Lilac Blossoms

I am walking on the road, memory is the only luggage. ——Western proverb lilac blossoms When I was a child, I used to stay at my grandma's house. I had grown up inadvertently by pulling on the corner of my grandma's clothes. The past had passed away like a fleeting cloud of smoke, but what lingered in my memory was the lilac flower. During those days when even the sky was bright and clear, my grandma smiled and said that an ordinary little thing like lilac is also a kind of life. Looking at it, you will understand a different kind of life journey. So I guarded a piece of flower and it grew up day by day. After loosening the soil, planting seeds, watering, and fertilizing, it finally sprouted, just like a baby waiting to be fed. It faced the first ray of dawn and embarked on the journey with infinite joy and hope. Enjoy the sunshine and dew, accept the baptism of wind and rain, and a new life begins to bet on youth and experience all kinds of things in the world. The leaves are growing, the little lilac is growing quietly and contentedly: not sad for suffering, not happy for favor; not envious of the fertile spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, not extravagantly hoping for the warmth and comfort of the greenhouse; not foolish enough to want to push back the seedlings to encourage others to take credit, not so decadent as to give up because of setbacks. It understands that those who are content will always be happy, and enjoy every day happily. Once it comes, make peace with it, do what you should do, and get what you deserve. The rest are things outside the body. Adding too many things to one body will hinder progress. Seeing too many colorful flowers, elegance and simplicity is also a kind of scenery; I am used to seeing the busy traffic, and feeling the breeze and the bright moon can also broaden my mind. Looking at the clusters of flowers and the silently scattered lilacs around me, I suddenly felt a kind of open-mindedness without any intention of competition, which made people feel that the sea and the sky were vast and contented. Lilac gives so much more than that. Due to my child's naughty nature, I mischievously didn't water the plant for a few days, and the lilac began to wither. I held it gently, feeling a deep self-blame in my heart, thinking that God shouldn't inflict too many hardships on such an ordinary life. Grandma stood in the sunshine and guessed my thoughts. She said that there are always unexpected setbacks in life, some are lurking quietly, and some come suddenly. Survival is not easy. You have to find a way to survive. It is impossible for anyone - even your parents - to take care of you throughout your life. In the long and lonely journey of life, everyone is eager to get help. Help, someone helps you, making you lucky; no one helps you, it is a fair fate, no one should do anything for you, because life is your own, you have to be responsible for yourself, so there is no need to blame yourself for Lilac's grievance, this is a test for it, and it can survive it. I have forgotten many of my grandmother's words. I only remember that Ding Xiang really got better day by day and seemed to be stronger than before. Maybe suffering can inspire the courage to live! I wander among the lilac bushes every day and never tire of it. They grow happily, and I am silly and happy, as if happiness can be contagious and happiness can be given. There are things that exist every day that you don't care about, and it is precisely behind these indifferences that may be the source you are looking for. For example, the sunlight shining on lilacs, the fragrance of flowers in the air, the floral handkerchiefs of childhood, or the mood of watching the sea. Don't hope for something that is far away and unrealistic, and don't try your best to hold on to something that doesn't belong to you. Know how to be grateful and satisfied, and when you receive what is in front of you, you will find that you already own the entire sky. My lilac has a doomed fate. Maybe God made a joke, maybe it was the inevitable result of fate. The house was demolished, the flower beds were rebuilt, and the lilacs that were about to bloom had to be transplanted. Watching them being uprooted, they still cling to the land they rely on for survival. After all, this is their familiar environment, the land that raised them! I hugged them tightly, feeling the heart-wrenching pain of leaving my hometown and wandering, just like my mother's state of mind when she left me thousands of miles away and walked alone with her small footprints. With tears shed, I carefully cared for these scarred lives, fearing that they would be hurt again, and praying that they could survive as calmly as I did. There are always many surprises in life. When fate forces you to let go, don't hold on to the ground under your feet. Otherwise, the roots and stems will be broken. Maybe giving up is the wisest thing to have. When you are unable to change the environment, then change your state of mind and accept it calmly! Although I tried my best to take care of them, most of the lilacs were lost. In addition to regret, I also felt indescribable sadness. Yesterday it was still in bud, but today it has lost all its moisture and is dying - life is so fragile and vulnerable! I think in this sense, human beings are not much better. A quarter of an hour ago, when they were talking and laughing, and the familiar voice was still ringing in their ears, maybe at this moment, the person has fallen and disappeared forever in this time. What should come has come, what should go has gone, the world is still peaceful, people are still in a hurry, one more is not more, one less is not less, as if one life is not worth much. I have the courage to live, but I cannot bear death so easily, let alone accept life being ignored so easily. Therefore, while we secretly vow to make this one-time life of ours worth living, we should also be grateful that we have been able to spend so many years safely without being hit by a car or dying from an illness. It is a great blessing to be able to live safely. I am no longer sad for the dead Ding Xiang. I only hope that those who survive can continue to live bravely. There are too many sufferings in the world that are borne by relatives. Living for relatives is equally significant and obligatory. On a sunny day, the lilac finally bloomed. After heavy winds, heavy rains, and catastrophic disasters, the first flower finally bloomed, a thin and pitiful flower. But I am still very touched, this is the smile of success! I sympathized with its plight and admired its courage. I also saw the extraordinary experience under an ordinary appearance. Therefore, this ordinary little flower has been given an unusual meaning, as Zhang Jie said: "As long as I live seriously and pay without guilt, others have no right to ridicule me as a fool who cannot make ends meet, and they do not have to use his standards to measure whether I am worthy or not." ——Read Lilac and read a kind of life. It is the season of lilacs blooming again. I have grown up and my grandmother has passed away long ago, but the story of lilacs will never be forgotten - because lilacs have given me much more than that... _