots fell off carelessly. Later, I took a small spoon, scooped out half or three quarters of the old water and added new water, so that the daffodils would not fall off naturally. After about three weeks of careful care, the daffodils really blossomed. The white petals hold the egg-yellow stamens, emitting a faint and elegant fragrance. I leaned down and kissed it gently. The smell was suffocating and it really made people forget the customs. Because my study is connected with the balcony, the whole study is filled with faint fragrance and warmth, which really has the artistic conception of "a pot of jade flowers and Man Tangchun"!

After this artistic conception came into being, I invited some old friends, of course, the gardener who gave me daffodil bulbs, to my study for tea and flowers. The gardener was very happy to see that he had given me narcissus bulb. Under my care, the leaves are green and the flowers are bright. He told an intriguing story about daffodils. Legend has it that there was a beautiful but strong girl, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea wanted to marry her as a fool. She refused to obey her death, so the dragon king imprisoned her in the lotus bushes, leaving only a clear water. Over time, she finally turned into a graceful daffodil. From then on, the world called daffodils "Ling Boxian".

After listening to this beautiful legend, I felt more pity for the daffodil, so I moved her from the balcony to the desk and let Ling Boxian accompany me day and night. I sometimes take out a good book and hold it in my hand; Soak a cup of green tea and send it to your mouth. The tea smells poetic and picturesque, savoring the quiet life, recalling the childlike interest of childhood and looking forward to a bright future. Do you still feel lonely?