When I was a graduate student, I had a female classmate who came from a remote mountain village.

She looks really ordinary. There are only twenty people in the class, but I haven't noticed her existence for a long time.

Then one day, we went to hand in the scholarship form, and she greeted me with a smile-how do you say that smile? It is extremely simple, sincere and bright.

From then on, I found that every time I met a familiar or unfamiliar person, she would laugh like this, reminding me of the wild chrysanthemums in the country.

There is such a person in this world who not only looks good, but also has slow communication. But it can last a long time.

My female classmate is. After a long time, I found that her straight hair with clear soup and dried noodles has not changed, but it has been trimmed neatly-she really trimmed it herself with scissors; Although her clothes are simple, they are neat and natural, and have a rustic flavor of Shan Ye.

She makes me want to be close-even if she really has nothing extraordinary, whether it is academic research or artistic expertise.

I don't even know what I like about her. But I love running to her dormitory.

At that time, there were four people in the dormitory, each of whom occupied a small corner, with a bed above and a desk and wardrobe below. Whether you really love doing research or studying, the desk is always full of books, which is very crowded and messy.

However, her desktop can accommodate two pots of green plants-a few dollars of rich bamboo, just inserted in a large transparent glass bottle. They staggered to drink the water in the bottle and leaned out.

That thick green is particularly dazzling in the crowded dormitory-whenever I open the door, it rushes into my eyes.

I lived on the fifth floor, and this female classmate was on the fourth floor. When I climb the stairs and pass by her dormitory, I always stop and rush in to say hello. So, I can often see her in the green, so quiet, sometimes writing papers, sometimes eating snacks, and sometimes talking about TV dramas.

At that time, many of our classmates were busy working part-time to make money. Business opportunities are everywhere in this rapidly developing international metropolis. Some people work as translators for 800 yuan an hour, others go to vocational colleges for 600 yuan a day … but my female classmates are unmoved.

At that time, we were so worried about the thesis that we often used "even if we were dead" to force ourselves to complete the task. But I seldom see my female classmates sigh and worry.

Even when she is eating snacks and doing drama, she can make you feel that this is the greatest enjoyment in the world.

Gradually, I think this rich bamboo has a kind of magic.

Because every time I walk into this dormitory and see it, my impetuous heart can calm down.

Later, when looking for jobs, we all wanted to stay in big cities, big companies, big institutions, or colleges and universities. However, they feel extremely difficult, and they are all worried that "high is not enough, low is not enough." But this female classmate seems to have never thought about fighting from the beginning, so she silently went to a small town and entered a middle school.

Later, I took a long bus ride to see her. As expected, the small single dormitory is neat-there are no bookshelves, and the books are neatly packed inside the single bed. On the table and in the corridor, many flowers and plants were raised at will. Those days coincided with the rain, so I stayed in her dormitory, soaked in a sea of flowers, and read one book after another. I will never forget that peace of mind and satisfaction, tranquility and richness.

Later, she settled down in a small town and had children.

Today, she is the mother of two children.

In her occasional circle of friends, there has never been a chicken flying eggs and anxiety, only a shallow happiness.

So, I think it's not that the flowers and plants she raises are full of magic, but that she gives them magic.

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After work, I met a friend who was very ill and took medicine all the year round. So far, she has not been married.

Her work is boring and heavy.

If many people come to her life, I think they are all sad or silent.

But she lives like a bunch of bright and moist flowers.

She loves to dress up, and every day she goes to work, she is fresh, decent and clean.

She loves good food and can always tell you where there is good food.

She is good at keeping in good health. Every day in the tedious work, she never forgets to cook a pot of seasonal sugar water to share with others.

She carved a corner in the office and planted many lovely succulents.

She also ordered herself flowers, a bunch a week, and delivered them to the office on time. A light blue glass bottle is filled with clear water, which is full of different flowers and smells.

The studio, which was originally full of toner and ink, is full of fragrance and vitality because of her existence. Friends and colleagues are always willing to visit her. Enjoy flowers and tea, have a chat with her, and then turn around and walk in high spirits.

In fact, her job is not easy at all. Every time I go, I can see her wearing a mask to sort out a mountain of documents, or busy in photocopiers, printers and scanners.

But I've never seen her pull a long face or heard her complain. I just saw her smile. That smile is really like a spring breeze, like a blooming flower. In a trance, I often feel that this is a back garden full of aura, and she has become a member of the flowers.

For a long time, I thought it was the flowers and green plants here, full of irresistible magic, which attracted me in when I was impetuous, tired and confused. Then, I always leave like I washed the dust off my body with clear water.

Later, I realized why some people can always keep flowers and plants dead, but she can remain unbeaten. It is because she is a true flower lover, and because she has opened her heart to accept them and nourish them. Therefore, over time, the essence, aura and energy they bred can also be absorbed into her body and even her life, so that she can also have love and be invincible forever.

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Never underestimate the energy of a bunch of flowers.

Whether to accept a bunch of blooming flowers is a requirement for time and space in appearance, but in essence it is a requirement for life attitude and soul.

I remember one time when I was shopping, I saw a well-preserved flower in the cashier's desk of the store. I can't help asking, why do I raise it so well?

The shop assistant explained that this kind of flower is both easy and difficult to raise. It is easy to raise, because it only needs a little water, but it is difficult to raise, because it is more popular-the more popular, the more laughter, the better it grows.

Flowers and plants are actually people. Need spiritual cultivation.

Accepting a bunch of flowers is actually accepting yourself.

The world is big, because it can squeeze in so much money and fame, honor and disgrace and rise and fall, jealousy and dignity.

The world is small, because most of the time, it can't accept a bunch of flowers.

No matter where you live, you can let a bunch of flowers or green plants bloom around you. Such a person will always be happy-because he can perceive happiness, create happiness and accept happiness better than others.

Raising flowers is actually raising yourself.

Raise a peace of mind and raise a good life.