The title of this poem for the teacher is The Last Carnation.

Mom didn't forget to tell me one thing when she left.

"Mother's Day is coming, remember to send flowers, and remember to send them every year. Don't forget! "

I nodded and understood what my mother said. She asked me to give flowers to a woman named Ding Sufen.

Not our relatives, nor our good friends, nor our frequent visitors. I really don't know why my mother is so persistent and remembers to send flowers to an irrelevant person when she comes to the end of her life.

It is said that there is a generation gap between our young people and our elders. In fact, the generation gap is not caused by the older generation. It's so strange and unreasonable that we can't even tell what we do. How can we innovate when we always wear the same bunch of flowers?

Sister Qin, who has worked as a helper in our store for a long time, said that sending flowers to Ding Sufen started when we were very young. My mother used to take care of all the flower shops. I heard that one day a girl came to order flowers just to give them to this woman named Ding Sufen. From then on, my mother began to send flowers every year, although the girl never appeared again, although the girl only paid once.

Mom used to be a shopkeeper, of course, she can send flowers to people she likes. Even if she didn't receive the money, it's anyone's business, but now ...

I took over the flower shop because my mother was in poor health.

For 20 years, my mother has always insisted on keeping her word and never asked for the reform and renewal of the flower shop. Of course, my mother's skill in arranging flowers is first-class, which can keep old customers at a distance, but it can't attract new customers. Sometimes the big guests sent by the hotel clearly come, just because the store can't come up with a decent catalogue, the customers shake their heads and leave.

I don't want our flower shop to be listed as an antique exhibition hall by the tourism bureau one day. I will not only redecorate, but also abolish many human habits that my mother has always left behind. Old customers enjoy special discounts, including his family and friends, how much money a bunch of flowers can earn, how many times a customer can order flowers a year, and they have to withhold each other. It seems that we owe someone a favor, and even attach a bunch of beautiful flowers and a flower basket, except capital! They are not poor, just greedy, especially when they see such a stupid woman as mom, everyone is not free! And sending flowers to that Ding Sufen for nothing. I don't think I should continue, although I promised my mother I would do it.

Qin Jie looked at my "big change" with a face of panic and a look of not knowing what to do. I know that if she were my mother, she would look as pale as before.

"Are you really not going to send flowers to that Ding Sufen?"

"The flower shop is open for business. You will be unemployed if you don't make money! "

"... what are you going to tell your mother? "

"I am willing to redevelop her flower shop. She should be happy!"

"But ... your mother ... wants to like it ... not now ..."

Qin Jie looked around the brand-new flower shop and stammered that everything familiar seemed strange.

I can understand Sister Qin's reaction. The previous generation always clung to the old things.

"Even if you don't send it in the future ... you should do it for the last time. You are used to collecting flowers every year. It would be strange if suddenly no one came. At least tell others clearly, don't wait any longer! "

This is not unreasonable. At least meet a woman who can attract my mother to send flowers and let her know that my mother is gone. This tradition is coming to an end.

Carnations are tied by Qin's sister, lavender forget-me-not, white stars all over the sky, a bunch, just as beautiful.

On Mother's Day, I almost traveled all over Singapore and finally came to Ding Sufen's home.

The sunset has dissolved in the clouds.

Hardly had I pressed the doorbell when there came the sound of knocking things over.

An old woman with a hunchback and white hair opened the door.

I thought the other person would be surprised to see me. My mother comes every year, and this year she has changed.

I didn't expect that she didn't respond at all and smiled at me.

"There you are. Come in! " The words are full of excitement and excitement that are eagerly awaited.

"You come early every time. I made your favorite jasmine tea, and now it's cold ..." The old woman "walked" to the table and picked up the teapot. "I'll heat it up, soon, soon ..."

I finally saw a pair of eyes that couldn't turn and died.

No wonder she didn't respond when she saw me

"Thank you, there is no need. Are you Ms. Ding Sufen? "

The old woman was shocked, holding the teapot tightly in her hand and froze in place.

"My mother has left, so I'll help her send flowers for the last time!" I stepped forward and handed the flowers.

She took the flower excitedly and stroked it gently.

"The last carnation? ..... ok, thank you. "

She nodded, smiled and sniffed the flowers close to her nose, and the wrinkles on her face suddenly filled with loss. ...

Twenty years ago, a girl ordered a bunch of flowers to surprise her mother on Mother's Day, but on her way home, an careless knight took her young life.

"Do you know that every year, I insist on living for this bunch of flowers!"

It never occurred to me that just a bunch of ordinary flowers could save the life of a mother who was desperate and cried her eyes blind because of excessive sadness.

I really don't know, mom.

Back to the flower shop, jean elder sister didn't go, nervously asked me:

"I sent the flowers. I made it clear to others that I wouldn't send them later?"

I looked at Sister Chin.

"Send, send later, send every day, carnation forever!"