In july, the wind was so hot that it went into the garden of my former home. Every morning i'd like to walk around in the yard with a puppy. Molly's summer party, full of sweet flowers on the tip of her nose, softened her shoulders for a while。
Violet, i'm calling it "night dinner flower" because it's always blooming at dinner. Violet is a year-old grassland, so many people like to collect purple. Jasmine's seed will be sowed again in the coming year, and i find it springing and blooming, and after a drizzle of rain, those areas that have been dead will once again stretch out thinly, and in no time will they grow green again. In summer, when the rain pours, the little bells will come as promised, the colours will shine, the fragrances will shine, and they will be surrounded by summer nights..
On the other side of my bouquet, the red plume of plume, which we have grown from childhood, is the "night meal." it is always on time for dinner in the family home. It's called violet, and it's called mine flower and lint flower. In a close look, a little horn with a red beryllow crumbling in the broad leaves with a vibe of life. No wonder the elders say it is a flower of “inheritance”, the seeds that fell on the ground last year, and this year they'll grow a lot of their own homes。
Violet was the flower i knew when i was a child, and when i grew up, the first thing i ever saw was the ordinary jasmine with the white flowers, the white and the white and the fragrance that bloomed all day long. I planted a bowl, but it was only a few twigs in the early summer, and i put on the top of the roof with a conservation attack, but i didn't think it would be half a month, and the milky petals were in the green of the leaves, so clean as to smash the whole cloud into the green branch. With the wind blowing through the roof, the sweet fragrance of half the yard, and even the tongue-spatting beauties on their feet, it's true that it's been singing "a beautiful jasmine" for years。
There's another special molly in our house called "molly." the most interesting thing about it is a pair of colors, the first flowers are soft and purple, the sun fades into warm milk white, and the same twilight folds over the same twilight, like a bunch of whispering little sisters, no wonder to use the name “twilight”. A few days ago, there was a small rain and a round bead on the luminous blades, with every flower in a nice and fresh line, and smelling the sweet smell of lemons, which is a little bit more different from the white molly。
The first time i saw jasmine, i was fascinated by the eccentricity of a tree. Jasmine in the small town is very rare, and it grows in the garden of my neighbour shanghai. The neighbour had a small garden with many special flowers, he was a doctor and planted several chinese herbs that i could recognize. Jasmine's name is twin jasmine, and his jasmine is blue and purple, and it turns blue and white. There are always several colors on a jasmine because of the sequence of flowers, but it's not possible to look at them without passing by. It is said that the english name of jasmine is more philosophical, meaning “yesterday, today, tomorrow”. It's like in a jasmine, you can see the last and the next。
I saw a jasmine last year at the temple. A window stand, a small white flower whispering between the leaves, or elegance as a platitude, or beauty as a twilight, without dispute, and with its own windbone. After the rain, the head of the leaf hangs over the beads and shines the sky, as if the whole monastery had fallen into a tiny dream. They are not a noble species, but they are the simplest of gestures, writing the four seasons of change into a silent poem. The flower growers keep this quiet, watch the time flow between the leaves, and their hearts soften. Turns out that happiness is only when a plant blooms, and you are just standing at a glance。
"what a beautiful jasmine flower, full of beauty." in fact, it's been so hot since summer, it's been raining all day. It's a little hot today, and i was just trying to hide at home, and i didn't think i'd just walk in the yard for half an hour with a dog and crash into this violet. Because of the rain, violet hasn't finished her work this morning, snuffed around her bushes and smitten her tails and snuffed her with a bead, and, like me, drowned at this summer party。
