Meet such as first look back is a life

Morning dew Xiao Feng, knock to wake up the deep dream in the curtain. On windowsill, last night the jasmine of bud, Ying Ying light bursts the charm of its simple but elegant elegance. Green leaf, white flower, faint sweet, the bone of Qing Ling, so high and clean vegetation, unexpectedly need not do, put in windowsill, or place indoors, arrived the season that belongs to her, bloom as scheduled, fragrant and pleasant.

I feel sorry for the dewy jasmine. Pick a bowl of blue and white porcelain, enough to nourish a day of leisure. Some people say that the people who love flowers should have precious little flowers, why destroy her youth, do not let her grow old. In the past, I could not bear to accept it, but later I knew that jasmine flower is short, and she would like to keep the most beautiful years for the precious people in the world.

So every morning, push the window to pick jasmine, if delayed for a day, yesterday's flowers wither yellow, beauty old. Picked jasmine, or hairpin in the bun, add beauty; Or take the spring bubble, fragrant clear; Or immersed in wine and buried with the years. It can also be dried in the moonlight and sealed in the altar for later cooking.

My fondness for Molly stems from childhood memories. Grandma's garden, planted some flowers and trees, spring peach autumn chrysanthemum, summer lotus winter plum, of course, and her favorite jasmine. Jasmine flower season is very long, from late spring to late autumn, these days, jasmine blossom leisurely, never interrupted. The jasmine planted by my grandmother has luxuriant leaves and petals like snow. Every morning and evening, the faint fragrance of jasmine wafts across the white wall of Daiwa, diffusing to the whole village.

I still remember that grandma cleaned the courtyard in the morning, picking jasmine basket, bubble on a jasmine tea, sitting in front of the court on a few stones. Thread a needle, string up the jasmine bracelet, to their own little girl to wear, if there is excess, then send with neighbors. During those summers, my grandmother wore a single jasmine in her hair every day, but it still couldn't hide her new white hair.

The old woman in the countryside, this did not wear the habit of flowers, but jasmine and pink peach different, not gorgeous, not publicity. Don't a jasmine, regardless of age, just to decorate the mood, and that intriguing light incense. Later think of Liu Grandma tour Grand view garden, once said that she was also romantic when young, love some flowers, with some powder. And grandmother also has this feeling bowel, imagine every woman, cherish their own appearance, and willing to spend a lifetime together.

When I was young, my grandmother always told me that she was a rich girl and a big family in the village. Ancestral house built, Fuze younger generation, pavilions and pavilions, corridors and waterside pavilions, stacked mountains. And in the garden, flowers and trees into the shade, folding flower cuttings, wearing hairpins, became the most beautiful memories of her girlhood. My great-grandfather also cut trees and watched birds and fish every day.

Those idle time, by the tide of The Times, gone forever. Grandmother married the farmhouse of neighboring village, a few green tiles, a few mu thin field, she from daughter young lady, became ordinary woman. Her dowry included a pair of red embroidered shoes and several jasmine plants planted by her great-grandfather. The man who opened the red cover will begin the unknown story with her life.

Fortunately, my grandfather is a scholar, accompanied by farmland, life did not change the fate of its rural husband. But always in the dead of night, candle reading, and the young grandmother, for her red sleeves add incense. Sometimes, bubble on a jasmine tea, sitting by his side, cut clothes sewing shirt, a total of guarding the morning glow.

Grandpa loved wine, tea and friends all his life. Every year, several jars of good wine were brewed from the grain of the family. When they arose, they would invite several adjacent urns to drink and chat in the courtyard. The moon is clear in the countryside, and the jasmine flowers are in bloom. Dexterous grandmother, cook to do a few farm dishes, although not meat, it is the delicacy of the wine. The most unique dish is jasmine scrambled eggs. Fresh jasmine picked in the day, wash with well water, beat a few eggs, and cook together, delicious fragrance, endless aftertaste.

Grandmother homemade jasmine wine, jasmine tea, a time known far and wide. There was a shop owner in the town, attracted to come, ask the secret recipe, was rebuffed by the grandmother. In fact, brewing flower wine, flower tea is just a state of mind, there is no secret recipe, also do not need capital. Their own planted food, tea, flowers and trees, cleverly compatible, then gave birth to elegance.

The grandmother OF BENEVOLENCE and generosity, TO weekDAY THE peddler THAT WALKS street to LANE, OR THE entertainER OF RIVER'S LAKE OF FAR and WIDE, ALWAYS MEETING GALLANTLY STAY GUEST. Although it is a simple meal, but gave them the wind and sleep rough, infinite warmth. Think of it, Grandma's charity, are planted good causes. Now she was ninety years old, and the past had been forgotten. The red embroidered shoes also do not know the whereabouts, leaving only a few trees jasmine, open and close every year, do not say goodbye.

The time I spend with my grandmother is getting shorter and shorter. Every year to see the jasmine blossom, we know our fate, has been thin as a spring dream. Grandma no longer folds the jasmine hairpins. Her hair at the temples is as white as Jasmine's. Past only feel time is too slow, my world, always cannot leave that small village. Now I wander the horizon for many years, only to know that the years urge people old, those who have been away for a long time, are no longer young.

Every time I leave my grandmother, she always takes my hand and says a few precious words. She said she was in danger, and my life, like the window of jasmine, open a season, will come again. I was speechless, turned to wipe my tears, let her look at my back, gradually away.

Also ONCE HAD JASMINE for clothes, lotus for the beautiful day of clothes, just as age, lost in those days mood. Grandma tried to go through her long life, in the end, she met people, are just passing through. She once said to me, this world, has not let her miss the personnel. She is not indifferent, is really old without strength, and then to anyone to pay emotion.

She won't say it, but I get it. All the tears of her life were given to her uncle who died young. If you can really before her death, delete the memory, whether happy, or sad, should definitely forget. In this way, it will be a blessing and will not waste this lifetime of good practice. In the meantime, the deleted memories include me, and Molly, whom she loved all her life.

All these years, wherever I was, wherever I lived, jasmine was grown. She had accompanied me through the youth, and with me the world migration, and now with me in an old courtyard south of the Yangtze River. Maybe this is not my final destination, I will meet the fate of circulation one day, but Jasmine will also be with me, love is long. In many boundless days, comfort me lonely.

At this time, the rain falls at dusk, jasmine fragrance. Listen to a "Jasmine flower", distant as the stream of zheng song, light and soft, let the heart peace. This midsummer, originally need such cool and refreshing state of mind. Jasmine IN THE RAIN reminds me OF THE old courtyard, wearing a plain shirt, sitting on the stone wearing jasmine. It was the early years of the grandmother, although I have never experienced her young appearance, want to be the end of the natural elegance, chastity and beauty.

A few years ago, I learned that jasmine is originally a Lingshan fairy from the Buddhist country of India. My love for her is a little more Zen. Jasmine and I are bound by a Buddhist bond, and so is my grandmother. Only wish her in a few days, can be calm like water, that is years to give her, the best kindness.

Remember Yao Shuyao of the Song Dynasty, fill in a tie down of jasmine. "Gifted fairy, jade bone ice muscle. Xiang Yanwei, play the girl alone. Light and elegant light, the first fragrant boudoir. Is water palace fairy, moon palace son, Han imperial concubine. Qing Kua Shan Bu, yun Sheng Cha. Xiao Jiangmei, the snow opened late. Fragrant wind light, green leaves soft branches. It is always suitable for a king to pick and a beauty to wear."

My lifelong illiterate grandmother, perhaps do not know what words are, also do not understand the feelings. But Molly doesn't care. She cherishes anyone who cherishes flowers. In each cool morning and evening, let you pick affectionately, hairpin in a bun. It always suits a fair woman.