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I have never liked a flower so much. There it is, right outside my window, in the hottest time of the year. I was in a cool room, sweating profusely. It blooms warmly under the scorching sun. How long can a seemingly fragile flower bloom in summer? With curiosity, I wanted to uncover the answer to this mystery.
Encountering a flower is both fate and accident. In the summer evening, because the weather was sultry, I tried to open the screen window. With a startled glance, I saw a blur of bright white on the low roof outside the window. When I looked closely, I saw that it was lily . Abandoned in a broken basin. In a clump of unkempt grass, it stood straight and tall. A trumpet-shaped flower faces the breeze and the colorful sky.
Like a beautiful woman, looking into the distance, standing in a watchful posture. Who can know its inner thoughts? Many years ago, before it was transplanted here, were there colorful past events and tender years? No one has ever heard its whisper in the wind or its whisper in the rain. It's like it's shrouded in mystery, I don't know where it comes from? Why was he left out? Many orchids and fruits are no longer important. Perhaps this is a period of practice in its life. The prosperity disappears, and loneliness is the companion. It is another kind of pure and simple time.
Lily is known as the "Yunshang Fairy". The lily outside the window is a beautiful scenery in my eyes. After several sunrises and sunsets, it has always been there, like an independent beauty left in the world. The soil in the pot is barren and weeds are growing wildly, so there must be very few nutrients that can be absorbed. It seems that it does not mind the harsh environment and is willing to be deserted and lonely, just like a gentle woman, living calmly, restrained and low-key. It grows in an almost forgotten corner, content and enjoying the tranquility of the years. If my eyes had not fallen on it, who would have known it even though it was magnificent?
On the green tiled wall, a flower blooms in mid-air like a dream. Like a gentle white dove, fluttering in the wind, spreading its wings and ready to fly. I am reminded of the work "Lovers Under the Lily" by the painter Chagall. On the picture, the beautiful flowers and the lovers... almost all float lightly in the air, full of dreamy romantic journey. Perhaps the feeling of happiness is flying, towards the direction of dreams.
I looked at the lilies outside the window from a distance. Zhang Chao of the Qing Dynasty wrote in "Youmengying": "If you love a beautiful woman with the same heart as a flower, you will appreciate the beauty of being alone; if you love a flower with the same heart as a beautiful woman, you will cherish it with double affection." I only have a feeling of pity. Love, but helpless. Because it is about two or three meters away from the lilies, it is out of reach. I have no way to shade or irrigate it, so I can only look up at it with envy every day.
The elegant and simple lily evokes beautiful memories in my heart. When I was a child, I was collecting firewood in the mountains or doing laundry by the stream. Occasionally I was surprised to find one or two branches of lilies blooming quietly by the stream or roadside. They were not ostentatious or noisy, but they were so eye-catching. Carefully dig it out. After taking it home, you can either plant it in the yard for viewing, or wash the rhizome part like garlic cloves and steam them in a rice cooker. The soft, waxy, mellow and sweet taste remains on the tip of the tongue and will never be forgotten.
Time passes and personnel change. Hometown and childhood gradually become distant scenery. In the prosperous times, the most common thing you see now are lilies in flower shops. They are of various types and colorful. She became more beautiful and enchanting, rich and delicate. But itโs not the Lily in my heart at all. Those wild, natural lilies that bloom naturally on the banks of mountain streams and remain uncontested are the fairies among flowers that are full of charm and sultry.
This summer, an otherworldly lily suddenly bloomed outside my window. It is strong and beautiful, zen and fragrant. Turn summer into brilliant spring. In July in the south, the sun is like a burning fireball. Many days have passed, and I have not seen the lilies wither. The sun shines brightly on people forever, and the lily forget-me-not grass . I really hope this is the legend of a flower.
(The years have passed by, and it has been almost ten years. This is an old work of mine that has been published in many newspapers and periodicals.)
