Factories

The flower bed is facing the working room on the third floor. Staring at the flower bed by the window. There is a pool in the flower bed. Water pipes are laid in the pool, including small goldfish and Lotus. In summer, water pipes occasionally spray. Three, four water columns rise and spread, water drops fly and fall, like a bright water chain under the sun. Lotus flowers in the flower bed didn’t bloom much in previous years, but this summer they are particularly gorgeous and have a particularly long flowering period. The pink flowers are delicate and tender, and the golden stamens have straight roots. The Lotus trays float around on the dark green lotus leaves in the not very clean pool water. At the lower part of lotus leaf, strips of red goldfish slide around. There is often a little black cat squatting beside the pool, looking down at the pool water. I don’t know whether it is appreciating them or enjoying the cat shadow in the water. Flowers and fish enjoy themselves leisurely, regardless of the sky above their heads. The Four Seasons change, the wind blows and the rain falls. Lotus lasts from early summer to early autumn. In early winter, the last Lotus is still in love. In the cold wind, a pretty little face floated on the water alone. Until one day, the construction team came. I watched the pool drain away and turned around. It seemed that there was no suspense about her ending, and what remained in her memory was always that charming and soft state. Around the pool are four semicircular lawns. There are neat short shrubs on the grass, and the purple leaves are small and compact, matching with the spring green and autumn yellow grass, which is very fragrant onion. At noon after the rain, I walked around the flower bed. It was found that the leaves of the finely broken shrub were full of water drops, lined with purplish red leaves, like stars, glittering and shiny. The dull dwarf shrub instantly had a moving beauty. Hurry up and grab the mobile phone to shoot. That afternoon, I felt very happy because of this accident. The garden is located in the southwest corner of the downstairs, which is my own name. In fact, it is a semi-slope mound. Metasequoia, pine trees, peach trees and unknown trees were planted. The trees have been standing here for a long time, with dense branches and leaves, and they are very plump. There are many and dense grass under the tree. Winter falls and spring comes, summer is green and autumn is yellow. Trees and grass grow freely here. Because it is close to the mountain and a little remote, few people come here. I am fixture. Sometimes in the afternoon, sometimes before getting off work, I still hid here to practice piano for some time. More often, when encountering troubles, I can’t help walking here. Looking up at the trees, leaning down the grass, listening to the birds on the side, the light wind passing through the trees, blowing across the face. Some inexplicable troubles and obstacles in my heart disappeared here. The solidified scenery becomes dynamic because of staring. In the daily gaze, the beauty of flower beds and the quietness of gardens are becoming more and more lively. I have some expectations for the painful thing of going to work. Sometimes I make a fool of myself. In early spring, the green leaves in the small garden grow and the buds grow. Unknown birds brushed their leaves through the forest, crying endlessly. Just tamper with an ancient poem: once the Orioles pass through the emerald green, several buds burst into green branches. Feel this early spring poetic. In summer, staring at the Lotus in the pool, I blurted out: The pool is green and Lotus. But the words were blocked and there was no match for the next sentence, so it became my own quatrains. The solidified scenery has feelings because of staring. Take the flower bed as a friend, and the garden as a bosom friend. I always thought that I would accompany myself until I left. Dream in this winter, with the roar of machines, the powder is broken, and the scenery is also shattered and no longer exists. The Flower Pond is drained, and the Lotus and small fish disappear. The flower bed was ground flat by cement, with gray color, which hurt the eyes. There were no short shrubs, and those little stars became a photo. The small garden is even a mess. The tree is gone, leaving only a pit like a hollow eye facing the gray sky. Birds disappeared. The brown soil is turned up, and there will be no more green grass next spring. Standing in the bright winter sun, facing such scenery, I was speechless and absent-minded. This place will soon be occupied by modern equipment, and it will be another kind of scenery. The scenery is spectacular and the scenery is beautiful. The beautiful scenery makes people happy, and the spectacular scenery makes people look forward to it. No one is right or wrong. It’s just a little pity, and regret is lingering in my heart. If you encounter troubles again, where can you relax? Staring is more hollow because there is no object. Another morning, when passing through the flower bed and preparing to enter the gate, I saw the little black cat squatting at the gate, with her green eyes looking at the direction of the flower bed. Suddenly he straightened up and walked to the plain cement place which used to be the flower pond. Looking around, he meowed. Is it looking for that Lotus Flower or is it looking for its own cat shadow. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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