The lily on the cliff has long been in my childhood memory, singing in the wind, isolated from the world and independent.
I was about 8 years old at that time, maybe already 10 years old, the age when I regard all work as a game. That day I might be pulling weeds, or maybe I was picking up some firewood. I passed the Shuiwei Hall in the village, and the tractor-taught road leaned against a mountain. The mountain is a large mountain where rain will wash away large tracts of red soil. There are also ordinary shrubs and weeds growing on the mountain. Except for the sporadic azaleas that bloom in spring, I have never seen it have any other color other than earthy green. So, on that ordinary afternoon, when I suddenly saw a trumpet-like white flower that I had never seen standing gracefully on the cliff, I was as surprised as an electric shock. At that time, I didn't know that it was called Lily . In fact, the naming didn't matter. But at that moment, I was attracted by such a stubborn and lonely open flower, as if it was the "open sesame" button for a huge treasure. I was afraid that the treasure would be discovered, so I completely forgot about the danger of climbing and climbed up the cliff alone. . This is really a flower I have never seen before. In a world surrounded by mangosteen and cluttered with trees, it stands out like a tall tree. When the mountain breeze blows, it flutters its stamens, straightens its stems and leaves, and still sings to the sky and the earth. , white and elegant, unique is its posture, jade and ice are its soul. In fact, I didn't think much about it at the time. I just stared at it for a while and then took it as my own. As for how to share it with my friends later, or whether I took it home to raise it for a few days and finally withered, I don’t know. But its unique and independent opening on the cliff always appears in my memory. What surprised me the most was that I was ignorant of rural life and no one told me its name. A few years later, when I learned that there was a flower named "lily", I decided in my heart that it was a lily. When I went to the flower shop and asked, it was true. !
Is there a saying that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence? For this reason, among all the flowers, I have a special liking for
. "Wild Lily Also Has Spring", do you know that my love for you and my longing for you will never change? The singer may be singing about someone, but I want to sing to you, the lily of my childhood.
There are often green plants at home, but few have flowers. I suddenly wanted to decorate my life with flowers, so I walked into a flower shop. I looked around for many flowers, but I still picked a lily. On the first day, it was in bud. On the third day when I came back from get off work and opened the door, a strange smell filled the room. I thought about the source of the smell and saw the lily in the vase with open eyes. , one red and one white, unrestrained and wanton. I understood the source of the smell that was neither fragrant nor sweet but had a slightly choking smell that filled the room. It turned out that it was released and accumulated by them while breathing quietly.
In an instant, I almost became suspicious of Lily. Flowers in nature are either attractive by their color, charming by their posture, or attractive by their smell. Those with good appearance, shape and taste are bound to attract more aggression, so they are rarely seen. Compared with color and smell, I have always preferred flowers that are inconspicuous in appearance but have a delicate smell, such as orchids, osmanthus, and plum blossoms. No one should praise the color, but they leave a fresh air in the world. If she is like a beautiful girl on the outside, she thought she would exhale like a orchid, but turns out to be rough on the inside, people will stay away from her. Lily can bloom less conspicuously, and can be as beautiful as an orchid.
Look at the two flowers on the stem, one red and one white. Flowers in nature will never grow like this. They must be the result of artificial cultivation and grafting. Suddenly I thought, is this aura that refuses to be taken off, is it the only purity that Lily can stick to? Could it be that they are using this smell to reject such intruders and allow people to play with them? perfume lily , it refuses such catering and pleasing?
Lily, it turns out to be the same lily on the cliff.
Two days later, a friend came to my house. I was worried that the smell would make her uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, she said it smelled great and she liked it very much. This is really a matter of opinion, and everyone has their own preferences. I couldn't help but get closer and saw that their pistils contained powder and were fragrant.
In the flower language of lilies, the most familiar one is the hundred-year-old lily, which symbolizes the pure and beautiful flower of love.
Lily has never said these words, it just blooms enthusiastically, neither happy nor sad. Some people are crazy about it, and some people are dying for it.
