Several flower sellers told me that it is the car rental driver who buys flowers from them most often. Probably, it is the car rental driver who can best understand what it is like to live hard. They have the deepest sympathy for selling flowers in the street. Secondly, the car owners are the most difficult to sell. The windows of luxury imported cars are black people. Their noble faces don’t look away coldly when they see the magnolia vendors approaching.

When people are warm, money is not as good as when we burn the streets in the scorching sun. It is more meaningful to spend ten yuan to buy a bunch of flowers than to perform compassion, smile, take photos, print newspapers and donate millions.
cannot bear (to do)
But when I bought magnolia, I just couldn’t bear to see people make a living in the big sun. When they aroused people’s unbearable feelings, people criticized them for carrying their children to the street for sympathy. But I want to be a nanny or servant when the mother sells magnolia. Isn’t his mother sad when we are exposed to the hot sun?
Let’s buy a bunch of magnolia flowers when we meet children. Don’t ask why.
I am so convinced that this group of silent flower sellers in the street would do better than never to sell flowers in the street.
Put yourself in people’s shoes and treat them equally. That is to say, we follow people’s sufferings, and they are willing to be more kind and let them not leave at the window. That is not to say that our meager money can really bring any benefits to the flower seller, but that we are obedient because of this kindness, and our hearts are clearer and softer, washing our filth.
All sentient beings are rooted in Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, while the compassion of Huada can benefit all sentient beings, and the wisdom of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can be achieved.
When I buy magnolia, I feel like I’m buying a heart.
leave (something) to fate
A friend, she has a local dog, and her left hind foot is lame because she was run over by a car.
My friend saw this puppy on the street. At that time, the puppy was dirty and smelly, picking up food in the garbage. My friend was a kind person, so he picked it up. According to the northern custom, the more vulgar the name is, the easier it is for a cheap child to raise a friend. So he named the puppy Lame.
A small limp is when everyone sees people and hates street dogs. When they get home to their friends, they show some beautiful qualities. It comes to be a gentle, obedient, clean and considerate puppy. Because it lives in a garbage dump, its beauty has never been discovered. Except for a little dirt, its appearance is actually good. Later, it is a lovely feature because it is not like an ordinary dog jumping around like a gentle child who always walks gracefully with its beautiful mistress.
Friends treat a limp like a child, and because she loves a lame dog, children call her a limp mother in the street.
Little lame mother loves dogs, and when children know that even dogs know her, dogs come and follow her in the alley outside, and wag their tails vigorously, which turns out to be a very special landscape.
Little lame grows up, and everyone loves dogs. Every day, children come to take it to play and bring it back when it is dark. Because of love, little lame becomes the most popular dog in the alley, and the famous dog can’t compare with it. Because of its popularity, it is worth a lot. One night, little lame was taken away from her friend. Her little daughter was as sad as losing a child, and the children in the alley lost their best playmate disconsolately.
Two years later, my friend recognized the limp in a small noodle stall in Yongyi, and he returned to the garbage dump day to wait at the table to pick up people’s leftover meat and bones
Little lame immediately recognized his old owner, and when he met the dog, he couldn’t help crying. The little lame tears actually dropped to the ground.
My friend brought my little limp home, and the lane was full of celebration because of my little limp’s coming home. In the past two years, my little limp has suffered a lot, but after he came home, he recovered his old look. Soon after, my little limp gave birth to a litter of puppies and was adopted by children who came from far away in the lane that day.
Being a mother, Xiao Lame was more clever and quiet than before. Once, my friend went to buy flowers, and she refused to go home quietly. Her friend told her a lot of words to coax her children, and then she turned and left lovingly. Since then, I have never seen Xiao Lame again. Did she be stolen, left home or arrested by the dog team? No one knows.
Of course, friends are very sad, but they don’t know when and where they can meet again with a limp. How did friends meet with a limp? Did they meet in the past or in this life?
Everything is unknown.
But my friend firmly believes that one day we can meet again with a limp, and her beautiful eyes look at the distance and say that people say that fate follows. I believe that fate is born with wishes, and that fate will happen without wishes, and even fate will pass by wrongly.
January 1, 1996
Dusk pu
The greatest gratitude is that we are born but not lovers. We can rely on the warmth of love to find an endless stream of life, whether indifferent or chaotic or dirty or in a hurry or knowing Tianjin.
I walk on the red brick road at dusk, because no matter what the weather is, the dusk light always makes people feel particularly quiet, which can deeply reflect on the common heart of their own city, but that kind of quiet is that when the mood leaves or kapok or cuckoo or bodhi tree turns around, people and cars wake up in an uproar, and then they can feel some worrying qualities of the city
This kind of loneliness is indescribable when we are in a noisy car. In the flashing neon lights rushing to the crowd, we have a deeper understanding of loneliness. In the beautiful glass curtain, we can see the cold texture of this big city clearly.
Living in this big city, I often think about how to look at this city and find its beauty, amorous feelings, gentleness or anything.
One day, when I was tired of walking, I was sitting at the south intersection of Jianguo, and I saw this scene. The motorcycle galloped and hit the left turn. The truck was crushed by squeezing, and the iron glass tore the human body. The blood and tears splashed on my smallest piece of marigold garden, and then the siren ambulance screamed and surrounded the crowd, blocking and shouting at the driver. It seemed that a piece of scrap iron had changed its direction because of the magnet running over it, and it was chaotic and turbulent.
Across the street, the bus stop was not affected. The bus driver yelled at a panting woman running after the bus. A middle-aged man squeezed into their team and his hair stood loose. The young man spat at the gentleman in the suit who refused to stop renting a car and suddenly flattened his cigarette butt.
It’s almost hard to believe that these many pictures of panting happened in a very beautiful evening.
Doubt, anxiety, haste, confusion, although people live in the city with urban personality, they will never see the beauty of the city.
Even worse is knowing.
A flower feast was held in a flower market. Everyone squeezed and trampled on each other in order to grab the rose petals or the orchids coated with salad dressing. The most robbed was a kind of black tea with fresh petals. I saw the pink petals shrink when they were put into steaming tea, and then they sank to the bottom of the cup. I think the person who rushed to drink this cup of tea was not that petal. The flower market was hot tea, and its flowers sank beautifully and people shrank beautifully.
I can see from people’s sewing that five feet away, there is a unique charm that can’t be despised. This charm is that the flower eaters don’t know the name of the chrysanthemum, and it may taste better than the rose. Not only is it leisurely and unknown, but it is beautiful and will not destroy life.