Appreciating the Sentences in What a Lotus

This is another year in Qiu Lai. The white jade is cool, and the ice and snow news comes out first. Canna also opened at this time. Red and yellow flowers stand on the broad green leaves and don't care about the chill of autumn. I used to say that canna was ugly, but now I really want to take it back. Then crape myrtle and hibiscus. In my small garden dominated by grass, they are outsiders. Accidental branches, accidentally inserted into the soil, they grow up by accident. Ziwei seems a little delicate and has never seen flowers. Hibiscus bloomed twice.

Furong used to give me the impression of mediocrity. During the Cultural Revolution, many flowers and trees were destroyed, but they lost all their lives, accompanying Xanthoceras sorbifolia Bunge, making it famous for a while and not too lonely. It is said that the reason is that its flowers are edible, which is probably more delicious than the bark of grass roots. On the road next to the students' bathroom, two rows of trees stand upright, with purple, red and white flowers, which I have never seen carefully.

In the past two years, the hibiscus in this small garden has blossomed twice, which is extraordinary.

The year before last autumn, my family had just recovered from the grief of death, and they were faced with the confusion of young people's lives. We don't know what will happen next minute. We are in extreme fear. When I am fidgeting, I have to walk in the grass garden. At that time, the grass in the garden was knee-deep Apart from our basic team, dear Hosta, there are only two honeysuckle trees with small red fruits hanging on clusters of agate buttons. I don't expect to see other colors.

Suddenly, among the green grass, a little purple flashed, bright and gentle, and turned several times. I hurried across the grass and saw a purple flower blooming on a low green branch.

This is hibiscus. The hibiscus blooms, and it is purple.

Of the three colors of hibiscus, purple is the best. That red color is extremely incorrect, as if the paint had not been adjusted properly; An old friend with white flowers and a hairpin are enough. What I want to see most is purple, which echoes with February orchids in early spring and vines in early summer. Let the purple fantasy fill the small garden, let the wind blow away the sadness and keep the dream.

To my surprise, I carefully removed the weeds around it, made a shallow pit and poured water on it. The water soon seeped down. After a gust of wind, green waves rippled on the grass, and delicate purple flowers as thin as cicadas tilted their heads in the green waves, which was a little naughty, but they didn't know they looked strange.

After four or five full moons last year, the looted small garden suffered again. There is a small building next to the garden, which is used to build a useful building. Mud, bricks, steel bars and battens are piled up in the garden, like a messy hill, with all the plants under it. I am used to this scene, knowing that after it is destroyed, there will always be a new beginning, although it will take a long time.

Unexpectedly, when I was walking on this rugged mountain road in Qiu Lai, I suddenly saw several green branches sticking out of bricks and steel bars. On the green branch, a purple flower is trembling!

My heart is shaking, and a tragic feeling has seized me. Most of the soil is buried, and it still blooms!

Most of the soil is buried, and it still blooms!

I crossed the obstacle and got closer to see the flower struggling under the heavy pressure. It's still that delicate petal as thin as cicada's wings, slightly wrinkled, and there seems to be a belt tied at the pedicle of the flower, but it stretches itself. It does not feel the hardship of the environment, nor does it feel its own strangeness.

Suddenly I feel that this is a flower in a fairy tale. If you hold it, any wish will come true, because what you hold is the courage to face all hardships.

Purple ribbons spread out, covering the messy construction site. Ran Ran stood up, leaned against the bright Xia Zi and looked down at me with a smile.

This year really has a new beginning. After the transformation, the small garden is no longer dominated by grass and has a new understanding of canna. That hibiscus flower is much taller and more lush, but after the Double Ninth Festival, there are still no flowers.

I often wander around it, looking forward to the flower that shocked me.

It doesn't come anymore.

Even if there are more flowers, it won't be the one last year. Maybe a monument is needed to commemorate the tragic past?