Gardenias are blooming, which creates a sense of nostalgia in my hometown. Every year after May, the most beautiful and fragrant flowers bloom, especially the gardenias.

When the sunshine gradually becomes hotter, hyacinths are the first to hear the sound of flowers blooming. Everything is so sultry and humane!

Gardenia can be seen everywhere in the countryside, just because it is not delicate, it is as white as snow when it blooms, and its fragrance is as strong and intoxicating as those precious flowers hiding in the greenhouse.

And no one cares for it deliberately. Most of them can survive by breaking off a branch from an old flower tree and inserting it into a field with water. It is very simple!

When I was in my hometown, almost every farmer would plant one or two small gardenias in the summer rice field. When they were alive, they would move them to the shore and water them.

In a few days, green leaves and branches will grow, and soon the flowers will bloom with buds.

Most women in rural areas like to use gardenias to add a bit of fragrance and add a feminine touch. The fragrance of gardenias can be seen drifting in the wind wherever they go.

It's a gardenia. It's not as shy as a girl, nor as red and purple as other flowers.

Only one body is pure white, one heart is simple and elegant, let the wind and rain blow on it, let the sun shine on it.

Also enjoy the love song under the moon, it is the most simple flower in nature.

It’s not a wild flower. From time to time, someone waters it, which adds a double layer of care from man and nature!

Only then can there be wild rhyme, only then can there be human feelings, and only then can there be a strong and intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

It's a gardenia. It blooms once and will bloom again. Its dazzling white flowers make people always pity it and get close to it. It has become the favorite scenery in the local nostalgia!

2 Every time I point to a strange plant and ask Potato, what kind of flower is this?

Potato must answer, gardenia.

When Tudou said the word gardenia, he would look at me and smile shyly, because he knew he must be wrong.

Potatoes' reaction to flowers is similar to my reaction to music. Every time he tests me, as long as it is a familiar violin piece, I will just say, "Violin Concerto in D major."

Because one spring, when I got up every day, Tudou played Beethoven's Violin Concerto in D major.

I don’t know if Tudou has seriously identified gardenias, but every year in June and July, when walking on Siping Road, when a burst of fragrance passes by, I will sniff my nose and say to Tudou, well, there must be someone with gardenias nearby.

Gardenia.

Maybe it was to watch the gardenias blooming slowly, and then say to Tudou, "Here, this is the gardenia."

In June of this year, I moved a pot of gardenias home.

There is also one meter high, with fat dark green leaves, and green flower buds between the leaves. Come to think of it, this flower should bloom in less than ten days and a half.

However, by the end of July, the flower just didn't bloom, and even the flower bones were charred and fell off.

Only that leaf, when not watered, will droop its head and look listless and will soon pass out. Once watered, it is best to have a heavy rain, and it will be bright and green for you to see, and it will grow like crazy.

There were buds, but they never appeared again.

After reading flower books, I know that gardenias like water, fertilizer, and light, and are suitable for planting. If they are planted in exquisite pots and placed indoors like mine, they will not bloom.

Wang Jian has a poem: "In the rain, there are one or two chickens crowing, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The women call each other to bathe silkworms, and they are idle with gardenias in the courtyard." I think this gardenia was originally intended to be planted in that country house.

, the open-air courtyard, withstands the sun, rain and dew, grows and buds naturally, and flowers bloom and fall leisurely.

When I was a child, in a small southern town, there was plenty of rain and sunshine, so gardenias grew in people's yards.

There are also several gardenias planted in the flower garden at the entrance of the middle school where I study. They stand closely together and are three or four meters high. They grow short in the shade against the wall.

Stretch out to a sunny place.

When the flower buds started to grow in June, I would stand under the tree and count them. By the end of June and the beginning of July, they had really bloomed.

The petals of the flower are opened one by one, like a pure white face among the branches. Looking at Tingting from a distance, the color is better than snow, with green leaves as clothes and dew as decoration. When I get closer and touch her with my hand, the petals are thick and smooth to the touch.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the skin is like gelatin; it is also rich in fragrance and overflows with the wind. When the flowers are blooming, even when I am listening to classes in the classroom and reading books, I will be tempted by the fragrance and feel uneasy.

After class, I wandered under the flower tree, eager to pick one to take home, but I couldn't bear to do it.

Suddenly I saw a broken flower on the ground, and I felt resentful that it was someone who was rude. Then I was secretly happy, picked it up, found an empty bottle, put half of the bottle of water in it, stuck the flower in it, and placed it on the window sill, under the setting sun.

In the twilight, he stared at her blankly.

Strange to say, when this flower is on a branch, you feel its elegance and nobility, but when placed in your home, it shows a plain and simple temperament.

When gardenias bloom, the city's floral fragrance fills the streets and alleys.

There was the half-white-haired mother-in-law, wearing a clean bamboo-blue cloth dress with a slanted lapel. She had inserted a gardenia with green leaves as white as snow in the pan. She was sitting in her courtyard.

Inside an open wooden door, there is a wooden table placed on the bluestone floor outside the threshold. A blue cloth is spread on the table. On the cloth are bunches of newly picked gardenias, each branch with roots.

The red ropes are tied together, and the green leaves hold the white flowers, trembling with dew.

People passing by stood up when they saw it, took a bunch, smelled it, put it down, picked up another bunch, and saw that the petals were intact, then gave the mother-in-law 12 cents and put the flowers in the basket.

, or just carried it all the way.