No matter how big the world is, it is just a small courtyard with flowers.

Source | Who is the most Chinese (ID: shuizuizhongguo1)

When the flowers are blooming

I think of an old thing: < /p>

I went back to my hometown in April one year

The winter fruit tree in the yard was in full bloom

The trees and the sky were filled with white snow

Mother She came out of the house after hearing the sound

The sunlight filtered through the dense layers of flowers

and fell on her body

At that moment, time suddenly stopped

For many years

Every April when the flowers bloom

I will think of that year

Mother and spring amazed the whole yard

< p> Although the tree was cut down later

But I know

Whenever I go home

my mother will always learn from a flowering tree in April Come down

With a loving smile

Welcome me home

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Mother loves flowers

This is an undoubted fact

Outside the yard

Planting around Full of fruit trees

Every spring

The Qingming Festival becomes more fragrant

Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms bloom one after another

Spring breeze Swinging, falling flowers are colorful

One year I went to school

I learned Tao Yuanming's poem "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"

After returning home

Pulling my mother Go for a walk under the flowering trees

Recite two of the sentences to her:

Behind the eaves of the elm and willow shade, in front of the hall of peaches and plums.

After hearing this, my mother looked at the flowers and trees

and smiled while stroking my head

She was not a poet

but she let me My ignorant childhood is full of poetry

It taught me how to recognize the beauty of the world when I grow up

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In the yard

Create a piece of land

My mother planted a low fence to form a garden

Planted a few poles of green bamboo and a few clusters of autumn chrysanthemums

From Qingming to Frost

The flowers and plants in the yard

Know all the secrets of our family

Know how the warm sun rises in spring

Enter my window lattice

Print the pattern of the flower window on the blue bricks in the house

Countless transparent dust in the beam of light

Never tire of Playful and tumbling

Knowing about summer

How my mother quietly bent over the table

Sitting in the room and writing seriously to my father far away

The cool breeze ruffled her pages

Those gentle words

Illuminating her face amid the chirping of cicadas

Before and after the frost, autumn chrysanthemums filled the air Open

On a night when the sky is as cool as water

The proud fragrance has its own kind of romance

Eggplant flower

Cucumber flowers

In the gap between the garden in the courtyard

Mother set up the frame again

Plant all kinds of common vegetables

Cultivate them carefully throughout the spring

You can eat fresh vegetables in summer and autumn

Because you know Mother has put in so much hard and long effort in the land

So when eating

those vegetables are particularly fragrant

The most wonderful time of the year

passed by in such fine chewing

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After the autumn chrysanthemums bloom

Those bamboo poles are still green

The shelves of vegetables

are withering in the bleak autumn wind.

But there is also a different style

Many years later

When the people around you are trapped in the chaos of life and work

When I am leisurely, I always think of my yard at home

Thinking of my mother’s garden

It is my mother’s simple and small garden

that taught me a truth:

People who truly understand life

In fact, they can balance poetry and fireworks with ease

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< p> Dickinson said:

Beauty is not artificially created

Beauty is inherent

My mother’s life was ordinary

but she Countless beauties

Carefully brewed into every detail

Presented to me in the most natural and authentic way

In the process of growing up, beauty is so moving< /p>

When I grew up, I always thought:

In fact, my mother is the most beautiful flower in the family

She gave her own flowers

The fruits and vegetables were given to the bamboos and chrysanthemums

They were given to the yard and to my childhood

She completed the human race with the beauty of a mother

The teachings that were immersed in my eyes and ears

Her yard, which was always full of flowers

, settled my body

and also settled my soul

So After many years

I finally gradually understood

No matter how big the world is, it is just a yard