Flowers bloom quietly
On the afternoon of the weekend, the sun happened to come into the house gently. I specially moved to the balcony of the small room, bathed in the warm afternoon sun, and did my homework comfortably.
Time seems to slow down, and the pace of life is gradually slowing down, as if a traveler stops and enjoys his own world.
My mother held a red watering kettle in her hand, her steps were light, and she walked in to water the flowers. The sun shone on the ends of her brown hair, making her look goldenr. I took the watering kettle in her hand and rushed to water it.
I squatted on the ground, looking at the row of cute little succulent plants , thinking about whether to water the roots or leaves. What absorbs water is the roots, right, water the roots! Then start watering the gem flower with ! I decisively poured the water, and with a "pop", a small part overflowed onto the balcony, and some were either poured onto the leaves or seeped into the soil.
I was stuck for a moment, and I could only hear a quiet sound, a gentle sound that was indescribable, just for a moment, like spring silkworm chewing mulberry leaves , like the newborn of tender buds breaking the ground, like flowers absorbing water - in fact, it is indeed the case. In that moment, it seemed that the breathing was frozen, like a dream and a illusion, the restless heart was quiet; the flowing time stopped.
At this moment, the dewdrops on the leaves are crystal clear, and the surface of the leaves enlarged by the dewdrops is spotless, and the leaves seem to be unable to withstand the pressure of the dewdrops, trembling with the transparent dewdrops, and then another "tick, puff!" The water droplets soaked into the soil, and the roots are like a thirsty child, sucking the dew, not enough, and absorbing it again is not enough!
Maybe this is the sound of flowers blooming quietly! Look at the gem flower, a thin branch has grown on the side, and the small flowers at the top are still tender green, with thick petals arranged in an orderly manner, waiting for the next group of quietly blooming lives.
Sniff carefully, the air is full of fragrance, not the rich fragrance of peonies, lily , but the newly translated soil, the warm spring sun and the smell of flowers blooming quietly. It is a kind of joy of new life, vigorous vitality, and the joy and beauty of life.
I lifted the kettle and continued to water it. Bathed in the afternoon sun, flowers bloom quietly from the branches, and tranquility quietly arises from the bottom of my heart.
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