Early summer.
"Eh? What kind of flower is this?" Bai Yunchu was wandering in the back garden of Ye Zhi IKEA when he happened to meet a butterfly resting among the flowers. He remembered that the last time he came here, there was still an open space here, and I don't know when there was a bunch of flowers. This flower cluster occupies a small area and is far away from other flowers.
The leaves are blue-green, the pedicels are short and flat, the flower buds are gyro-shaped, and the flower cover is very thick. Under the light, the crystal clear blue of this flower gives people a refreshing and unforgettable feeling.
So Bai Yunchu couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Ye Zhiyi came over and said: "This is Eucalyptus globulus, Angalipod. (French homophonic name)"
The flower language of eucalyptus is loneliness and loneliness, but Bai Yunchu didn't know that. She asked again: "Why did you suddenly plant this flower? It's so troublesome to grow it."
Eucalyptus globulus is really difficult to grow. After listening, Ye Zhiyi glanced at her, then walked back with the flower pot, and answered her as he walked: "Plant this to dispel wind, relieve fever, inhibit bacteria and reduce inflammation."
Bai Yunchu hadn't recovered yet, and then chased Ye Zhiyi and asked: "You plant flowers to relieve the fever? Are you okay..."
There is a sentence in the collection of poems "Birds" by Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore: Eucalyptus globulus has met its release. The locust bird does not love anything but you. Relief comes and goes with no return date. Dreams have dispersed like floating clouds. I would like to be the eucalyptus.
It's just that there is more than one blue gum and more than one locust bird.
Intention: The wind has an appointment, the flowers are not missed, and every year is not missed.
