Listening flowers

In those days, I was in a bad mood. Sitting in front of the computer but unwilling to open it for a long time, like a meditation monk, you look at me, I look at you. When I picked up the book, the code line by line blurred into a piece of flowing ink, spreading in front of my eyes and in my mind. When I mentioned the pen, the white paper turned pale into the sky of Gao Miao, and the emptiness made me panic. All thoughts vanished, leaving people nowhere to find, unable to write down, and not knowing how to fill this blank. Melancholy eyes fell on the basin of gardenia. Yesterday was still half-covered, like a young girl who just came out of the mountains, facing this strange world shyly with surprised eyes. Now, in this sunny morning, it stands on the branch Tingting and is ready to bloom. Like a white butterfly falling on the branch, gathering its thin wings, ready to fly; Like a kiss on a Virgin’s lips, warm and smiling; Like a pure and warm heart, which is about to open. My eyes became soft, and my heart became warm 1.1. Does this delicate and elegant Gardenia want to smile for me in this quiet and bright morning, when the spring is not clear? When I missed, I suddenly heard a sound of PA, a very subtle sound, but it spread to my ears very clearly, shaking my heart. I was surprised and opened my eyes wide. The Gardenia, which was originally in Bud, was completely opened. There was no hesitation, no shyness, no reservation at all. In this way, it was completely exposed in front of my eyes. Plain green clothes, looking at me quietly and gracefully. Neither hide nor hide. The faint fragrance of flowers, as if there were no flowers, spread out, gently brushed my cheek, and the trace of silk seeped into my heart, dispelling the haze accumulated in my heart. My heart opened like that gardenia flower. Facing the smile of a flower, the long-lost smile appeared. Facing a blooming gardenia flower, I indulged in it crazily. This flower was bought from the flower market very early. When I just bought it, the flowers were blooming and the fragrance of flowers was full of flowers. I loved it very much. After the flowers bloom, the leaves gradually wither and wither. Sometimes the leaves are still green, and then they are dried. Touch them with your hands, the wind blows away. I haven’t seen any new buds for a long time. I wanted to throw it away for several times, and saw it give birth to tender new leaves for several times. After all, I still kept it. A few days ago, I saw it give birth to flower buds of the size of rice grains from the middle of the fine leaves. I didn’t take it to heart and thought there would be no result. But a few days later, this small flower burst in front of my eyes unexpectedly, which brought me great surprise and made me enjoy the most special touch in my life. I was really moved by a blooming flower. It let me know that if we can sink down, we can listen to the purest and most wonderful sound of a flower in the world. It let me know that in this world, no matter how insignificant the life is, it can not be despised; No matter how humble the life is, it has its own dignity; No matter how weak the flowers are, they can bloom. I was moved by myself. In this noisy world, I can feel a blooming flower and a wisp of fragrance with my heart. I can be excited when facing a flower. I am not numb to the point where the fallen flowers are silent and the flowing water is ruthless. We can really calm down, sit in front of a flower and examine our souls. We came and went in a hurry all day long; We were both poor and rich. Busy for no reason. Most of the time, we are not as strong as a flower, nor as calm and calm as a flower. Being supercilious and despised, will we be as green as a flower, blooming alone, beautiful and fragrant? The flowers are gorgeous and fragrant, which attract bees to wrap around Butterflies. The flowers still bloom gracefully; After the flower season, they still wither and wither quietly. Neither sad nor happy. Can we do it? I understand why the Buddha would smile with flowers. I will remember that on a beautiful morning, I heard the sound of a blooming flower. 2012-2-21

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