In my life, there is a touch of gorgeous color, which quietly blooms, adding endless tenderness and poetry to my daily life, and that is my favorite flower.
When I first saw it, it was on a sunny spring afternoon. I walked in the flower shop on the street and caught a glimpse of it. It stood quietly in a corner, but it caught my eye instantly. The petals, like delicate silk, are light and soft, and the color is unique that I have never seen before, like being carefully blended by nature, rich but fresh. The petals are stacked on top of each other, surrounded by the yellow stamens in the middle, just like the stars holding the moon. Its stems are slender and tall, and the leaves that are about to drip are scattered in a patchwork way, which adds a bit of vitality and agility to it. At that moment, I knew it was destined to come into my life.
When I brought it home, I was filled with joy, but I was at a loss. I carefully placed it in a delicate vase, selected the clearest water for it, carefully trimmed its roots, and every movement was full of my cherish for it. At first, I was always worried that I couldn't take good care of it. I watched it countless times every day to see if it was short of water and showed signs of withering. However, it seems to feel my concern and become more and more charming and moving.
With the passage of time, taking care of it has become an indispensable part of my life. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines into the room, I will replace it with fresh water and watch the water drops rolling on its petals, reflecting colorful light, as if it were my response. In the evening, I will sit beside it and share the joys and sorrows of the day with it. Although it can't speak, I can feel a silent companionship and comfort from its posture. In those busy and tired days, as long as I see it, I will feel a sense of peace and warmth.
I remember once, the pressure at work made me feel depressed. When I got home, I went straight to it and stared at it quietly. It still blooms so brilliantly, and is not affected by my negative emotions at all. At that moment, I suddenly understood that setbacks in life are like storms, and like this flower, no matter how the external environment changes, it can stick to its own beauty. Since then, whenever I encounter difficulties, it will become the source of my strength and give me the courage to face everything.
In the days when I got along with it, I gradually learned about its habits. It likes sunshine, but it can't be exposed to the sun; It needs enough water, but it can't accumulate water. I carefully meet its every need, watching it thrive under my care, and my heart is full of a sense of accomplishment. Every new petal, every green leaf, is like a gift to me, which makes me feel the miracle and beauty of life.
Besides appreciating its beauty, I also like to record every moment with my camera. From the shyness in bud to the enthusiasm in full bloom, every photo carries my memories with it. I will organize these photos into a book, often look through them and recall the good times I spent with them.
Now, it has become a part of my life, my best friend and my spiritual sustenance. It taught me patience and care, and let me know how to appreciate every tiny beauty in my life. In this complicated world, it is like a piece of pure land, which makes my soul inhabit.
I know that it is a natural law that flowers bloom and fall, and it will wither one day. But I won't be sad because the beauty it once brought me will remain in my heart forever. I will cherish every moment with it, and let this love for flowers continue in the long river of years and become the warmest memory in my life.
