Chapter 2 wild ginger flower

Walking in the Tonghua market, a breath of fresh air suddenly flew out of the crowded crowd, which made people feel refreshed; following the fragrance, they found an old flower seller who was selling wild ginger flowers he picked from the mountain. There are five flowers in one, and ten yuan for one. The old man said that his family lived on the hillside, and when he went out to plant every day, he always passed the slopes where wild ginger flowers were growing, and he never felt that wild ginger flowers were so precious.I just feel that this flower has a special fragrance.This autumn, he was tired from farming, so he took a nap by the side of the village. When he woke up, he found that his stomach was full of fragrance, and the fresh air was particularly sweet.The old man thought: Someone might like this kind of fragrant flower that grows in the wild, so he cut a hundred bunches of wild ginger flowers and sold them on Tonghua Street, and they were all sold out within an hour. There are so many people here, and selling flowers is more profitable than farming!"

I bought ten bunches of wild ginger flowers, thinking of this lovely old man, and remembering that people who buy wild flowers may love flowers, and there may be a kind of sweet memory buried deep in them; just like listening to an old song, that The song has gone away, but the voice remains. Every time I listen to an old song, I think of those friends who sang the same old song. The first time I knew the cuteness of wild ginger flowers was many years ago. We were walking in Zuimengxi in Muzha, and a girl told me: "The flowers of wild ginger flowers are like little white gnats parked on green trees. Butterflies, and wild ginger leaves are like boats, ready to sail away at any time.” Then we sat on the bridge together and floated the picked wild ginger petals down the stream, like butterflies; The leaves are thrown into the stream, and it flows with the stream, really like a green boat.The girl also told me: "Men with hazel eyes are destined to be homeless." Then we bid farewell gently and never saw each other again.

Now, the years fly by like butterflies and flow like boats, and I have also spent a long period of wandering. Only the blooming of wild ginger flowers is left to make people feel sad every autumn.Later I lived on Mucha Mountain, and there was a deserted hut not far behind the house. In spring, moon peach blossoms hang everywhere like a string of crystal white pearls. When the autumn wind blows, the white elves of wild ginger flowers fly in the wind. exhibition.I often sit alone at the foot of the slumped wall for an entire afternoon, and I feel that the mood of autumn can be described in two lines of poems: "When the song ends, no one is seen, and the river is green."

Memories are like flowers, and warm memories are like the fragrance of flowers, which will be released in the cold night sky. I put the wild ginger flowers I bought in a huge earthenware pot, and the hut was entangled in the fragrance. When I went out, the fragrance seemed to drag a tail far away, and it still followed after going far.It occurred to me that even something as small as buying flowers has many precious experiences. Once I was catching a train to meet a friend from far away. I was stopped by a child selling daffodils in front of the train station and insisted on asking someone to buy flowers. I bought a large bouquet of daffodils. I didn’t expect that bouquet of daffodils to be the best. As a gift, every time my friend wrote back, he mentioned the bouquet of narcissus and said, "I didn't expect you to be so caring!"

Another time I was going to see an elder woman who had a beautiful and glorious time when she was young. When I walked into the alley, I suddenly had an idea and went back to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of nine roses in total.I said, "Youth lasts forever." It actually moved her to tears. She said, "It's been more than ten years since anyone gave me roses. I never thought, I really didn't expect anyone to give me roses." She sobbed softly, and I almost watched the years creeping like a cat in this mood, quietly passing by, I went to see her after two weeks, and the roses were still not exhausted, it turned out that she put the roses in a vase and put them on ice In the refrigerator, I want to catch the end of my youth, and it makes people feel distressed.

Every day when I go to work, I pass by Fuxingfu Road. On the fast lane of Fuxing South Road and Nanjing East Road, there are often some people who sell magnolia flowers, including children, girls, and middle-aged women. The flowers are strung together, and when the car passes by, it will knock on your car window and say: "Sir, buy a bunch of fragrant magnolia flowers." It makes me buy a bunch of magnolia flowers every day. I like that feeling-someone knocks on the car The window sells you a bunch of flowers, and then the end of the world is wrong, as if walking a country road, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing along the road.

The most memorable time was traveling in Dongao Township in the east, where all the cars on the Suhua Highway had to pass by the wrong way.There was a mountain boy with a pair of big eyes selling the wild lilies he picked from the mountains. Those lilies that bloom in the deep mountains are very small and exude a faint fragrance.I bought all the wild lilies and sat at the window along the coast, looking at the blue of the sea in the distance and the whiteness of the lilies in front of me. I suddenly had a thought that these lilies bloomed in the mountains are very lonely, and only someone appreciates its beauty and harmony. Its fragrance only enhances the meaning of its existence. No matter how good a flower blooms in the mountains, if it is withered without being seen by others, it will detract from its beauty.

Therefore, I always thank those flower sellers. They were strangers to me before, because with the flower soul, we can have a little bit of a connection at any time, and a small handful of flowers thinks of itself Quali. When we are walking casually, when we meet a flower seller, we may spend a small amount of money to buy a handful of flowers, sometimes keep them for ourselves, and sometimes give them to friends. No matter how we deal with them, they will always be worth the price. right! — November 11, 1981