Care for a flower quietly

Anthony said in his picture book: "When we hate a flower, we pick her off, and when we like a flower, we also pick her off." These few words actually led to a quiet epiphany in quiet reverie.

Have we inadvertently disturbed the beauty that we cherish the most?

Appreciation without interruption is the real cherishment from the bottom of my heart. It is not to pick the fragrance of the whole bud for the sake of smelling the fragrance of a flower, and not to disturb the tranquility and safety in order to appreciate the beauty of the butterfly. It is the attitude of the true admirer: quiet, silent, not touching, staying outside, just willing to caress with a distant gaze, even just whispering in the bottom of my heart.

Zhang Xiaofeng once recorded in his prose: Passing by a friend's house, while visiting and chatting, she caught a glimpse of an evening flower in a corner of the house. She silently stubbornly shook away the thick green of iron trees. I asked a friend who knew that this was a species that came across the ocean, stubbornly observing the jet lag in the place of birth, and only willing to bloom during the day. No matter what method the friend tried, she would never again bloom that raw jade. The buds are as pure and transparent. While Zhang Xiaofeng respected this stubborn flower, he deeply regretted her fate. No matter how much care and cultivation, how many words of praise for her dignified and beautiful appearance, can not nourish her stubborn root system that has left the original soil, nor can it make her bloom the most primitive and original beauty.

Let beauty return to her original environment, to bloom the brilliance that belongs to her wantonly, don't let your appreciation affect her blooming.

When I read in my spare time, I love Kawabata Yasunari's sentence: "At four o'clock in the morning, watch the begonia flowers not sleeping." What a gentle and pious mentality is that. An old man, sitting in his cloak in the morning light, silently watched the flowers in his sleep in the window, without interruption, no stepping forward to pick them up, and no film recording the appearance of the flowers in light sleep. He is willing to sacrifice his sleep time to take care of the blooming of the natural beauty of the other side. This is even more a kind of respect, speechless, but immersed in the early morning light, reminding us that there is one flower and one grass in nature, one insect and one insect. Birds are stubborn and beautiful creatures. With respect and cherishment, to appreciate and "accommodate" them can they appreciate the most natural and beautiful touch.

Butterflies live quietly in the dark. Don't disturb them with the light of candles. The blooming of flowers is natural and peaceful, don't disturb them with the flash of the camera. I want to tell every flower-watcher who walks in a hurry, lighter, slower, just look at it from a distance, don't let your shadow block the sunlight of which petal.