【Prose】 Rose breathe ‖ Jiang Zihao

Rose breathing

Jiang Zihao

The old lady of the night market left seven roses. I leaned on the bicycle, looked at it, stopped for a while, and brought the only remaining beads from the bouquet to the home.

This big red rose, I store it with a plastic bottle. With water, the sun has not fallen yet. It is obliquely shining with this bright color. There is still a beating dust in the light. For a moment, each flower looks like a vortex, rotating, and shaped in the golden light. The static flower interprets a dynamic beauty. I originally liked Narcissus Jasmine, because of elegant, and about roses, the book has already appeared repeatedly, and the strong meaning makes people sometimes look straight.

Regarding roses, several thoughts in their minds have come up one after another. I was about 7 kilometers from the office building. This line between two o'clock left the mark from the tire to go. On this day, I thought of riding a bicycle. I had no intention, but I deliberately chose to ride very slowly. My breathing gradually became a habit in the short and fast rhythm. I have not had such a rhythm that is not slow for a long time.

The old lady said that although it took the roots, she was soaked in water. Don't toss. This rose can still drive for several days. At night, thinking that flowers seemed to be a luxury of my life, because the idleness of raising a flower has been fragmented by life. Before the specific implementation of my life, the flowers had been pushed to the back by many more urgent things. The quietness at night makes people see the details of things. I live on the 25th floor, and the city night scene is outside the window. The neon light can still send up the light. Countless window lights or clear or extinguish, people think about the exit of the fireworks, and in and out of their own breath at night.

The changes in brightness and angle make the roses at night soothing. Rose is still a rose. Even if the redness of the day is more beautiful, the redness of the night is more quiet. There is always a lot of viewers during the day. At such a moment, I am willing to watch. At night, people sleep deeply, and I have been entangled for the definition of roses for a long time. Then dare to make theory, roses are beautiful.

I no longer use the light of the mobile phone, I stood up, twisted the platform lights, and the rose light up. The rose stems have thorns, and its bloom is so enthusiastic, and the thorns are very specific. The rose that will start is not stabbing. The thorn is just the extension of the hard shell, no longer smooth. On the one hand, there is no lack of praise in the discussion of the roses, and on the other hand, there are no shortage of prejudice. Between such love and hate, the roses are tired. Of course, this is just my wishful thinking. In terms of botanical, I know that the thorns that suddenly appear on the evolutionary road have nothing to do with science and have romance.

This night, I didn't close the window, and the fine wind brushed slowly. After the rose leaves the root, does it still breathe and how long can I breathe? This is another botanical problem, but I am willing to believe that through the wind, it stretchs the body, shakes the petals and leaf veins, and completes a life body. Basic movements, breathing. I opened my arms, and there were seven roses. Under the curtain of the night and the gang of the wind, it became bigger and bigger, full of my sight. I want to smell the fragrance of the rose. The quiet aroma comes from the flowers of Su Yan, and the fragrance of roses often only exists in the language. Its fragrance will float farther.

An empty embrace, holding the empty sense of smell. Since the fragrance of the rose has been repeatedly praised, as it is bright, then it must be that I don't breathe enough. I only try my best to try it again. I have n’t been like this for a long time. I have a relaxed attitude, do my best to send the air into my body, wait for two or three seconds, and then send out the air processed by the respiratory system.

Unfortunately, the fragrance of the rose still does not give me a practical sense of smell because of my efforts. What I smell was a tasteless air, but at this moment, at this night of sleeping with flowers, I gave birth to the rose. My room has laptops, pens, books, and many books, which can be called a complete room, but their morphology is relatively stable, making people mistakenly think that life is eternal static. In addition to being touched by people's hands, the hands of people are touched by people’s hands. To bear a certain function at this time. The rose, which is obviously thorns, also knows that it will fade after blooming, but the changes it brings, the aesthetic philosophy meaning of the aesthetic philosophy is another annotation to life.

When Rose changes, it is also listening when trying to give the word to life. The rose's complaint is a deep wave in life, and listening is what the rose has been doing. Goodwill praise roses often face it. Of course, as a flower, roses must also have a thin body. In the doom, bear the grievances that have nothing to do with it.

When I bought these seven roses, I saw a bunch of roses falling to the ground. The costume was so beautiful, and the footprint was cooked. The dusty roses are full of unwillingness and grievances. I really want it to get more tolerance, just like the seven scattered roses that I can't smell the fragrance when I try my best to breathe. I have provided me with visual beauty, and if I put my nose up, I can also smell the fragrance. In the limited flowering period, it is a little different from the inertia of life. Not to be slow lubricants.

It is the longing for smelling incense to wake me up in deep breathing. Deep breathing, compared to breathing, has few applications, but deep breathing is not much, because the pursuit of more oxygen and more beauty is inexhaustible. Breathing as the basic life movement, but in the deepening strength, it shows a more positive, sunny, and beautiful life attitude.

Talk about the ending of these seven roses.Seven flowers changed my impression of this flower.My hand avoided the thorns, pulled the flowers away from the water, put it in the car storage compartment, the temperature was high, and it was a closed space. The rose could not breathe quickly.I was lost in the withered rose, and I felt that this was a kind of disappointment. If I was not ready and took care of the details, why would I bring roses into life. It should have a longer flowering period and a person who knows it better.On a few nights, I faced the night, facing the empty bottle, and the roses' pictures and roses breathed.I still want to choose a bicycle one day, but I do n’t know if it will wait for me somewhere, tell me as always, approach it and take a deep breath.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Text/Figure: Jiang Zihao (Chengdu Jinniu District Customs Working Committee)

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