Flower soul

Staring at the window, on the balcony next door, which is only one step away from my home, there is a Blooming Gardenia. Just like a white cloud, it is purer than a cloud; Just like a glittering snow, it is more graceful than a snow; Or abstract plain and clean, how can it contain the charm of that posture?! At this moment, a subtle feeling of indescribable love or jealousy surged in my heart. I really want to touch it, for fear that it will wake up its dream with a slight touch; I want to take it as my own, and I am afraid that it will despise the rudeness of my behavior. I remember when I was a child, there was a night fragrance in my backyard, which was often fragrant. Elders said that flowers have souls, and they are the incarnation of fox fairy. They will appear at night to confuse people, so they are not allowed to touch them lightly. This is very consistent with the mysterious and weird story written by Pu Weng. Later I realized that it was just a trick for adults to scare children! But I still believe that beautiful flowers indeed have souls. It has an irresistible deterrent to the kind heart. It tempts you but does not allow you lightly; It refuses you but does not annoy you. You will always be bathed in its fragrance and intoxicated. I always let you see despair, then dye its fragrance and leave step by step. The noble hand is the trembling hand of the flowers. The person who picks the flowers overturns the beauty and also overturns his own personality. What’s more, what elegant and plain Gardenia is in front of me, and how can I be willing to desecrate its beautiful soul? Then, just stare at it like this! Staring far away is my appreciation, and appreciating far away is my satisfaction. The beauty on the branch was beyond my expectation. When my sight was blurred, I had already seen despair!

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