The flowers and leaves do not see each other

I heard that there is a kind of flower: the flower blossoms and leaves pass away, the leaves are born and the flowers and leaves do not see each other. It is called Manjushri, also known as the other side of the flower, the flower that grows at the edge of the Three Paths. It looks like a carpet of blood from afar and is called "the path of fire" because it is red like fire.

The flower I want to talk about is not a viburnum but has similarities with it, such as the same flowering leaves die, the leaves are born, and the flowers are orange and red like fire. Once on the forum inadvertently found someone posted the picture of this flower, and said that this is the viburnum. Although I know that it is not, but also in the heart of the heart will determine that she is accidentally left on the earth's other side of the flower, but this flower is not a thousand years of flowering flowers fall a thousand years, but once a year.

In the countryside of Yangzhou, we are casually called it crab flower, because its orange petals are a bit like the claws of a crab, although a bit of image, the name is a bit vulgar and with a few points of dominance, born of the soft and gorgeous feeling of demonstration into a few exaggerated. Later, I learned that it also has a common name called dragon claw flower, although the name has a few more respectable, still feels wild. I happened to learn from the book that her scientific name is Lithospermum, still do not like it, always feels difficult to describe her hidden a few mysterious and desperate temperament, the only crowned with Manjusri, only completely on her to give people that weird and beautiful impression.

When I was a child, there was a large bush of this flower in the family yard, and I heard my grandmother say that my father had transplanted it from a friend when he was young. In that era, there are not many people who raise flowers, even if there are only ordinary flowers such as spring gardenia. The crabapple is a rare and beautiful flower. I remember starting to bloom every year, and then because the family renovated the new house, then the next year and re-leveled the yard, perhaps because of her raw neglect of her, it is surprising that several years in a row did not bloom. The mother originally did not like flowers and plants by nature, so she threw her up by the roots and threw them away, and I was reluctant, so I secretly took it to the backyard and planted the rhizomes one by one in the soil, so that an old apricot tree in the backyard was ringed up. And from then on, there were a few more expectations in my heart!

In the fall of that year, the neighbor's planted in a pot had blossomed into a fiery red, but the one I planted around the apricot tree still hadn't moved, and my grandmother said: I'm afraid it will never bloom again! My grandmother said, "I'm afraid it will never bloom again." I felt a little sad. That night, I saw in my dream a tender onion-like flower stem stretched out from the soil, and then quietly blossomed in the breeze, seemingly full of countless tender feelings and smiles. I woke up early in the morning and couldn't wait to run over, and found that the soil was broken out of many turquoise leaf buds, although slightly lost but the heart is still happy, finally life or long green. Grandma said lightly: still not open. I said happily: open, open, now long leaves. My grandmother gave me a strange look.

The next autumn finally opened, and every year after that, those days were all over again fiery red. Now that I think about it, the flowers and plants are also spiritual and finally did not disappoint my pity for her.