When the last orchid withered

Carry forward the national orchid culture and spread the knowledge of orchids

Along the open road, there are fewer and fewer people, and there are two or three figures waiting tirelessly beside the lonely telephone. With my phone card in my hand, I turned upside down as if I were shaking the machine of time. I looked up at the northwest sky. A meteor suddenly disappeared. "another person has left this world," I thought. I can't help but see that orchid in front of my eyes.

That spring, I sat at my desk with a pen in one hand and my cheek in the other, gazing out of the window at a sunny world with birds singing and flowers smelling. It is a big garden with all kinds of flowers: luxurious peonies, prickly roses, delicate lilacs, pure jasmine. The plants were in full bloom, and a gust of wind came, and from time to time they sent bursts of fragrance into my study. However, I just watch every day and never have the courage to pick it, even if it is not a flower but just a leaf.

That day, a gardener came here, he brought many new varieties, new types; peony, rose, all over the sky, carnations, one by one, the gardener transplanted them into the garden. When there was only the last one left, the gardener carried it around, picked a place, and finally came to my window. "well, it's a nice place, sunny and hydrated, and it's planted here." "the gardener said to himself." Excuse me, what kind of flower is this? I asked curiously. "Orchid, the only orchid in the garden." "Oh, it's an orchid. I looked at it. The tall, slender branches, the green leaves growing symmetrically on it, the top of the branches, and the only bone flower that had just grown, were flawless. As a result, the orchid settled in front of my window, so I had another worry in my heart.

Every day, I water the orchid, weed the grass, remove the old leaves from the branches, and the flower is getting fuller and fuller, as if with aura. Whenever I stare at it in front of the writing desk, it shakes gently, and it seems to have the fragrance of orchids in my study. The days passed and finally, on a day at the turn of spring and summer, the orchid, the only orchid, opened its smiling face to me-- blooming, white and crystal petals, gently stretching out, although it was not fragrant, it was pure enough to make it stand proud and fragrant, no matter peony, peony, or jasmine, all lost its color in front of it, in my heart, it appeared from the moment It occupies my whole body and mind forever, in my heart, it is unparalleled. Looking at the orchid, I smiled, and my painstaking efforts finally came to fruition, but in an instant, tears had wet the crystal petals-I did not expect that the result would be so difficult.

The following days, perhaps the happiest in my life, look at that orchid every day. I can't see enough. It seems to be an indispensable part of my life, because it is the crystallization of my hard work and sweat. That orchid, in the garden of spring, shows me the purity, crystal, simplicity and flawlessness that only it retains. It has all the advantages that belong to flowers in the world, but it is not spoiled, not gaudy, not heavily made-up, leaving only a white dress, a touch of fragrance, an innocence, and these are enough.

However, the good times are always so short. When the admission letter from a university was sent to me, I had to pack my bags and get ready to walk into another noisy world. In the remaining limited days, I watched it every day, looking and looking, as if to keep every part of it in mind. That day, I finally have to go, early in the morning, I went to see the orchid for the last time, although it was late summer and early autumn, the orchid greeted it with dew and showed me its most beautiful face, Yingying dewdrops, as if its tears, green branches and leaves, with intoxicating fragrance. I could not help but hold it, and kissed it on the cheek for the first and last time in my life. I felt that the dew was salty. When I turned around and was about to leave, a gust of wind blew, I looked back and saw the orchid, a piece of crystal petals had fallen in the wind.

In the future, I spent the rest of my life in the hustle and bustle of the university. However, I can never forget the orchid. I always write home and say: don't forget, take care of that orchid for me.

In October, when I finally had a few days' holiday, I hurried home from school. The first thing I did was to see the orchid. However, when I approached the garden again, everything had changed: there were still a few branches in the garden, but the orchid left only white petals, but the branches had withered. "the day after you left, it began to wither. It didn't drop the last petal until yesterday, as if it were waiting for you to come back. In fact, the flower branch is already dead, and I can't water it." Mother said softly behind me.

I am speechless, want to cry but can not make a sound, only silent tears in the face, dripping, falling on the crystal petals. I wish this lovely orchid could come back to life under the infiltration of my tears. If it can live again, I would rather dry my tears, but I know that nothing will help. I blankly guarded the long-withered orchid, from sunset to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, as if guarding my own life. When I woke up again, I was already in a hospital bed, surrounded by anxious family members. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly, only to find that on the cupboard at the head of the bed, there was a flawless "heart" made by my sister with the fallen orchid petals, and tears blurred my eyes again. Once again, I clearly realized that the only orchid in my heart has really withered. When the last orchid withered, two hearts in the world were broken at the same time.

The orchid has been gone for nearly a year, but I can't forget it anyway. I remember such a story: a prince on a certain planet raised the only rose on that planet, and he took good care of it, so he made the rose develop a very bad temper. When one day the little prince could no longer stand the bossing of roses, he came to the earth, where he saw a rose in a large flower bed, but it was not as beautiful as the one he raised. Because after all, he spent love and painstaking efforts on the only rose. For myself, although unlike the little prince, I also know that there are many orchids in the world and many more beautiful flowers than orchids, but I have a special fondness for that orchid, because after all, I put love, hard work and sweat into it, and got a small harvest. Maybe there are too many undesirable things in this world, and there are too many unpredictable things, but after all, I once had and had the only orchid in my heart. Therefore, my heart can never forget, I will still wait, waiting for the withered orchid to bloom again in front of me.

Orchids, you are a good teacher on the way to raise orchids.