Those Bonsai in My House

From 1995 to 2025, an ordinary employee family in Nankai District, Tianjin has gone through thirty years. Li Jianguo became a senior operator before the millennium and retired in 2021; his wife Zhang Guilan retired safely in 2012. Two generations of elders, a pair of children, and two heirloom bonsais are accompanied by ups and downs in their lives. The "evergreen" Buddha belly bamboo carries the forbearance of the men of the Li family, and the "rice fragrance" of Milan hides the tenderness of generations of women. Later, an orange tree was added to the home, and the three pots of green plants moved with the family several times, including the old residential building, a rental house, and my sister's house, and finally settled on the universal wheel flower stand on the floor-to-ceiling window balcony of the new community. Old houses are replaced, relatives are separated, and people stay home due to the epidemic. Life problems come one after another. The family was noisy but always supported each other. The old man lost his memory in his later years and could only recognize bonsai. In the first month of 2008, my mother passed away. All the details of my sadness were hidden in the shadows of the fragrant flowers and bamboos. Years have passed, and the rebellious son has grown up and planted bamboo seedlings to be passed down from generation to generation. There are no earth-shattering legends, only three meals and four seasons for ordinary people in Jinmen. The place where the bonsai is placed is home, and the company of fireworks is a stable life.