Blue elf

"How much is the flower of the night, how much is the flower?" Last night, the rain poured, and I wondered how many flowers were "blowing into the north wind."

In the early morning, I went to the balcony to clean up the mess. Looking at the land, I feel helpless - those flowers that bloomed in the branches a few days ago, today became a real residual flower. Their delicate petals were ruthlessly scraped on the ground, splashed with a layer of mud, and only the bare branches were isolated.

Sweep away the petals scattered on the ground and pour them into the bucket.

"The breeze laughs, and it makes you lonely." The wind breeze passed by, but although it was not so biting, it added a helpless and desolation to the balcony.

When I was about to finish the work, a touch of light blue not far away attracted my attention, and I had a thought in my mind - go there and see!

Closer, closer. I took a closer look and turned out to be a few unknown flowers. The petals of the small flowers are quiet and pale blue, and the edges of the petals are slightly white, and the whole flower is fresh and hibiscus-like. The flower is delicate and yellowish. This bright yellow has a good embellishment. Look, the color of the whole flower has become lively. Put the tip of the nose close together, and a faint scent of fragrance will spread in the air.

Although there is no peony, it is not as beautiful as Manzhu Shahua, but it is not as pure and holy as the narcissus. However, these small flowers are beautiful and elegant, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"Right, last night's heavy rain poured, hundreds of flowers have faded. How can this small flower survive?" I once again looked at the small flowers - the flowers of the pale blue petals are still stained with dry rain, crystal clear . Its soft stems are struggling with flowers, and some are crumbling. I have such a scene in my mind -

Quiet night, the evening breeze. The flowers are swaying and intoxicated. They did not pay attention to the dangers coming.

Lightning spit white letters disappeared into the sky. Thunder is a big hit, and the world is discolored. The raindrops of the size of the beans smashed on the stones, and the rosary that broke off the ground was opened. The delicate petals of the flowers were ruthlessly knocked down. The wind is the accomplice of the rain. It glared at the scorpion as if to devour everything. The flowers are dying, but those unnamed flowers have no fear. The raindrops blurred their view, and the wind almost overturned their thin bodies. They hoeed their heads, shaken the raindrops on their bodies, and continued to fight against the wind and rain...

"The peaches and plums in the city are windy and rainy, and the spring is in the head of the leeches." The wildflowers in the head of the field are a little bit, and they are in full bloom in the wind and rain, so spring belongs to them. The beauty of wildflowers is not only a kind of small family jasper, fresh and elegant beauty, it also represents a spirit of not afraid of the wind and rain, tenacity. Ordinary things often have tenacious vitality, and life is becoming beautiful because of unyielding.

I quietly left, leaving only the faint blue to enrich the loneliness of the balcony...

Postscript: Light blue figure, if only one elf, filled with the emptiness of the balcony. In the floating moonlight, the flowers swelled out a faint blue, and a loneliness and a loneliness bloomed in a lonely way. The fireflies rose and fell, smashing countless stars.

First day: Xiong Jieyu