Early in the morning, I took my daughter to my mother’s house, while walking and looking at the roadside scenery. At the turn, I saw a man with a slightly strong physique, wearing slippers and casual half-sleeves, carefully picking a few trumpet flowers and a few dogwoods that were in full bloom. One by one, they were stroked into a bouquet of flowers.
This scene, surprisingly, makes itself very touching, the mind comes to mind, “the heart has a fierce tiger, careful to smell the rose”. Not to mention the meaning, this image is such a feeling, a strong man gently picking a bouquet of their own heart to organize the flowers on the roadside, this tenderness is to whom?
Is it for his daughter, his lover, his mother, or who? No matter who it is, the corners of the mouth have unconsciously risen and the heart has softened up when thinking about this. Seeing the oncoming driver, it is felt that he is also smiling.
