In retrospect, Haitang's prose remains the same.

I have never seen such gorgeous flowers as begonia. Before it blooms, the new branches of tender leaves are densely covered with bright roses, so crowded, so lively, so arrogant and so unscrupulous.

I am a quiet person by nature, and my favorite color is even shallow. Of course, my favorite is pure white. This is extremely inconsistent with my youth age, and I have a feeling of getting old before I get old. However, I can't say why. I am naturally inclined to be plain, pure, spotless and pure. In my mind, plain clothes, with long hair and sage like type, has his own unspeakable freedom. Perhaps I was infected by Mr. Zhuang Zhou and Mr. Wu Liu, and the feeling of seclusion gradually took root in my heart. It seems that there is an ancient tree growing in the endless wilderness. In addition, boundless green grass and white flowers are scattered in the sky like stars, swaying with the wind. I lay quietly in the shade of a tree, butterflies dancing around me, and the breeze blowing on my face. How delightful! Or holding a poem by Zhuangzi or Tao Yuanming in your hand and enjoying it leisurely under the tree will make you feel comfortable and relaxed.

The first time I saw Haitang, it was both a surprise and a mistake.

At that time, it was the end of March, a good time for peach blossoms and green willows, and the spring grass was in full bloom and soft as silk. It was the present situation. I didn't know it at that time, nor did I know its name. I happened to walk through a forest and caught a glimpse of roses with branches like stars. Every grain is so thick, full, so bright red, so strong, so unrestrained, and even extremely arrogant and arrogant. Among all the flowers I know, I have never seen any flower so wanton and gorgeous. Before it was opened, it stole everyone's eyes in advance. I really didn't like it at that time, so why make public? Be a quiet flower and open it quietly, okay? Some people even accuse it of being too pushy and stealing the brilliance of other flowers. Spring belongs to everyone, why should it be monopolized? Don't you understand that the wood in the forest is beautiful and the wind will destroy it? Can it really be invincible? The more brilliant it blooms, the more miserable it withers-this is my prediction of it at that time. Although I have never seen such flowers bloom and fall, when I first met, there was no enmity. I cursed this bud, and I was scared by myself, and I was a little overwhelmed.

I have always thought that flowers that are too dazzling can't bear good fruit. After all, all interests cannot be monopolized by anyone. God should always be fair.

Later, in today's school, this kind of flower became common. Someone told me that it is called Haitang. Suddenly I remembered Su Shi's Ode to Haitang: "The east wind worships all, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. I'm afraid the flowers will fall asleep at night, so I light candles and put on red makeup. " Such a beautiful poem, it turned out to be it! I still seem to have some doubts. However, if you think it over and over again, it must be it. So red and so bright, I think it's really it. It seems that I saw Su Shi, who was lonely that year, in a trance. In the middle of the night, I walked carefully under this begonia tree with a red candle in my hand, looking up at the dazzling begonia flowers all over the tree, boundless and helpless. Because of this bright color and infinite prosperity, the loneliness in the poet's heart has increased even more. Who else could it be? Only such dazzling can make him feel so lost that he can't sleep at night, revealing his loneliness and having to comfort himself. He regards this Haitang as a confidante or a lonely friend at night. Does he have envy and resentment?

At school, I witnessed the flowering and falling of a begonia for the first time. Because of Su Shi's poems, I'm definitely going to see what it is. At that time, I couldn't say I liked it, but at least I had erased my prejudice and disdain when I first saw it. It's an exploratory mentality, just trying to uncover the mystery and see what it looks like. However, when I saw the dazzling red, it was hard for me to say that I liked it, but the color was much lighter than when it first appeared, and it was not fully open.

In late spring, wicker is completely open, and it is no longer shy and secretive. The slender drooping branches are woven into a curtain of smoke green, and the spring breeze caresses the water like a dream. Compared with begonia, this is an implicit beauty, at least in my opinion. Suddenly the wind blew and a pool of pearls fell instantly. I am dazzled, delusional and dazzled. This is my first reaction. I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully. It turned out to be a pool of petals! I don't know what petals they are, but they are common. The wind started again and I turned to my side. I haven't stepped out yet. Everything in front of me makes me instantly ruthless. The branches blown by the wind are as sad as smoke. Dancing petals are like tired white butterflies. No matter how the wind blows, there is no resistance. The residual flowers on the ground, like the bodies of dead butterflies, are stacked on top of each other, which makes people feel sorry. In fact, I didn't see what it was, but I was a little sad to see such a sad scene. Why didn't such a simple and clean flower grow quickly? How nice it is to drive it like a dream, clean and lofty. I twisted a few soft petals, which seemed to be fragrant between my fingers. My soul was still there, and my heart was even sadder. Perhaps, it has always been like this, a good dream is hard to grow, and a good full moon is always a romantic and difficult dream.

However, all of a sudden, it seems that some memories are floating up slowly. Not long ago, I passed by here, and on the swaying branch, the proud rose blossomed into a dazzling and delicate one ... Oh, my God! These plain white fallen flowers are not begonia! My eyes have been staring at the fallen flowers in this place for a long time, which is unbelievable.

Suddenly, Haitang's heart shook into a wisp of sadness and pain.

Jiao Hong, which I once despised, became pure white at the last moment of my life! At first glance, fluttering white skirts and flying white butterflies appeared again, slowly leaving me and drifting away until everything became a vast blank.

I seem to think, maybe, this is life. From birth to maturity and then to old age, this is the proper attitude, vigorously moving towards the world of mortals, blooming with great excitement for a lifetime, and then giving an elegant curtain call to life with a perfect attitude, without any regrets. But I have been wandering in the world for more than 20 years, and I am not as good as a Haitang, a young man who has not had time to open up. The original fragrance has been everywhere, shocking.

As the saying goes, it's time for tea, and Su Shi once said, "Tea doesn't compete for spring, and loneliness opens at the latest." I used to think that tea was the most decisive and daring flower in spring. If you don't sing, it will be a blockbuster. It will soon disperse all the flowers on the tail of spring, and then the soul will return to nothingness and disappear without a trace. They all say that they don't strive for spring, but I think it's just the opposite. How can it be called not competing for spring at this juncture? However, tea seems to be more mature and complex. At this time, flowering attracts everyone's attention more than being buried in colorful fragrant bushes, right? All flowers are dying, only it is unique. However, it also bears the false name of not striving for spring. Compared with tea, begonia seems to be more frank. Although it strives for spring, it is not evasive, careless or explicit. Moreover, it is not easy to make everyone's confused eyes stay in the colorful.

It's a pity to dream for many years. I used to despise Haitang so much, but I will eventually despise myself in turn. Neither its frankness nor its fiery vitality has wasted this youth.

Later, I also learned that begonia still has fruit, which tastes beautiful, a bit like an apple. This surprised me. What is even more surprising is that what I saw was actually just a kind of begonia, called Xifu Begonia. Besides, it has many varieties. Su Shi's candle should be red begonia, and finally the red one, which is very charming. In addition, there are Bai Haitang Begonia, Hubei Begonia, Kunming Mountain Begonia and Sticky Begonia.

Looking back suddenly, Haitang is still boiling red and dazzling white, and the lights are dim. It is performing a beautiful parting. A gust of wind swept the residual petals of Haitang flying all over the sky, and the white butterfly jumped up with a gorgeous farewell. All the good things are condensed in the final fall, without hesitation, concern and regret. The beauty is gone, everything is gone, blurred, just like the past and dreams.

And I, in the depths of Haitang, clearly saw my way.