Chapter 204 Flowers from all over the world

I have loved flowers since I was a child, because there are often flowers in the yard, in the house, and on the desk, but I have never served them!For the enjoyment of the beauty of flowers, I have always been a "get something for nothing". My father only likes to grow flowers in his spare time. No matter where he lives, there must be a flower bed in the garden.When I was just sensible, I remember that my father opened up several flower beds in the staff dormitory of Yantai Naval Academy. In the middle of the flower beds were fruit trees, such as peaches, plums, apricots, pears, apples, and red flowers.When spring comes, these fruit trees will bloom with brilliant flowers one after another.There are also chrysanthemums planted around the fruit trees, and there are chrysanthemums of various colors in autumn.In winter, there are no flowers left.In the year of the Revolution of 1911, the whole family went back to Fuzhou. It was early winter, but the greenery welcomed people. In my grandfather’s garden, crabapple flowers were still blooming!

Spring came and I saw lotus and orchids for the first time.The lotus is planted in a large vat with one mouthful, and the lotus leaves are in fields. The lotus flowers are all red, not only with two pedicles, but also with three pedicles and four pedicles.The orchids are the most delicate, and pots are placed on a bench, with a small plate filled with water under each of the four legs of the bench to prevent ants from climbing up to eat the dew.The fertilizer for orchids is very smelly black bean water. To cut orchids, you must use bamboo scissors. For these, my grandfather is not afraid of smell and is very patient!My grandfather loved flowers all his life. I saw him roll up his sleeves, lift up his gown, pick up a flower shovel or hoe, squat down to loosen the soil, remove insects, and fertilize, and then stand up and pick up the watering can to water.His movements and expressions are exactly the same as his father's. It should be said that his father's movements and expressions are exactly the same as his grandfather's!I once saw a palindrome poem given to him by his old friend, which is: I am only envious of your family's love for planting flowers; the family's love for planting flowers is like a painting, and the flower is like a painting, which is the most gorgeous.

It is drawn like this: Huahua seems to be the only one who loves flowers in Dudu. The family loves it. I remember that my father hired a well-driller to dig a well in the garden for the convenience of my grandfather in collecting water.We all watched from the sidelines when the well was being drilled.When they dug deep, the old man just sat by the well with his father, smoking a hookah and chatting.The young apprentice was digging hoes and hoes in the well. The well was not shallow, so it must be very cold inside, but he happily sang folk tunes non-stop.I remember him singing "Sister Lamei, Sister Lamei! It's desolate to fall into the well, Sister Lamei."—"Fall into the well" means "going down the well" in Fuzhou dialect—the old master smiled and shook his head with pity, and said to his father : "You are a young man after all, you are young!"

A year later, when I arrived in Beijing, my father dug flower beds in the yard of the small apartment and planted ordinary flowers such as cannas and jiangxilan.Later, this garden of flowers extended to the outside of the gate.He planted hollyhocks, wild jasmine and other ordinary flowers in the courtyard outside our house, and even set up a swing frame. Although there is also a fence, the children who come to this compound to fly kites, play diabolos, and practice bicycles all come to see the flowers, play on the swings, and play with my younger brothers. In the early 1920s, I entered Xiehe Women's University. As soon as I entered the school, I saw red roses blooming under the two corridors in front of the auditorium. This was the first time that roses caught my eyes!I wonder why my grandfather and father didn't grow roses?From then on, I thought that among all kinds of flowers, my favorite is roses. She not only has a light fragrance, bright colors, but also has sharp and hard thorns for self-defense!

In the early thirties, I had my own home.I planted lilacs, winter jasmine and pearl plums in the yard, built a wisteria trellis, and planted two rows of white roses in front of the porch.But I still didn't go to serve them!Because Wen Zao's mother—my mother-in-law, she also loves flowers very much, and she has nothing to do, so she spends the whole day in this small courtyard.缃鹨a⒍∠慊a⒁Estimate CongkeZi窭贾Bo笑笑艋艋u寤u冬烤铜Cang Anan┫闵MI直猴感艭展a缑毤寤a⒂ ram ㄖ yo U 饩 fade away scrape ant gizzard thrush worry pull out industry mother cover word Hui 谖 industry Nai Jin 锓 pie string panic yun a 蛩  mulberry    鸹 n suppress  蛱  upper hammer   so pry  Tomb ぷ Ao   inferior eh thistle a  grab oxime  V   worm  揖 hip 薷 O 硎 glycoside Su Ba 跽  Ke Bengshu * In the early 1940s, I lived in Geleshan, Sichuan.My earthen house had neither walls nor a flat land around it. At that time, I could only grow some melons and vegetables on the hillside.However, there are wild rhododendrons of various colors on the mountain. When I was walking in the mountain, I picked some at random, and my desk is still colorful.This is a gift from nature, and this is a flower that God has served!

From the 1950s until now, I have lived in school dormitories, upstairs, and have no garden of my own; but luck has also come from it!Several young friends in this building planted my favorite roses in the front fence of their house.They saw that I was always lingering outside their fence, so they understood that after watering the flowers every morning, they sent me a few roses with fragrance and dew, so that there were always fragrant flowers on my window sill and desk. In the early 1980s, I was admitted to the hospital four times, and these young people also sent flowers to the hospital.Now, they have made great achievements and founded the "Oriental Rose Company", and they will send me flowers twice a week. Although I ask them to do business, they only ask me to pay a very small amount of money for buying flowers. .I think I will never take off my hat of a free-for-all exploiter!