The man, the flower

That flower, like a dimple

Whenever I pass by the vacant lot in front of the neighborhood, I can't help but turn my head and look to the left, and then to the left again - it's a daisy. A wilted but exceptionally beautiful daisy, their leaves now black and yellow and brittle, like drained, big one tea leaves at the end, dead and lifeless, just shaking and shaking in the late winter and spring wind, like a silent moan - of course - I think --they are moaning and calling for spring, right? Just a few days of warm sunshine and rain, they will be like a sponge that has absorbed enough water to thrive, the leaves immediately become loose and swollen, covered with a shiny green, layer by layer like the hem of a gorgeous princess. In a few days - or even just a day if you put enough effort into it - a thin, lush green, watery stem will emerge, topped with an unopened crown, a slight cascade of yellow from the bush, like a shy flower peering at the world through a very thin slit, a hint of A wisp of soft yellow, but also like a layer of enamel gold silk embedded in the budding, faintly shaking your eyes, revealing a little sweetness of life - in a few days, when he sucked hard a large mouthful of water and sunlight - he will "wow " like exhaling a winter of stuffy breath in the chest, "abruptly" a golden corolla, six sun-drenched petals, against that painted with two points of blush rouge of a smile of joy, look up - -Ho! The entire open space is full of golden smiling faces, so that people can look at the corners of the mouth can be gently hooked, the heart is like a spring breeze, peaceful and calm. But ignore that a swirling bee.

The bee, like a child

He is a beekeeper, he brought his rowan hives and tents, and a group of fat short hens, he started his three-week stay in the flowers, early in the morning, when the first beam of sunlight containing the color of grain gilded the daisies, the bee colony is already awake, the honey seeker brought back a welcome buzz, so The bee swarm then pours out of the hive in search of their beloved rendezvous, the bees shaking their round wings, bowing and fluttering among the flowers, the swarm going back and forth like a highway with endless traffic, a small yellow plane going to and from the hive and the bouquet - and she. The dark face with a serene and unpretentious look, while the dimples at the corners of the mouth dipped out of his heart a sunny golden.

That person, like a flower

He is happy, he is with the diligent bees, with nature, he works with the light, with the earth to bathe in sunshine and wind and rain, he traces the pulse of the earth, along the latitude upwards to pursue with the spring that does not wither, he seems to be a messenger of history, with the breath of the forest, with actions to practice the shortest spell of nature, whenever I look up at his figure, I always think. "He is the happiest person in the world, right?" Yes, he lives with the loveliest creatures, too many virtues and poems can be added with them, but they do not want to or do not care, he is with nature, so to speak, they embody the hard work and forgetfulness is to support the bones of happiness and harmony in our world.

They are lonely, he is far from the city and even technology, brewing magnificence in the most ancient way, he is stranded outside the times, he pursues a kind of beauty that we have passed away in the octave of the forest. He uses the branches as the pen, the earth and dust as the paper, the earth veins as the grid, the seasons as the ink, and writes an ode to the harmony between man and nature. His appearance is a kind of beauty and a warning, when technology replaces poverty and backwardness and brings prosperity behind endless screws and drills, should we still pursue such prosperity? On the way to turn away from nature and aspire to happiness, think of your own warm homeland and the hometown with curling smoke ......

简评：In the author's writing, the flowers are beautiful, the bees are lovely, and the people are happy. The article uses a variety of descriptive methods and evocative language, showing the author's profound thinking about life.