The tree that grows this flower is called Indian rosewood. Encyclopedia says that Indian rosewood is a deciduous tree with alternate leaves, golden yellow flowers, Hua Hudie shape and fragrance. Some people say that the fragrant Indian rosewood, because its flowering period is quite short, can only be appreciated as a flash in the pan, and is known as the flower of the day. It is also said that Indian rosewood often turns the crown yellow in April, and the air is filled with flowers. In winter, the dead branches are covered with a gray sky, which is infinitely bleak.
In fact, before I knew what Indian rosewood was, I was shocked by its instantaneous prosperity again and again, and wrote again and again. On the way to work, in front of the unit building, outside the window, in the park, and even on the street, they are everywhere. They always impact your vision, smell and mind when you are caught off guard, and make your heart stir uncontrollably.
1. There are flowers and trees everywhere
When I went to work in the morning, the big tree in front of the office building suddenly caught my eye. I saw a tree full of golden flowers shining in the early morning sun, like a cash cow in my dream.
This is a big tree whose name I don't know. Up to five or six floors. Its crown is like a huge open umbrella. Its branches are soft, thick and drooping naturally, and its leaves are slightly oval and the size of a butterfly. To tell the truth, if it weren't for the attraction of this flowering tree, I would pass by its feet every day, but I never looked at it. This is not to say that this tree is not beautiful, but that we meet every day and have no sense of appreciation. Today, the tree suddenly changed its face and stood in front of me with a brand-new attitude. I can't be indifferent anymore. Its vitality glows my vitality, and its passion arouses my passion. I can't help falling into the obsession of admiring this tree full of flowers.
Look at clusters of golden flowers and clusters of fresh leaves. You are next to me and I squeeze you, criss-crossing, one after another. Look at the happy figure and busy situation of bees and butterflies, in harmony with the movement of dignified trees. They seem to be weaving a beautiful dream with the morning sunshine.
If I were the black butterfly hovering on the branch, I wouldn't fly around to provoke flowers. I will lie on my back among the flowers in the treetops, enjoy the gentle sunshine in the morning, look up at the blue sky overhead and indulge in the flowers like no one's watching.
A breeze blew, and suddenly there was a fragrant flower fragrance, thick but not bright, faint and tasteful, which could not be compared with any powder. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, and you will feel Shu Tai, a feeling of purifying your soul. Oh, this is the smell of big trees.
The tree in front of us is dignified and elegant, just like it usually looks like. But today, I think it is so beautiful and magical. Beautiful is not only the golden flowers full of trees, but also the fresh green leaves that I usually ignore. The magic is not only this refreshing floral fragrance, but also the floral fragrance that seems to drown the branches overnight!
I really didn't expect that this ordinary tree I pass by every day would glow with such charming charm and even have such a wonderful time! That is a kind of quiet and dazzling beauty! And it is not only beautiful in image, color, but also beautiful in taste. Did the usual self-indulgence and mediocrity give birth to this beautiful day? If so, what kind of endurance it will be. I can't help but respect.
2. petal rain
Early in the morning, before I stepped into the office, the beautiful scenery created by two big trees in front of the building captured me instantly. I saw yellow flowers piled up all over the ground and petal rain floating in the air. The cleaner kept sweeping the petals on the ground and piled them into small flowers. And behind her, the petals seem to be joking with her on purpose, and it's still me. Patches, petals, like swirling snowflakes, like dancing catkins, are unhurried, unhurried and unceremoniously sprinkled on the ground that has just been swept.
Walking under the tree, a refreshing smell came to the nose. These flowers, which bloomed on the branches only yesterday, left in a hurry after only one night. Don't they care about the scenery of the towering branches at all? Their figures are light and beautiful, and their lives are short and fragrant. Perhaps, they already know the meaning of life. Regardless of the length of time, they set the value of life on beauty and fragrance, which is more advanced wisdom than some people who blindly pursue longevity but ignore the meaning of life.
Yellow petals are like beautiful yellow butterflies, hovering in the air, dancing lightly, and finally landing gently in the broad arms of Mother Earth. They don't seem to be completely attached to the branches that once released glory. Are they flying around looking back or saying goodbye to the branches? But they clearly realize that they have drawn a beautiful arc along the trajectory of life, and enough is the wisest choice at this time.
People say that "leaves fall to the roots", but they never think that flowers fall to the roots. Look at the soil under the big tree, which has already been covered by layers of petals, and the fragrance of petals has already penetrated into the depths of the soil. This is the petal regression tree. They turn the body nurtured by the tree into the nourishment of the tree, deeply integrate into the tree, and together with the tree, breed the fragrance of the next generation and inherit the beauty of life.
Oh, beautiful and fragrant petals are flying like butterflies. Are you the spirit of life? How do you understand the meaning of life that some people can't understand so thoroughly and grasp so properly all their lives? You gave birth to endless life with the golden mean, and you created people's deep aftertaste and memory with the instant fragrance and beauty. You write the legend of life in such a beautiful way, and you tell the eternity of life in such a fragrant way.
Oh, the light petal rain falling like snowflakes, at this time I have already been intoxicated by you. Intoxicated by your light dancing, intoxicated by your charming beauty, intoxicated by your inspiring fragrance, intoxicated by your poetic philosophy of life.
There are yellow flowers all over the floor
When I went to work after Tomb-Sweeping Day, I accidentally found yellow flowers all over the ground when I walked through a wooded path. It's one of those little pale gold petals again. Layer upon layer, a section of the road is full of people.
I took a few steps with complex feelings such as joy, loss, regret and nostalgia, and squatted down to look at these small petals as light as elf wings. Yes, it is the kind of flower that brings me joy and joy every year. Indian rosewood, a beautiful name.
I stood up and looked up. The green leaves covered the sky, and all the green came into my eyes. No flowers. My eyes searched carefully. Still no flowers. There is not a cluster of yellow flowers on the tree, even if it is just a star.
I collapsed to the ground and grabbed a handful of petals in my hand. Why? That once beautiful, colorful and light petal rain did not appear in front of my eyes. The once gorgeous, prosperous and golden flowers did not appear in front of my eyes. The annual fragrance of flowers accompanying me to and from work did not appear in front of my eyes. It's only early April. I didn't know they would open so early this year. Otherwise, even if Tomb-Sweeping Day is resting at home, I will definitely come out to appreciate their beauty, smell their fragrance and give them a happy and appreciative look.
I asked the cleaner with full doubts and loss. It is warm this year. A short and disapproving answer. Oh, it's warm this year. I didn't expect that. Isn't kapok also blooming earlier than usual? Isn't the southwest dry and rainy? Didn't the south wind often blow as early as February? Isn't mango already on the market? I should have thought of that. I should have noticed. If I had been considerate, I wouldn't have missed the flowering period.
I stood beside the yellow flowers all over the ground, watching the cleaners pile up the once gorgeous, once pure and once brilliant petals. In the eyes of cleaners, they are like a pile of rubbish. And I am sorry for their hasty death, but I can't help it. what can I do? In addition to staring at them, watching them become a pile of garbage.
I regret, I hate, but everything is disconsolate. I have to accept this cruel reality.
Some people may say that flowers can bloom again after they have withered. Yes, you can open it again, even once a year, it's not too far. But some things, once lost, will never come back. Those once gorgeous, once gorgeous, once brilliant moments of life have long since disappeared at the end of the years. Only a few scattered memories are left.
The cleaner put piles of yellow flowers in the garbage truck and pushed them away. The path is clean again. The yellow flowers on the ground just now have disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.
I walked forward with heavy steps while dreaming.
4. Flower or that flower?
After working in front of the computer for a long time, my eyes were sore and my neck was sleepy, so I went to the window and learned to do a simple aerobics "sunrise in the east and sunset in the west" that I had learned on TV before. Outside the window is the park, where the trees are lush, the birds are singing, and the wind blowing from the lake is fresh and humid. The air is mixed with faint flowers.
Suddenly, in the south of the window, a golden flower stands out against the bright green leaves. It's the flowers, the fairy flowers that seem to meet me every year. My heart beat faster in an instant and stopped the ongoing aerobic exercise. My eyes were deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery of that tree and I didn't want to move it for a long time.
Their beauty is so pure and clean. Those flowers, clouds and clusters are in full bloom against the sun. And those green leaves, like mother's hands, gently hold up the flowers. The golden flowers and green leaves form a wonderful match, and the mother and son snuggle up to each other, as if to say that they want to publicize the passion of that beautiful life.
A few days ago, I was sad for a while because I saw falling flowers on the ground and one on the tree was hard to find. I thought these flowers, which wash my mind, purify my soul, beautify my life, poetic my feelings and inspire my creative passion every year, completely missed me this year. Unexpectedly, today, it will suddenly break into my eyes. What a surprise and excitement.
Why, I always have a soft spot for these flowers that others even look down upon? Are their petals as light and beautiful as butterfly wings? Are their smiling faces as bright as the sun? Is it the pleasure of their sudden blooming after a year of silence? Is it a passionate life set off by bright green leaves? Is it their faint floral fragrance that blends into every pore in the air? Is it petal rain dancing like snowflakes?
Looking back suddenly, there is a tree full of golden flowers in the north of the window. In fact, this tree is close to the window, but the angle is a little off. Unless it is close to the window, it can't be seen. This close contact allows me to observe them more truly.
I can't help going to the park. Under the tree, gently pick up a petal that has just fallen. The feeling of holding it in your hand. Its shape is small and lovely, the golden yellow periphery folds at will, and the middle is relatively plain, like a beautiful flower skirt of a little girl. It is so clear and fragile that people can't help feeling pity.
Why did those flowers on the road wither a few days ago, and the flowers in the park just bloom now?
Oh, I see. The trees in the park are tall and numerous, touching each other shoulder to shoulder, which inevitably blocks some sunshine from each other. And the trees on the road absorb more sunlight. So it is not surprising that the same flower blooms at different times. But why didn't I think of this before? If there were, there wouldn't be those sentimental days some time ago.
Well, life is like hide and seek.
Anyway, this year, I saw those flowers, and I didn't miss them.