对花赶着要买几盆花,偏是连日阴雨。雨阻断了我买花的路,买花的心愿却在心泥里一日一日拱出了土。其实一直都不是种花的主。年少的时候,屡屡买过几盆将要盛开的花,它们先是绿成风景,后来拘泥僵硬,最后竟枯萎得留不住一只蚂蚁。也曾兴冲冲地刨土种花,那种子日渐破土,是充足的底肥,亦或是青春的躁动,那花倒也长得枝肥叶茂,待到开花却小如灯芯。如此这般,种花的心情日渐凉薄,耐心终变成一张薄纸。种花的念头且行且缓,最后深陷泥土,变成寂然。虽然我是那么地爱它们。 Rush to buy a few potted flowers, partial day rainy. Rain blocked me the way to buy flowers, the desire to buy flowers in the heart of mud day arch. In fact, it is not always the planter of flowers. When young, often bought a few pots to be blooming flowers, they first green into the landscape, and later rigid and rigid, the last actually wither unable to retain an ant. Also excitedly planed soil, that seed is getting better and more soil, is sufficient enough fertilizer, or youth agitation, that flower is also grown to grow, until the flowering is as small as the wick. So, the mood of growing flowers is becoming cooler and thinner, patiently turning into a tissue. The idea of ​​planting flowers and slow, and finally deep into the soil, into silence. Although I love them so much.