In the early morning of May, the air is full of the fragrance of flowers. On the weekend when you wake up naturally, the sun shows off. A canopy of branches climbs in from the window edge. It stands tall and graceful. On its top, it has opened the first gardenia of this year.
When the grain full time, suddenly surrounded by unexpected surprise! Gardenia is my favorite. I love its color and fragrance. It was the most familiar smell in my memory, a unique breath in the life of time cycle.
This gardenia at home, when it was still a seedling, I asked from the backyard of an old farmer in Pingwu, this is a large gardenia, more fragrant than the small gardenia, with fuller flower buds. Then plant it into the southeast corner of the flower pool. In ten years, it grew to a height of more than two meters with arm's length branches. Now it has grown into gardenia trees. These years, it accompany me through the four seasons of fireworks, and downstairs Sanjiang clear water echo, with the opposite Bijia Mountain wind and rain accompany. And every season, then open branches scattered leaves, vigorous, like an open green umbrella, leaves in the cluster means blooming white fat flowers, scattered, bud stretch. During its recent 20 odd days of smallpox, the balcony and study are full of gardenia with special fragrance, pure and soft, natural and clean, with a trace of simplicity and indifference.
I prefer gardenia because of its fresh and pure white. I remember when I was a child, most of the public areas under our house were planted with evergreen, oleander and gardenia. For almost many years, I was silly to tell what is evergreen, what is gardenia: they all grow the same leaves, are the same low green, the same seasons evergreen. The only difference is that gardenia every year to contribute to the fragrance of a season for us, in that unworldly age, I regard it as the biggest "welfare" of nature, sometimes when people do not pay attention to secretly pick a few flowers to take home, with glass bottles of water inserted, feel at home.
When I was in middle school, there was a big fish pond in the middle of the campus, there were also several gardenias around, I don't know what reason to plant few, so every flower season, these poor flowers will encounter the "black hand" of the girls after the evening study, the girls who love beauty will clip the flowers into the books, stuffed into the school bag, or pinned in the lapel. When the flowers are almost picked, they are occasionally caught by the boys. They sneak into the night, with white toilet paper folded into the shape of flowers, sporadically inserted into the branches, after the evening study, the girls came, as promised, in the dim light, one after another pinch to come, immediately know was fooled ......
Now people to middle age, to gardenia more a kind of preference. The flower blooms and the flower sheds, the season passes, the coming year still returns with a firm and powerful fullness and fragrance. As if branded in the depths of the years more than fragrance, more is the trace of youth, life insight, from its holy stamens, see the trajectory of their own growth.
The human world has a hundred winks a thousand red, but I love you alone that kind of ......" the beauty of gardenia, concise vivid, without a trace of impurity, the fragrance of gardenia, dense quiet, faded out of the world's vulgarity. In this information flooding urgent need to break away from the present, it is like a long-tested old friend, always at the time of the Yang vitality as promised, let me in the brightness of the early summer often feel the exhale the unhurried, the spirit of pleasure. Just like the April sunshine and rain, experienced, accepted, the page turned over, leaving a beautiful, and then full of anticipation for the next season. Because there is love in your heart, you have to keep moving forward. Some scenery, never grow old, even if the flowers are gone, the fragrance is still there.