Lily Prose: Lily Fragrance
It's getting warmer and warmer recently. There seems to be some breath of spring. Occasionally, I seem to smell the fragrance of lily. In fact, this season is not suitable for writing lilies. Because I can't see her openness. However, I can't help loving her. So I looked at the picture at random and wrote down this mood. When I read Lin Qingxuan's Lily in My Heart last night, I couldn't help feeling. She used to be an ordinary flower. No different from weeds. Enjoying the grace and rain of nature, blooming in every mountain and close to every bay. This is not elegant at all. Very humble and insignificant. However, she did not give up her dream of flowering because of the remoteness of the environment. But I tried to absorb the sunshine and bathe, and finally, on a bright morning. Her dream has come true. With a beautiful and handsome lily, the legend of Lily Valley was created! The article is like a Zen talk in a quiet night, passing inch by inch, shining with the taste of crystal beans.
I like the peace that Lily gives me. In the moonlight, it is as quiet as water. Look at this lily that is moist as jade. It's really an honor. Her pure and elegant breath quickly merged with gentle music and swayed into a small pulp. Floating in the air, self-contained and spontaneous. Petals are like brocade, slender and round. There are slight ripples through it. The tips of the undulating petals curl inward and align with the main axis of the flower. Become the core of a color. The petals are loose. Wrapped like scales. Laziness without stratification. There is no elongated sparsity. Like a bun that a woman rolls up at will. Natural beauty.
I like the elegance given by Lily. Especially Bai Baihe. Like a lotus. Piece by piece, a little bit, light and beautiful. The green stems are bright and crystal clear, setting off fresh buds. Just like a woman's intoxicating body fragrance, swaying in the wind, just like a graceful and beautiful woman. Don't ask the dust, just look from a distance, don't be ridiculous. The style protruding from the lips, like the tentacles of a butterfly, began to dance, and the affectionate appearance made people fondle it.
I like the warmth of lilies. That faint color will smooth the impatient heart. That length of contact will soften the hearts together. Compared with the sunset, winter seems to smell like the flame of a small stove. Tighten the temperature of the heart. Make a relaxed face beautiful. Be gentle.
Since ancient times, the beauty of lilies has often been sung by poets and singers. "There are many kinds of leaves, and flowers are the same color. Dew or drooping, drooping with the wind "from leaves to flowers, from flowers to posture, depicts the freshness and nature of lily dew or drooping." "Its real interest and essence are displayed in detail, which makes people think and act.
Lily is a warm-hearted word of Wen Ya. I heard that she also has a name: "Chinese Flower Festival" means to meet and get along with each other for a hundred years. About this meeting, there are too many marriage coincidences, too many rain and fog clouds, everyone can meet! I've seen it now. It's a homonym of lily. Sing it to the old man!
A beautiful and fragrant lily, with the warmth of your hand, let the dust disperse.
Here and now, on the coffee table, in the corner, in the study. Every inch of air is permeated with the fragrance of lilies.
Lily Prose: Lily
Lily is a wild flower that can be seen everywhere in the mountainous areas of northern Liaoning. We call it "wild lily" or "umbrella falling flower". It really looks like an open umbrella.
In early summer, wild flowers such as flaming red lilies, pink peonies, purple Dianthus, and white Polygonatum are dotted with green grass all over the mountains. The beautiful mountain in my hometown is a treasure garden given by God, where there are endless delicious food, exotic flowers and herbs for the villagers to collect. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, as long as people walk into its arms, there will be rich harvest. Hometown people have lived by mountains for generations.
When I was a child, I often went up the mountain, but I didn't remember picking any wild vegetables and fruits for my family, and I didn't pick those beautiful wild flowers very much. We children go up the mountain just for fun, just to find all kinds of delicious weeds and small fruits. Because of this, my childhood was much happier than my brothers. Since childhood, they went up the mountain with their father to chop wood and collect mountain products for their families, such as hazelnuts, mushrooms and medicinal materials.
My father didn't know how to notice that I didn't like planting flowers and grass like other girls, so he often came back from the mountains to pick many lilies for me. Every time my father hands me the lily, he will sigh: Why doesn't our daughter like flowers and plants? I didn't emphasize to my father that it's not that I don't like flowers and plants, but I just don't like handling them.
I have four brothers and my mother lost two daughters before I was born. As you can imagine, my birth brought a different bright atmosphere to this home full of gray boys. I enjoyed all the love my parents and brothers gave me. Perhaps because of this, my parents want me to have all kinds of powder gas that a girl's family should have. But I was not born like a girl. I don't like wearing fancy clothes, learning needlework or gardening. Reject all women's trivial and troublesome things. I like to live a simple life until I grow up, and I am willing to be honest and open to people. Maybe my parents ignored this. My personality development is influenced by more boys in my family.
Although I was very young at that time, I could understand my father's anxiety about his daughter. Every time I receive a big bunch of fiery red from my father, I will carefully put them in several bottles, so that the faint fragrance will pervade every room in my home. Then put those small umbrellas with roots on the hillside on the west side of the house, and often water and weed them until they are as bright and rotten as when they were just picked. From the blossoming umbrellas, I can feel my father's deep affection for my daughter!
By May this year, my father had left us for twenty years. In the past twenty years, whenever I miss my father, good memories will naturally come to my mind, which is the most precious gift my father left me.
My father, who has been a production captain for almost most of his life, is very serious and strict about life at home and in the team. His selflessness is well-known in villages and counties. It is such a black-faced father who gave his daughter a soft heart. This fatherly love, before the daughter could repay it, the father left forever. I can only pray to God to return my wish: in the afterlife, let us be father and daughter again.
Lily Prose: Elegant Lily
I remember when I was a child, my mother planted many flowers in my yard. Every summer, all kinds of flowers compete for fragrance, and the yard is full of fragrance.
I like clusters of mountain lilies in full bloom in the wind. At that time, I used to play hide-and-seek with my friends under the flowers; Wear those purple lily seeds as "beads" and they look good on your hands. Sometimes you can catch beautiful dragonflies or butterflies on blooming flowers. Flowers, flying butterflies and children's laughter filled every corner of the courtyard. That warmth, that happiness, that happiness is my childhood.
Looking at our pollen-covered arms and smiling faces, my mother can't help laughing. And carefully pick up those purple-brown seeds and continue to plant them in the garden. Because of my mother's careful cultivation, my lily is flourishing and beautiful every year.
Mother not only cultivated beautiful lilies, but also passed on her feelings of loving flowers, cultivating flowers and loving flowers to me, and implanted her infatuation with flowers into my soul, making it the only hobby in my adult life.
Lily, also known as night lily, is native to Turpan Basin in Xinjiang. Since ancient times, the beauty of lilies has often been sung by poets and loved by ordinary people. Whether planted in the garden or put in a bottle indoors, it exudes a pure and elegant atmosphere. As for the origin of lily's name, its rhizome is surrounded by many white scales and looks like a white lotus, which means "follow one's inclinations" and "harmony for a hundred years".
There are many wild lilies growing on the hills around my apartment. "Learn to dye the day lily into a light yellow color, and several branches are fluttering in the wind." June-September is the flower season of lily every year. Look at the red petals, dotted with brown smiles. Purple stamens stand out from the petals and bloom beautifully under trees and forests. It complements the lilies of all colors planted in the courtyard, with charming fragrance and long fragrance. Become a beautiful scenery in my life.
I like lilies, especially white lilies. Perhaps it is its beautiful, pure, refined and fresh temperament that deeply touched me. Look at the green leaves of lily, set off the white petals on the branches one by one, and the trumpet-shaped flowers naturally stretch; Flowers are the same color, dewdrops droop; White flowers, petals, calyx and stamens are like frost and snow under the moon, like flawless white jade, like a girl's skin, like washed rouge. The budding bud, the faint fragrance and the distinctive noble and elegant temperament make people feel a little touched and loved. Fresh and refined lily exudes a faint fragrance, just like a graceful and delicate beauty, dreamlike, detached and refined, spotless.
I like lilies very much. I like her unpretentious personality; I like her "natural and good spirit" nature; I like her unique reserved temperament. Approaching the lily flowers, I can't help but indulge in the poem written by Lu You: "Lan Fang moved to the middle forest, why not plant a jade hairpin and ask for two clusters of fragrant lilies, and the old man is still childlike at the age of 70."
Although lily is weak and gentle, it has tenacious vitality and radical soul. No matter it rains or blows, it can stand in the corner indifferently. It is not as resolute as the Four Gentlemen, but it retains tenacity and refined elegance in its soft charm. It does not move for vulgarity, but still maintains its original simplicity, single color, single-minded persistence and self-sustaining life. Although people have cultivated more dazzling varieties, it still sticks to itself indifferently, achieving eternal white classics and maintaining eternal innocence.
Whenever lilies are in full bloom, it is the most beautiful enjoyment to pick a bunch of elegant lilies and put them on my desk to enjoy such pure, elegant and fresh flowers alone. Appreciate and communicate with each other in the mutual gaze of people and flowers, as if suddenly she is my relative, my friend and my confidant. Every time I face her, all the pressure, depression and unhappiness will disappear. She brought peace, tranquility and warmth to the hut. She brought me into a dynamic and poetic realm, and let me enjoy the warmth and warmth. May she never fade in my heart, and let her fragrance haunt me and stay with me.
Maybe I have been subtly influenced by the flower culture in China, but I just don't know it. Otherwise, how can I love that one alone among all kinds of delicious food? Yes, "flowers are not flowers, people are inhuman, flowers are people, and people are flowers". Lily is not only a simple existence, but also a mood, a culture and a classic creation.
I often hear people talk about "flower language": peony symbolizes wealth; Carnation symbolizes warmth and blessing; Roses symbolize love. I like Lily, and I hope she will become a symbol of "holiness" and "friendship".
Only when a beautiful flower leaves the fields of nature and quietly enters people's hearts will it become eternal. Therefore, in the application of Hua Teng in QQ space, I chose her and named her "Moonlight Lily". I would like to build a bridge with the eternal lily in my heart and pass on my friendship and blessings to my dear friends. May friendship last forever and good people live a safe life! People who have read Lily's prose also say: