Love you as life

Fresh smile, warm and gentle pure smile.The light wind walks quietly between the flowers and leaves, gently caressing the stems and necks of the flowers, and those small green leaves dance gently like countless little hands.

I admired it for a while before turning to the dining room.

"What good thing happened today? I have been giggling non-stop since I came home, as if I was looking forward to new clothes for the New Year when I was a child." My mother asked with a loud smile, her plump face was full of laugh lines.

"Well, I'm just happy." I don't know how to be so happy, ever since I saw those wild chrysanthemums, I can't stop being happy.

"It's good to be happy, happiness is the treasure of life!" My father also laughed heartily, his voice was loud and warm.For a moment, the whole family seemed to be having a happy event, with endless laughter and laughter.Yes, joy is contagious.

After dinner, I still went for a walk on the side of the mountain alone.

It feels so good to have my hair blown by the wind, my skin kissed by the sun, and my eyes nourished by the green. Also, the soles of my feet are massaged by the sand, and the water slides over my fingers... very good, very beautiful.

The setting sun is chasing and frolicking in the grass on the other side of the river, rippling waves of golden yellow, and the wilderness is full of wild chrysanthemums...

"Wen Qing, what's your favorite flower?" An An from the back of the bicycle asked me in a crisp voice.

"Wild chrysanthemums!" I looked at the open field full of wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the driveway.

The autumn wind blew my words down my hair.

"Tell me, what kind of flower do you like!" An An's hand tightly hugged my waist.

"Chrysanthemum! Wild chrysanthemum!" I shouted.

"Oh, I like wild chrysanthemums too! We are the same!" An An was very excited.

"Wild chrysanthemums are as fragrant as An'an!" I sucked in the wind vigorously.

"Wen Qing smells like wild chrysanthemums!" An An put her nose on my back and sniffed vigorously.

"Shall we come here to pick flowers after school?" An An's childish voice was very loud.

"Okay——" I pedaled hard, and the bicycle was shaken and jumped on the narrow dirt road.

"Wen Qing, I like you riding a fast car!" An An hugged me tightly, "It's like flying in the sea while riding a fish!"

An An must be playing "The Mermaid" in her mind, because she has never seen the sea, let alone the experience of "riding a fish and flying in the sea".

"Let's pick wild chrysanthemums!"

After school, as soon as I walked out of the school gate, An An looked at me without blinking and said.

"Okay, little ghost with a good memory!" I carried her onto the tall bicycle.

I lay the car horizontally among the flowers, quietly took my hand and walked slowly and solemnly to the wide and undulating wild chrysanthemum garden.The wilderness under the setting sun is like a golden ocean, a brilliant ocean with slightly rippling waves formed by the confluence of wild chrysanthemums and sunlight, boundless, with big arms embracing the blue sky in the distance.

"It's so beautiful! I'm going to take wedding photos here in the future." An An said softly.

"An An must be the most beautiful bride in the world!"

"You are more beautiful than me. You will be the bride, and I will be the groom." An Anmei smiled confidently, and raised her big bright eyes to look at me.

"Oh, you're a princess, and I'm looking for a prince to take wedding photos!" I looked at this serious primary school student who was just over six years old and was in the first grade.

"I just want to take pictures with you!" She pursed her lips and stopped smiling.

"Okay, can't I take a photo with you?" I picked her up by the waist and turned her around several times, "Are you happy? My wild chrysanthemum essence!"

"Oh--I'm so happy--" She laughed and cried, her short yellow hair flew up, and her beautiful face was ruddy kissed by the sun.

An'an started running in the field, rolling happily and singing loudly.I picked a lot of wild chrysanthemums and weaved them into a wreath.When I put the flower crown on An An's head, she looked at me: "You just made one?"

"Huh? Yes." I looked at the little goddess in ancient Greek mythology in front of me.

"I'll braid you one too." She touched the short hair on my bent head.

"Okay, just make it up for me." I leaned back and sat on the ground, casually reciting Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine": "Jielu is in a human environment..."

An An immediately went on to recite it with me: "There is no noise of cars and horses. How can I ask you? My heart is far away from myself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is beautiful at sunset and the birds return. Among them are Sincerely, I have forgotten my words if I want to argue."

Then we recited his "He Guozhu Book" together: "Qiuju has a beautiful color, and the flower is exposed. It's all about forgetting things, far away from my worldly feelings. Although a cup goes in alone, the pot pours itself when the cup is exhausted. When the day comes, the flock moves, and the returning birds come to sing in the forest. Under the Xiaoao Dongxuan, we can talk about this life again..."

An An's voice is melodious, pure, and soft. Like Tao Yuanming, she "picks chrysanthemums under the eastern fence", but she doesn't know that "I" is Yuanming.After picking the flowers, she sat there and weaved the wreath leisurely and intoxicated, while repeating softly, "Jie Lu is in the human environment..." There was an intoxicated and sweet smile on her face.

"Wen Qing, you are the most beautiful girl in the world." An An gently put the wreath she made on my head, admiring "her" "girl" contentedly.

"An'an is the most beautiful, just like Ophelia."

"Who is Ophelia?"

"Let's go back first, and I'll talk to you at night." I stood up watching the darkening sky, holding An An's hand, two wild chrysanthemum elves wearing flower crowns, one big and one small, one tall and one short, in the setting sun. Light footprints and elegant figures are left on the field full of flowers.

"Ophelia is..." In the evening, my story began.

"What is it?" An'an waited for a long time but didn't see my next message.

"Hamlet" is too complicated, how should I describe it?Looking at the quiet and pure and beautiful little goddess, I adapted the story:

One of the ministers of the King of Denmark had a daughter, that is beautiful and pure Ophelia, she had a more beautiful voice than a nightingale, and could weave many beautiful songs, and she had a pair of skillful hands, and could weave very beautiful garlands.

One day, she came to the stream and made two small garlands out of daisies, nettles, wildflowers, and weeds. Then she climbed up a willow tree, hung one garland on the wicker, and held the other in her hand. Here is the rosemary for remembrance; remember, my love; this is the pansy for thought. This is fennel and funnel flower for you; this is the grass of mercy for you, I want to give you some violets too. Come, my love, here is a daisy of love..."

Before she finished singing, she found the reflection of her beloved Danish prince in the clear river, and he was stretching out his hands to her.Ofelia looked up at the prince by the river, her eyes became brighter and her face became more rosy, so she took off the garland from the willow tree and jumped down, just in the arms of the prince, and put it on her head. Put on a flower crown, and then put another on the prince's head, and the prince said: "You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I want you to be my most beautiful bride."

An An's eyes are sometimes like two deep springs, silent in the night, and sometimes like a clear stream, flowing with clear waves.Those were more beautiful eyes than Ophelia.

What a pure girl.

"Lover, come here, here is a daisy that expresses love..." An An pulled a flower from the wreath before going to bed, and stood on the edge of the bed, looking very cute.

I walked from the door to the bed and stretched out my arms to her. She jumped into my arms with a "huh", and we couldn't help laughing.

"Good night." I kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night." She pressed her soft lips to my face.

"Wen Qing, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that all the chrysanthemums in the world were blooming, and the whole world was full of the fragrance of chrysanthemums. We were flying around..."

[-]. Getaway

When I went home that day, it was already dark. Usually I am afraid of the dark, but today I forgot about the dark. Memories, pure golden memories can light up the dark road.

Half a bright moon and a little bit of evening wind accompany me, summer night is so nice.

When I got home, my mother blamed: "We thought you lost it, and we were going to call 110 to call the police!"

"That's right, Wen Qing, don't go home so late, your parents will be worried." My father also became "long-winded".

Hehe, how old am I, um, how old am I, still worrying about this?But I understand their feelings, they now regard me as a national first-class protected animal.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Let's not make an example." I sat on the armrest of the sofa next to my mother.

The next day, it was another sunny day.

When I was walking with my parents in the morning, I found wild chrysanthemums growing under the shade of trees in the grass on the side of the road, which is the most common orange-colored yellow chrysanthemum.This kind of wild chrysanthemum blooms all year round, maybe because the flowering period is too long, it is easy to be ignored.

"Mom, do you remember the yellow chrysanthemums we planted on the balcony when we were young?" I asked my mother.

"Of course I remember, our family has planted chrysanthemums, all yellow chrysanthemums."

"Well, I was very upset at that time. Why do other people's houses have colorful flowers, but ours only has chrysanthemums, and only yellow ones."

"Oh? What flowers are you envious of?"

"Like henna, peonies, hibiscus..."

"Oh, so I like those popular ones."

"That's right, children are like this. But then I still think our chrysanthemums are the best."

"Ok?"

"Those bright flowers are not fragrant, but our chrysanthemums are fragrant."

"Yes, our chrysanthemums are very fragrant. I don't know what kind they are. Your grandma brought them back."

"I remember you used chrysanthemums to make water for us to drink, and you also used chrysanthemums to boil water for us to wash our hair and take a bath."

"That's right, you all love prickly heat and poisonous sores, chrysanthemums can detoxify heat."

"I feel so fragrant after washing!" I couldn't help leaning down and smelling the wild chrysanthemums under the tree, "Well, it's still the fragrance of our house. Oh, mom, why didn't you plant the chrysanthemums outside at that time What about the vegetable field? There are so many that the balcony is full."

"I don't want it to steal the fat of the vegetables! No one else can steal it."

"Do you want to grow chrysanthemums?" My father, who has been doing exercises while walking, said, "Tomorrow I will ask someone to bring them over, and you can fill our yard with it! Several of my friends are flower farms .”

"No, our yard looks great now." I think about "first love" and have a vague feeling that if the house is full of chrysanthemums, I can't buy them there... Also, I feel like I don't want to be full of plants, I will be surrounded by it...

"Kids, do you still remember the "Three Character Classic" that you memorized some time ago?" I said to the twenty four or five-year-old children in Chinese studies class.

"Remember!"

"The teacher knows that you are so good! Now recite it to the teacher, okay?"

"At the beginning of human beings, the nature is good. The nature is similar, but the habit is far away. If you don't teach it, your nature will change. The way of teaching is to specialize..." Before answering my "good or bad", they couldn't wait to recite it.

"The Analects of Confucius that I read some time ago will also be available? Give it a try, okay?"

"Okay!" The voice was not so loud this time.

"It doesn't matter, you can recite as much as you can, the teacher believes in you!"

"The Master said: Learning and learning from time to time, isn't it easy to talk about it? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar? People don't know, but they are not stunned. Isn't it a gentleman?..."

In the first half hour of each class, I read to the children "without understanding", and in the second half hour I told them relevant stories.In order to listen to the story, they all read aloud vigorously, and they blurted out after reading too much.Children's voices are always the best, and listening to their reading is a kind of enjoyment.

"Wen Qing, what book are you reading?" An An ran in from the outside, stood beside me, and looked at me.

"Well, have you finished watching Cinderella?" She was watching cartoons just now.

"Well, it's over. What are you reading?"

"'Getaway'."

"I want to read too." An An's clear eyes looked at me quietly.

"This book is not suitable for you to read. You will not be able to recognize many characters until you grow up."

"Then read it to me." An An's eyes showed "indomitable" eagerness.

"Okay, I'll read it to you." I let her sit on the bed in front of me, "There is a fish in the dark north, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Kun." It is a Peng. The back of a Peng does not know how many thousands of miles it is; it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to Nanming.

I thought An An would run away after listening to a few words, but she sat there quietly and listened to me read the whole article.

"An'an, does it sound good?"

"Well, it sounds very good. I want to read it too. Can you teach me?"

"Do you know what I read?"

"do not know."

"Why do you want to read?"

"You read it very well, from now on, can you read it to me every day?"

"Well, good." I stroked her soft hair that hung around her neck, remembering the scene when I asked my grandma to tell me stories and read songs when I was a child.On a summer night, my grandma held me in her arms and hummed softly: "The moon is whirling, pick up snails, how many to pick up, three baskets to pick up, rice to cook with a basket, firewood to burn with a basket, there is another basket at the corner of the patio..."

In the following mornings and nights, I would read to An An, and then An An would blurt out and "read" with me. After I read the last sentence, she would go on to the next sentence, or recite it with me, "Zhuangzi" "Li Sao" ancient poems, lyrics, music and Fu...from her five to 12 years old.

An'an made me feel the profoundness and mellowness of Chinese studies.

After the Sinology class, I went to the flower shop again. I first bought two calla lilies in the old shop "Fragrant Flower Shop", and then transferred to "First Love".Today I picked the most fragrant chamomile, not many, just one branch with five flowers on it and many buds.The young shopkeeper changed his clothes: light green T-shirt, white casual trousers, fresh, pure and energetic.But the head is still the image of Night Walker Mei Chaofeng, the contrast is too sharp. "Half angel, half devil", "sphinx", "centaur"... these words flashed in my mind again.

In order to prevent myself from losing my composure again, I immediately went to pay.

Night Walker looked at me, moved his lips, turned around hesitantly, poked his head inside, and began to look around slowly, then I remembered that she was looking for her message paper, and I saw that message at a glance The paper is prominently placed next to the computer on her desk, can she really not see it?Aren't her eyes all right?

She finally found the little notebook, and then started looking around for her pen, which was stuck in a long bottle on the other side of the computer.

When she finally found the pen, she began to write numbers slowly. Today's handwriting is very elegant and regular, and she "traces" that number with great patience.

When it was time to pay, I realized that there was no change, only the most revolutionary red "Great Unity" left. I looked at the hundred yuan that her white hand took over with embarrassment, but she didn't care about it. He turned around to give the change without minding, and there seemed to be a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, she finally came over, and I was shocked when I saw that she was full of change in her hands, a thick wad.She began to count slowly in front of me: five yuan, two yuan, one yuan, fifty cents, two cents, one cent... for a full 10 minutes!My God, this is too... I don't like to get angry, who told me to buy flowers for two yuan and give them a big one!

When she handed the money to me, I found the smug smile she suppressed on the corner of her mouth.I couldn't help but think in my heart: what a cheapskate who will get revenge!

When I got home, my mother just came back from the vegetable garden, holding a big handful of sweet potato leaves. This is the "pig dish" that we have loved since childhood-the sweet potato leaves were used to cook pig food back then.

"Mom, I made a lot of money today!" I took out the big handful of broken coins, "Look, I exchanged one for dozens of coins!"

"Wow, which Bodhisattva is so kind? I'm short of money!" Mom's eyes widened happily.

"Are you kind? Such a bulging bag is such a trouble! She just bought two dollars to get revenge on me just because she saw me!"

"How come, who doesn't like broken money in a small business? Those who sell vegetables and meat don't know how happy they are when they receive my change!"

"Oh?" I was puzzled, that Remy, uh, that girl...

"However, maybe the money for selling flowers is too much," my mother smiled at me, "Put the flowers together and pick vegetables? Your favorite."

That's right, my favorite housework since I was a child is choosing vegetables. It is the most "free" housework, just like I go to buy flowers every day. before the nose.

[-]. Chrysanthemum essence

"Wen Qing, I still want to listen to the story." An An came over at night and hugged my neck.

"Well, what's the story?" I looked into her clear and gentle eyes.

"The story of the chrysanthemum." Her eyes were covered with sunshine.

"This...let me think..." I pulled her to let her sit by the window with me.

After thinking for a while, I adapted "Huang Ying" from Liao Zhai for her:

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Ma Zicai. He liked chrysanthemums very much. Whenever he heard of a good variety of chrysanthemums, he would definitely buy them back, even if they were thousands of miles away.

One day, on the way home, Ma Zicai met a young man surnamed Tao, who was moving to a distant place with his sister Huang Ying.Ma Zicai found that Mr. Tao loved chrysanthemums as much as he did. He was very happy and invited them to live in his home.Seeing his enthusiasm and sincerity, Mr. Tao and his brother agreed.

Although Ma Zicai is not rich, he has several huts and a large yard.After Tao Gongzi and his brother settled down, they opened up another piece of land, surrounded it with a fence to form a large yard, and began to grow chrysanthemums like Ma Zicai.Mr. Tao picked up all kinds of chrysanthemum stumps that Ma Zicai had discarded and planted them.Not long after, the chrysanthemums at Mr. Tao's house were in bloom, and there were so many people who came to see and buy flowers at his house that it was as lively as a market.

Ma Zi felt strange, so he ran to see.He found that the chrysanthemums in Mr. Tao's house were all strange varieties, which he had never seen before.When Mr. Tao saw Ma Zicai coming, he invited him to enjoy the chrysanthemums together. Only then did Ma Zi know that Mr. Tao's chrysanthemums were all pulled up and thrown away by himself.He was ashamed.

The next day Ma Zi went to Mr. Tao's house to enjoy the flowers again. He was surprised to find that the chrysanthemum branches newly inserted yesterday had grown to a foot high, so he asked Mr. Tao for flower planting skills.But he just couldn't grow such a beautiful chrysanthemum so quickly.

Later, Mr. Tao went out to do business, leaving his sister Huang Ying at home.The chrysanthemums grown by Huang Ying were as good as those grown by her younger brother, which made Ma Zicai admire him very much.

Huang Ying was a very beautiful girl, and Ma Zi gradually fell in love with her.On the day of their wedding, Mr. Tao came back. He was very happy, so he drank with Ma Zicai. Because he was so happy, he drank a lot of wine, and ended up lying on the ground drunk, turning into a chrysanthemum.

Ma Zicai was very surprised and couldn't help being stunned. It wasn't until the chrysanthemum leaves started to turn yellow that Ma Zi came to his senses and ran to tell Huang Ying. The chrysanthemum had completely withered, Huangying was very sad, tears fell down one after another, and she lost her brother just like that.

It turns out that both sister and brother are chrysanthemum essences.

I have been looking at An An's eyes, her deep and contemplative eyes, these eyes always seem to contain an infinite world, full of strange thoughts inside, so I can't believe that these are a pair of children's eyes, or this There are endless deep thoughts waiting to be developed hidden in the eyes like deep mountains and springs, which allow me to see myself in them.

"Wen Qing, 'intoxicated' means Mr. Tao is drunk?" An An looked at me, but I felt her eyes pass through me and landed in a distant place that I don't know where.

"Well, yes."

"Then Mr. Tao will come back to life." An An is not sad at all.

"why?"

"The last time I recited "Li Sao", you said that I recited it so well that you were intoxicated. You woke up after being drunk all night, and you are still the same Wen Qing." An An looked back at me, Laughed lightly.

"Uh, Mr. Tao is not dead, but he was too drunk and lost himself." I looked into her mischievous eyes and laughed happily.

"It's not good to be so drunk that you lose yourself. Don't allow Wenqing to be so intoxicated in the future!" An An said seriously.

"Well, Wenqing is drunk in her heart, she is a good person!" I kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, then I am often intoxicated, intoxicated in my heart. For example, when I listen to your stories, read and sing with you, and when I lie in a big warm bathtub in winter and play with bubbles..." An An's face was "intoxicated".

"Wen Qing, can we grow chrysanthemums too?" An An said just after waking up the second day after telling the "intoxicated" story.

"Okay, we also grow chrysanthemums, and they are all over the yard." I remembered the yellow chrysanthemums that filled our balcony when we were young.

"Well, we're going to make the whole house smell good and make it smell good all the way to school." An An blushed with excitement.

As soon as school was over in the afternoon, An An took me to the field where I had to go home to pull out wild chrysanthemums. She pulled out a bunch of them, and when I got home, I was about to plant them. We planted a circle of wild chrysanthemums under the wall of the yard.

"Why don't you plant wild chrysanthemums in the middle of the yard?" An An asked strangely.

"In the middle, there are chrysanthemum queens and chrysanthemum princesses." I said.

"But I think the wild chrysanthemum is a princess, and the corolla it weaves is so beautiful." An An was a little disappointed.

"Wild chrysanthemums are tenacious, so they are planted in corners. Besides, wild chrysanthemums grow fast, and they can cover the entire yard against the wall in no time, like a huge garland, so beautiful!" I comforted her.

"Oh, so it is." An An suddenly realized, her eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

By the end of the week, we loosened the soil in the entire yard, and then we found several varieties of chrysanthemums and planted them all.We all become gardeners, gardeners.An An muttered while busy:

"An'an is a hardworking kid, and Wenqing is a hardworking big kid. Well, Chen Xing sorted out the filth, and brought the moon lotus hoe back... It's not a pity that the clothes get dirty, but the wish is fulfilled."

"What is your 'wish'?" I asked An An, who was clumsily holding a hoe.

"Let people all over the world be intoxicated by our chrysanthemums." An An didn't lift her head.

Only then did I know that this little guy can still understand these poems a little bit.

The chrysanthemums grow thickly and grow quickly. In two or three years, the garden is full of flowers, especially the wild chrysanthemums all over the wall, which are brilliant and fragrant. An An said that she can really smell our chrysanthemums at school.

In autumn, we all pick chrysanthemums to make tea and cook vegetables.An An likes me, and is unwilling to add sugar to chrysanthemum tea.

"This way you can smell the fragrance of chrysanthemums." An An said.

Once I used chrysanthemums to cook a meal and made a dish. An An was so "intoxicated" by eating it that she asked Song's mother to cook with chrysanthemums all autumn.

"Oh oh, I want to 'drink the falling dew of magnolia in the morning, and eat the falling flowers of autumn chrysanthemum in the evening'" An An tilted her head and looked at the chrysanthemum petals in the white rice, while sniffing deeply.

"An An, what do you read? Who taught you these 'Zi Xi Zhi Xi (Zhi Xi Zhi Xi)', it's like a strange bird singing." Song Ma looked at An An's old-fashioned appearance and frowned with a smile. of.

"Taught by Qu Yuan." An An looked at me as if amnesty.

"Who is Qu Yuan? Wen Qing's nickname? Why such a weird nickname!" Song Ma gave me a gentle look.

"Yes, yes, Wenqing's nickname! Mama Song is so smart!" An An laughed loudly.

An An loves Changqiu prickly heat, so I followed my mother’s example when I was a child, bathing her with chrysanthemum boiled water, and she soaked in the water while washing and singing, just like Ophelia, of course it’s not because she’s crazy. "I don't know what's going on, but when I see the petals floating on the water, I can't sing if I don't want to!" An An said.

After putting on her pajamas and coming out, An An ran to me and said:

"Wen Qing, come and smell me, don't I smell good?"

"Well, what a fragrant chrysanthemum essence!" I hugged her who was slowly growing up, and turned her around.

[-]. Customers

Chrysanthemums are not easy to wither, and it is too wasteful to replace them every day. If you don’t replace them, you don’t need to buy them every day. But every time you visit the old store, you will go to the new store. It can even be said that you go to the old store to buy flowers just to see the new store...then The rich chrysanthemum fragrance always stretches out thousands of slender and flexible tentacles, pulling me, hugging me, and drifting towards her without half a second of hesitation.

Finally, I finally thought of a reason to buy chrysanthemums every day:

Put a bunch on the office table of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, put a bunch in the classroom of the Chinese Studies Class of Qihuitang, send a bunch to my brother's house every three to five, and set up a "one star a day" award to reward the best child in the Chinese Studies class every day a chrysanthemum.In addition, the vase and the flowers are bought twice, the vase is bought first, and the chrysanthemums are bought the next day... In this way, I can go to the "first love" every day to enjoy the most joyful experience of the day. Warm and bright time.

At first, the female owner of Fragrant Flower Shop didn't think much of me buying chrysanthemums, but later she was puzzled by my behavior like a shopaholic. If she knew "Ai Lian Shuo", she would definitely scold Zhou Dunyi for talking nonsense, what "chrysanthemums" Empress Tao seldom hears of love." This Wen Qing is simply a chrysanthemum idiot.

But she is still enthusiastic about me. One is that I buy flowers from her every day as always, and there is no sign of liking the new and disliking the old.The second is that the new flower shop did not actually pose any threat to her. On the contrary, it added popularity to her flowers. "Youran" discovered her various and colorful "Fragrant Flower Shop" and joined her customer base.

One day, I was surprised to find that "First Love" has become more ambitious. It wants to invade the guests from the sense of taste and viscera, adding a new brand: chrysanthemum tea.Those dry little chrysanthemums are all stored in small bottles, which are the kind of bottles of little stars, little roses and thousand paper cranes that boys and girls fold freely, but this unique bottle is not vulgar at all, and the bottle cap is a log stopper , tied with a simple brown rope, the pattern on the side of the bottle is also very refined, there is a simple window, there are two cups of tea on the table under the window, and there are distant mountains on the other side, and there are four flowing clouds under the distant mountains. Small print: Tao Ran Chrysanthemum Tea.As if leaning against the window and looking at the past, it is like a hazy distant mountain in the distance, and there seems to be Tao Yuanming under the distant mountain...

I bought a small bottle and thought to myself: When will the chrysanthemum shower gel, chrysanthemum shampoo, chrysanthemum pillow, and chrysanthemum sachet be released?I couldn't help laughing, the young flower shop girl stood in front of me and "looked" at me for a long time, which made me quickly lower my head, I was thinking, she always "looks" at the customers like this of it?It seems that every time I come, she keeps staring at me, uh, not only "looking", but "examining"... People nowadays are really cunning, and they wear sunglasses to be presumptuous.Thinking of it this way, I also raised my eyes and looked at her "eyes" for a moment, and now it's all right, not only did she not avoid it, but she also grinned happily.In the end, I blushed and left in failure, with huge black sunglasses!My eyes are no match!

"An An, can we make some chrysanthemum tea? Let your parents drink it with you." I looked at An An who was circling around the chrysanthemum bushes in the autumn wind.

"Well, okay." An An happily agreed.

We brought two bamboo baskets for choosing vegetables and ran to the yard together.

"The chrysanthemum is young, its flowers are burning," An An said softly as he stepped out of the threshold, "The sun rises in the southeast corner, and it shines on my Xin's building. The Xin family has a beautiful woman, who named herself Wen Qing. Wen Qing is good at planting chrysanthemums, At the gate of the chrysanthemum picking courtyard..."

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about!" I was surprised that this guy could recite the poem like this, "The good girl in Xin's Building is Xin An, how could it be Wen Qing?"

"A good girl is you, I am not as good as you." An An smiled sweetly at me with "appreciation", walked to the dense chrysanthemum bushes, and said sweetly while raising her hands:

"Pick chrysanthemums, talk about them. Pick chrysanthemums, talk about them. Pick chrysanthemums, talk about them. Pick chrysanthemums, talk about them..."

I stopped and looked at the carefree eight-year-old An An in the chrysanthemum bushes. Her short hair was softly flashing in the autumn wind, and she gently patted strands of sunshine on her face. Floating with the wind, flying, flying...

"An'an, do you know what you mean?" How did this magical child understand the "Beng Yi" in the Book of Songs?

"It's just picking chrysanthemums, picking, picking, picking, picking and picking, picking and picking." An An said happily and loudly.

We dried the picked chrysanthemum buds and filled a large bottle, but An An's parents didn't come home for half a year, and Song's mother also said, how delicious is our "tea", so we finally made it I bought a few sachets, and An An will put them in her schoolbag and take them to school...

A few days later, I actually met the chrysanthemum sachet at "First Love"!And chrysanthemum honey!

The bottle of chrysanthemum honey is especially attractive to me.An inverted heart-shaped glass bottle with a funny "straw hat" on it, which is actually a glass bottle cap, but made in the shape of a straw hat. There are two slightly opened mouths on the bottle body, which are located on both sides of the bottle.One half of the mouth is orange and half green, and the opposite one is half blue and half yellow, and the colors of the upper and lower lips are just staggered.

Hehe, sweet kisses, distant kisses, long-awaited kisses that are close at hand, childish kisses like hide-and-seek... I couldn't help laughing, and the more I looked at it, the more I wanted to laugh, and finally I laughed out loud, no longer caring about the disappointment. Don't be rude.

The more I laughed, the more vigorous I became, I couldn't help it, just like the water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, and all the dams were washed away and disappeared invisible.All the happiness I had stored up during this time was released, and it was like fireworks splashing and blooming all over the sky.

Suddenly my smile froze.The flower shop girl looked at me very seriously and sadly, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks like two parallel lines.

I was stunned for a long time before I realized that I was too presumptuous and hurt her self-esteem.Thinking of my many "offenses" in the past half month, and the joy that her flower shop brought to me that I haven't seen for many years, I feel very guilty.

I took out a tissue and handed it to her, but she didn't accept it. I took her hand and held the tissue in her hand. She suddenly stretched out her hands and held mine tightly.Her hand was very warm, and as soon as I held it, I felt that my palm was about to sweat.

I patted the back of her hand with my other hand: "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, but your bottles are very creative, and your things here are very creative and beautiful, and they bring me a lot of happiness !" Who knew that her tears flowed even more fiercely, she suddenly turned around and walked into the flower shop.

I stood there in a daze for a while, then turned and left wondering.

[-]. Illusion

The next day, when I walked into Fuyu Street anxiously, I was stunned again.

The gate of "first love" is closed tightly, and the rolling gate reflects the dazzling light in the sun. The blue word "love" in the center of a white chrysanthemum is like a desolate and hopeless eye, looking quietly with me...

How did that happen?I'm a little dizzy.Why?Why?Is it about me?Suddenly, I felt very empty, and a series of phantom-like memories appeared in my mind. The past half month seemed like a dream.

The appearance of this new flower shop brought me endless joy and surprises. It opened a window in my heart that had been dusty for a long time, allowing me to relive many sweet moments.Its coming is a warm pat on my peaceful life, and its going is a beating on my heart that has been slowly living.The first love, chrysanthemum, the ending song of "Daisy", Tao Yuanming, fields, chrysanthemum tea, chrysanthemum sachet... I seem to be surprised all of a sudden, why is everything that appears here is my favorite?Why are all the things sold here that I think are priceless?Why does this store seem to be opened on my heart?Who knows me so well,