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Chapter 63 The Heart of Yellow Rose

[China] Lin Qingxuan

In a single flower, one can see the majesty of the universe, beauty, and unyielding will.

I've been depressed, tired, and walking dead for a long time because of this hopeless love.Last night, I came back from an interview in the mine disaster. Because I cherish the fragility and helplessness of life, I can't sleep in bed.Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight came in, I was determined to make the last effort for the dying love.I figured the first thing to do would be to go to my regular florist and buy a bouquet of roses, light yellow ones, because my girlfriend likes yellow roses best.

After shaving, he barely patted his chest and said, "Cheer up." Thinking of those silent and sad but strong faces before the mine disaster yesterday, he went out.

I went to the flower shop in the market, and thought that my girlfriend who had been with me for five years would leave for a person who was ugly, tasteless and talented, and I went to buy roses for such a woman, and my heart ached and broke , angry and sad enough to cry.

When I arrived at the flower shop, buckets of beautiful and vigorous flowers were blooming in the morning sun.

After searching for a long time, I found the bucket of yellow roses, and there were only nine left, each of which was downcast. "It's really bad. When people are unlucky, the flowers they want to buy are all downcast." I cursed in my heart.

"Boss," I asked gruffly, "do you have any more yellow roses?"

The old gentleman came out of the house and said kindly: "No more, only the few flowers you saw are left."

"Every flower's head is hanging down, how can I buy it?"

"Oh, it's easy. You go to the market and come back in half an hour. I'll pack you a bunch of fresh and energetic yellow roses." The boss said with a smile and confidence.

"Okay." Although I didn't believe it in my heart, I thought that maybe he would transfer to another flower shop, so I went into the market for a stroll.When I was depressed, I saw that the market was full of corpses. Those decomposed animal carcasses made me feel more deeply the sad world.

After finally staying in the market for half an hour, when I turned back to the flower shop, the boss had already wrapped a bouquet of vigorous yellow roses with purple ribbons and put them on the glass cabinet.

I couldn't believe my eyes, and I said, "Are these the yellow roses just now?"—their dejected looks were still reflected in my eyes.

"Yes, it's the yellow rose just now." The boss still said with a smile.

"How did you do it? You already thanked me just now." I heard myself make a voice of surprise.

The florist said: "It's very simple. Just now the roses didn't wither, but lacked water. I soaked the whole plant in water, and within 10 minutes, they all puffed up again."

"Lack of water? Didn't you put it in a bucket? How could there be a lack of water?"

"Young man, the whole rose plant needs water. Its rhizomes are soaked in a bucket, just like people eat. But people can't just eat. People need to use their brains, thoughts, and wisdom to live upright. Chest. The flowers of roses also need water, but after cutting off, few people notice that its head also needs water, and the whole plant will be soaked in water, and it will quickly recover.”

I was very moved when I heard it, and stood there in a daze: ah, it turns out that people need more wisdom if they want to live with their heads held high, and they should soak their dry minds in calm water of wisdom.

When I was leaving, the boss patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, cheer up!" This sentence almost made me walk home in tears. It turned out that he had already seen that I was a yellow rose that was about to wither.

That bouquet of yellow roses soaked in water every day, and the petals fell after a week, but they withered with their heads upright.

This is a real event that I wrote down in my notes decades ago.Since that time, I have learned some secrets about the downcast flowers that I bought.I recently found this section of notes, and I feel as deeply touched as I did back then, and I truly realized that as long as people have a delicate heart to understand all phenomena and laws, there will be enlightening wisdom everywhere.

In a single flower, one can see the majesty of the universe, beauty, and unyielding will.

A florist told me that almost all white flowers are very fragrant, and the more colorful the flower, the less fragrant it is. His conclusion is: "The same is true for people. The more simple and pure the person, the more inner fragrance they have."

A florist told me that evening primrose is actually very fragrant during the day, but few people can smell it. His conclusion is: "Because people's hearts are too floating during the day to smell the fragrance of evening primrose, if a person's heart during the day It is also very quiet, and I found that evening primrose, sweet-scented osmanthus, and seven lixiang are fragrant even in the hot noon."

A flower vendor told me that the lotus must be in full bloom in the early morning. The conclusion is: "Morning is the best time for lotus to bloom. If a lotus does not bloom in the morning, it may not bloom at noon or night. We look at people It is the same, if a person has no ambition when he is young, it is very difficult to have ambition in middle age or old age."

A florist told me that the more expensive the flower, the easier it is to wither. This is to explain to the flower buyer: "Treasure youth. Because youth is the most precious flower, and it is the easiest to wither."

A florist told me...

Let us experience all the manifestations of this sentient world. When we have a heart of great enlightenment, even caring for a yellow rose, connecting our hearts with each other, we will know that in the most ordinary things recently, there is The deepest and most amazing wisdom.

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Lin Qingxuan's prose is calm and fresh, often expressing mellow and meaningful emotions, and has a moving power in its simplicity.This prose is an ordinary flower-buying story, but it expresses the principles of life.Every plain word contains profound philosophy, giving people endless enlightenment. "One flower, one world, one tree, one Bodhi", in the world of flowers, each flower has its own beauty, and behind each blooming flower, there is a story of its growth and its value of survival.Let our hearts be clear enough to "caring for a yellow rose", and comprehend the deepest and most amazing wisdom in ordinary things.

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