Nong Tianyi grew up in his mother's flower-like time.

That day was soaked in the fragrance of flowers and tea, incomparably sweet, full of mellow fragrance......

"How can you live without flowers!" This is a mantra that Wu Qing often puts on his lips.

I remember that when I was a child, Nong Tianyi was most impressed by the two huge pomegranate trees in his yard.

Every year in early summer, clusters of fiery red flowers bloom and fill the courtyard. Later, when Nong Tianyi first read Han Yu's sentence "May pomegranate blossoms shine brightly", he suddenly felt a sense of intimacy, thinking that this lovely Mr. Changli was describing the two pomegranates in our yard!

The pomegranate tree was transplanted from the mountains in the spring of the second year after Nong Tianyi's mother married his father, and it was a sour pomegranate and a sweet pomegranate.

One day, Wu Qing said to Nong Tianyi: "This day is originally sweet and sour, but the pomegranate flowers are all in full bloom." ”

Nong Tianyi suddenly realized that the reason why his mother deliberately transplanted pomegranate trees from the mountains was that in addition to beautifying the courtyard, there was also a deeper expectation in it, that is, the fiery pomegranate flowers symbolized the prosperity of the farmer's life!

But no matter how beautiful the pomegranate flowers are, the flowering period is only about a month.

Wu Qing planted a row of moon plants under the east wall of the courtyard, and the most incredible thing is that she also planted more than a dozen plants on both sides of the gate.

Nong Lu laughed at her: "We, a poor family and a poor house, are not a magnificent gatehouse, and we are not worthy of planting flowers." ”

Wu Qing said: "The door, no matter how simple it is, it is also a door, this flower blooms for a long time, in case relatives and friends come to our house, but they encounter the door of General Tie, at this time, if they see these flowers blooming at the door, maybe their hearts will not be too cold." ”

Nong Tianyi's mother's interpretation made him think of the word "tea" among the plants and trees, which was like saying: "If you come to visit me and I am not there, please sit with the flowers outside my door for a while." ”

Wu Qing naturally didn't express it like this, but her kindness coincided with it. Of course, the reason why it is the moon season, Wu Qing also took a fancy to another characteristic of it, that is: "Who has no hundred days of red flowers, and this flower has no spring breeze." ”

In summer, in addition to pomegranate flowers and moon flowers, there are also loofah flowers in the garden. Just at the root of the west wall, every year at the beginning of spring, Wu Qing will light a few seeds, and when the small shoots break through the soil, she will be busy digging pits and planting poles, and building a loofah rack with ropes and ropes.

In May, the loofah seedlings grew like crazy, and soon the vines climbed all over the shelves, and then the loofah flowers also bloomed, densely packed, and the shelves were all over.

Another wonderful use of the loofah stand is to escape the heat. In the afternoon of midsummer, the farm house will often carry a small square table to drink tea here, and the farmer will take a straw mat and spread it, and then lie on it with all four feet facing the sky to enjoy the coolness.

The fragrance of jasmine tea, accompanied by the fragrance of loofah flowers, came in bursts, and Nong Tianyi fell asleep in this burst of fragrance.

In winter, everything is withered in the ice and snow, but the Nongtian family still has a full sense of spring.

In his memory, the windowsill is always full of life all year round, sometimes it is undead, cacti, aloe vera, spider plant, sometimes it is the chrysanthemum in season, or the green garlic sprout; Sometimes, they take the local materials directly, eat the leftover cabbage gnocchi, radish heads, and shallots, and Nong Tianyi's grandmother tidied them a little, and soon they grew lushly.

Flower trays are also made of local materials, such as idle clay pots, waste kettles, or leaking enamel tea pots, and bowls with broken edges, which have become all kinds of "flower pots" after Wu Qing picks them up.

Nonglu often said: "Our home is an iron windowsill and a flower of flowing water." ”

After hearing this, Wu Qing pursed his lips and laughed arbitrarily.

For these flowers and plants, Wu Qing not only loves them, but also is very in awe. If she saw a discarded flower on the side of the street, she would carefully take it home and plant it in a pot, and in just a few days, the half-dead and wilting flower was reborn.

She often said: "Don't look at the non-squeaking of these flowers and grass, but they also have a heart, it doesn't hurt if you don't raise it, you have to be careful when you raise it, and if you are unhappy, you can just throw it away, how pitiful!" ”

Nongtian's family also has a kind of flower that blooms undefeated, which is blooming on the window, called window flower. His grandmother learned the craft of paper-cutting from her grandmother, and the big rooster, the little swallow, and the red carp came to life under the grandmother's hands. Of course, no matter which family in the village holds a happy event, the big red happy characters and double flying swallows in the new house are also from the hands of grandmothers.

Wu Qing loves flowers, almost obsessed, and in her eyes, flowers can be said to be everywhere. On weekdays, there are many things that don't match flowers at all, and she can also call out the name of "patterns" with ingenuity.

The smoke on the roof, she said that it was the flowers that bloomed on the stoves of our villagers, and as soon as the flowers bloomed, there was the fragrance of rice; Boiling millet porridge, she said that it was millet grains blooming in the pot; Nonglu's face was covered with wrinkles, and she said that it was because her father's face was full of joy when he saw his children and grandchildren; The most interesting time is that her daughter-in-law Wang Ziwei cooked steamed buns for the first time, probably because her cooking skills were not good, and when she lifted the lid of the pot, the folds of the buns actually bloomed.

Wang Ziwei's face was flushed, and then Wu Qing came over and said loudly: "This is the blossoming of the buns, a good sign, the new daughter-in-law has come to our house, and the buns are all smiling!" ”

Hearing this at the time, Wang Ziwei couldn't help but laugh "poof".

Later, Nong Tianyi finally understood that his mother had flowers in her heart, and her eyes would see beauty; If you have flowers in your heart, you will try to turn ordinary days into flowers; The days are like flowers, and they can grow up happily in the fragrance of camellias.

Now, Nong Tianyi is closely related to flowers, which is jasmine tea. Maybe this is a kind of "fate"!

In his early years, his mother once told him that there was such a thing as "heavenly fate" in the tea edge. When Nong Tianyi thinks about it now, in the dark, it seems that he has a providence - God is destined to let him make jasmine tea.

Thinking of this, Nong Tian smiled secretly and muttered to himself, it was really interesting.

This is the land where grain grows, and it is also growing a kind of chance, a kind of coincidence.

In the afternoon of this day, Nong Tian walked into Wuyi Alley without a ghost, walking on the narrow bluestone paved road with hundreds of years on this day, as if the stones have become sensitive keys, he walked up with elastic steps, played step by step, a long alley is full of beautiful piano sound, the piano sound pounced into the old house of "Yunwu Mountain Tea Workshop", ringing and echoing in the house, and then the piano sound lingered, and transformed into a long-lasting ancient music, which has been plucked and chime......

The door of the old mansion was closed, and now he suddenly felt strange, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

However, all his youthful years were left in it, and those days of laughter and playfulness seemed to still be in it, and the little garden that his mother was serving did not know if it was still blooming, and the small pool was still clear, including his vivid dreams, which also inhabited it, and also lingered and emitted in the old house......

He looked inside and out of the dusty wooden window, and everything was gone. He left the once warm tea shop with a little sadness and reluctance, a kind of loss struck, and his nose was sour......