Ji Xianlin's prose "Begonia Flower"

Ji Xianlin's Prose "Begonia Flower" No matter in study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with prose, right? Prose is not limited by time and space. When writing prose, most of the time it is inseparable from events. So, can you write prose? The following is Ji Xianlin's prose "Begonia Flower" carefully compiled by the editor. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone.

Ji Xianlin's Prose "Begonia Flower" Chapter 1 On the way to the research institute in the morning, I looked up and saw that Begonia flowers were blooming in the garden, blooming in a colorful cluster. This reminds me of the two crabapples in the yard of my hometown. Now I think it’s time to bloom. Although I like Begonia flowers, I seem to have no connection with Begonia flowers. Although there are two trees in my yard, if I search my memory for the scene when they bloomed, I can only find a few fragments. I remember one night I was playing with some friends on a high cliff south of my home. Looking north, I saw a patch of roofs with gaps crisscrossing them, which were streets. Although you can also imagine a sea of ??waves, it is very monotonous after all. But among the monotonous roofs, I suddenly saw the spiers of a tree with blooming flowers, as gorgeous as the sunset in the western sky. At that time, I was really indescribably happy, mixed with a little desire, eager to go under the tree and have a look. So I counted the gaps and finally discovered that they were the two crabapple trees in my home. I immediately ran down the cliff, returned home, and stood under the crabapple tree until the pale red flowers gradually faded into the dusk, leaving only a hazy pale white patch. But this happened only once. I spent the rest of the spring in Beijing. Beijing is an ancient capital city. There are many opportunities to enjoy flowers, but I rarely have this blessing. I only went to Zhongshan Park to see peonies and once to the Summer Palace to see magnolias. In addition, the same old friend ran through many narrow dusty streets to Chongxiao Temple to see peonies under the fierce sun; and because he went too late, he only saw the broken flowers everywhere. As for crabapples, not only are they rarely seen, it seems that even the temples famous for crabapples have never been heard of. Spring in Beijing is very short, almost nonexistent. It was still the end of winter at first, but strong winds blew for several days, and the trees all grew green leaves. The weather suddenly warmed up, and it was already summer. As soon as summer comes, I go back to my hometown again. The two crabapples in the yard are densely covered with large leaves, and it is difficult to recall that there were once blooming flowers on them. After dinner in the evening, I moved a chair and sat under the crabapple tree to enjoy the shade. Through the gaps in the leaves, I saw the gray sky with stars embedded in it. The spider web knotted in the middle of the eaves under the crabapple tree borrows the dim light of the stars and casts its shadow on the sky. Everything is so quiet. At this time, I often don't think about anything, just let sleep gently press on my brows. When I finally fall asleep and wake up again in the middle of the night, I often hear the thumping of crabapple leaves, and I know it's raining outside. It seems that there are not many summers like this. In the autumn of six years ago, when the leaves of the crabapple tree gradually turned light yellow, I left my hometown and came to Germany. In the blink of an eye, I have lived in this small town for so long. We live our lives every day, but we often don’t know how we live. I read this sentence in an article before: "We must live our lives carefully from now on." I felt the same way at the time, and felt that I should also live our lives carefully from now on. But after some time, when I think about it again, I still feel a bit elusive and don’t know how the days passed. It's even more true when it comes to Germany. I originally made up my mind to study in Germany with the spirit of an ascetic, so other than reading books every day, I seldom thought of anything else. But the actual situation does not allow me to do this. Moreover, my motherland comes to me from time to time, which makes me, a wanderer thousands of miles away, unable to calm down. In this way, my thoughts are struggling between fantasy and reality, between my motherland and a foreign land. I don’t know how, six years have passed in a flash. G?ttingen is a famous flower city. The first spring I came here, there were so many flowers here. Just surprised me. Every house and garden is filled with flowers. Colorful and brocade-like. But I never seem to notice that there are begonia flowers here. The reason is that at first I only saw flowers. Most of them can't name them. "Looking at the pain of flowers is the translation of Qin's name", so I won't translate it. Therefore, there is no distinction between flowers and flowers, it is just dazzling. But, like a miracle, I actually saw blooming crabapple flowers in someone's garden this morning. My heart skipped a beat. As if I had just woken up from a long sleep, I suddenly found that I had lived in this foreign town for six years. Homesickness weighed heavily on my heart and I couldn't get rid of it. On this beaten day of May, when my heart is filled with sorrow, there is such a strong nostalgia weighing on my heart, which is painful. At the same time, I cherish this bit of nostalgia and appreciate this bit of nostalgia. She made me think: I am a person with a hometown and a motherland. Although my hometown and motherland are far away, they are now close at hand. The further away I am from them, the closer they are to me. My motherland is in suffering, how much I want to see it! It seems that it is this begonia flower that calls the motherland to me, and I should be grateful to it. On the way home in the evening, I walked through the garden again to see the crabapple flowers. It is still the same as in the morning, blooming into a colorful ball.

It didn't seem to care about my mood at all. I stood under the tree for a long time, and when I raised my eyes, I saw the sunset glowing as red as crabapple flowers in the western sky.

Ji Xianlin's Prose "Begonia Flower" Chapter 2 Yesterday afternoon, I took my eldest son out for a walk. The sun shines warmly on my body, which is very pleasant. When I walked to the door of the village committee, a strong fragrance of flowers blew in my face, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath. I am very familiar with this long-lost fragrance. It is a tree of crabapple flowers, standing not far away on the west side of the highway. In the courtyard of the village committee, many trees are also planted in an orderly manner. Begonia flowers are blooming in a colorful ball, white with red inside, pink as haze, soft, soft, densely packed and layered, which is pleasing to the eye and brings a different spring to those who pass by. I am a nymphomaniac. I am very happy when I see apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, and all kinds of wild flowers with unknown names. I have never known what pollen allergy is. Whenever I encounter them, I will put my nose close to them, smell the fragrance of the flowers, and kiss the petals with my lips. It seems that at that moment, the flowers bloomed for me, and I came for the flowers. I'm just a libertine with uninhibited behavior. When I led my son into the gate of the village committee, the yard was quiet. Sitting side by side with my son on the stone steps, I slowly admired the blossoms of this tree. The warm aroma lingered around us, and I was so intoxicated that the people and the aroma seemed to merge into one, while I watched the petite and exquisite begonia flowers blooming on the tree. A breeze blows, the small jasper leaves are dancing, and the flowers are fluttering their sleeves, as if to welcome the arrival of our mother and son. Being able to sit next to my son in such a sea of ??flowers is a blessing I have earned over many lifetimes! Time seems to overflow in silence here, making me think a lot. My son is fifteen years old this year. When he was eight months old, a serious illness left him with cerebral palsy. He felt weak all over and had frequent epileptic seizures. I took him to various major hospitals, and finally a kind-hearted expert told me: "Go home and take care of yourself slowly. It is not easy for rural people to make money! This disease has not yet been conquered, and there is really no good way!" My heart is bleeding, and I have no way to restore him to health. I can only accompany him slowly and take good care of him! He is not fully able to take care of himself now, but he can walk with me, and he can even call me mom and ask for water. everyday language. When the weather is fine, I will accompany him to go out to bask in the sun, watch cars on the roadside, go for a walk in the square, and sometimes go to Gougou Chacha to enjoy the fragrance of nature's grass. Listen to the chirping of birds, the singing of frogs, and watch the flowers bloom and fall. Wherever there is a beautiful scene, I want him to enjoy it. But sometimes I hear a lot of whispers: "What's the use of taking care of a son like that every day? He doesn't know anything, he's just a freeloader!" "Oh! If only I'd be exhausted!" "What life is that? "What a shame, I gave birth to a son like that." I would cry quietly and quickly take my son away from those talkative women! I didn't want my child to be harmed that he shouldn't have. As long as he is alive and looks at the sun with me, I will be satisfied. I failed to give him a healthy body. No matter how humble my life is, as long as he lives, I will be happy! I just want to accompany my son to wander around the world, travel around the world with my son, and see the simplest scenery with my son! See My son saw these begonia flowers blooming with a smile on his face. In fact, I wanted to tell him in a language he could understand: "It's sunny today and the flowers are blooming gorgeously. Tomorrow the weather may change suddenly, or it may be stormy. This day The flowers on the tree may disappear, and no one may appreciate it, living as humblely as we do. "The crabapple flowers will fall, and the trees will be full of fresh fruits after autumn, but in this fruit-rich society, crabapple fruits may not." It has become a delicacy in people's mouth, but no matter what, the crabapple tree has not given up growing. Try to bloom the flowers this season!" The crabapple flowers bloom, my heart is flying, and my thoughts are endless. There are often unsatisfactory things in life. Happy people are not without pain, but they have cultivated a strong heart and are not affected by pain. With a strong heart, life does not play tricks on you, but you control life.

I will treat impermanence as normal, and I will continue to look for the direction of my own existence, blooming my own fragrance like the begonia flowers in this tree!