In the afternoon, when I was free, I saw on the desk in the west side of the office that a few hyacinths delivered by the flower delivery service were in full bloom. To my surprise, the most beautiful one among them turned out to be mine.
That cluster of white flowers stretched out from the middle of the green leaves. So pure and white, each small flower looked like a miniature lily. The tender yellow stamens were embedded in the snow-white petals, just like a shy woman who deeply hides her beauty but cannot help emitting a strong fragrance...
"It actually bloomed, just like this! It's really beautiful!" I couldn't help but marvel at it, and my joy at that moment was uncontrollable.
Such a little life must have exerted all its efforts every minute and second during my absence for a month, just to bloom in front of me on a certain day.
The idea of raising hyacinths came from CBB last semester. For a while, we bought many hyacinth bulbs on Taobao in various colors, and then divided them in the office. I took two, one white and one blue.
Since I started raising hyacinths, everyone in the office was as curious and anxious as children. At first, we needed to immerse the bottom of the bulb in water and place it in a slightly dark place, waiting for the roots to grow. I put the two bulbs in mini disposable paper cups and deliberately placed them at the bottom of the water dispenser cabinet where there was no light. Those days, I would take them out to check if the roots had grown whenever I had nothing to do. A few days later, I found that the bulb on the colleague's desk had sprouted roots first. Could it be because of the ventilation? So I put the bulbs on my desk and observed whether the root buds had appeared from time to time. About two weeks later, the bottoms of all colleagues' bulbs had sprouted root buds, some thick and some thin. Then, the owners of those thin ones began to worry: "Why are my buds so few and so thin?" And the owners of the thick ones also didn't know why they were thick, just secretly rejoicing in their hearts. I thought that the reason for the difference between the thick and thin ones was mostly due to each bulb itself, like people, some are born strong, and some are born delicate.
As the roots of the bulbs continued to grow, the disposable paper cups could no longer hold those long white roots. I found a long-necked small vase in the office cabinet and put one of the bulbs in it, while the other bulb was placed in a specially designed glass container for hydroponics bought by CBB. Thus, my desk was added with two little lives. In my spare time, I would stare at the white roots in the container and daydream. One Monday morning, I was surprised to find that the white roots of the bulb had already extended to the bottom of the vase. I silently marveled that such a bare bulb contained such vigorous vitality, needing only a little water to nourish it, and the roots would grow wildly.
About two weeks later, green sprouts began to appear in the bulbs of colleagues H and J. Now, everyone started to hold their bulbs tightly and observe them carefully. Two days later, another bulb of J also sprouted green shoots. Seeing J's two bulbs growing so rapidly, many colleagues couldn't help but comment: "Look, J's two bulbs have been raised casually in disposable cups, J never pays attention to them, yet they grow so well! Our vases are so good, we change water every day, and treasure them so much, how come there is no sign of movement?" No wonder, this "investment" and "output" are indeed not proportional. As teachers, we thus had another sigh: "These flowers are like the children we teach, some children don't need teachers or parents to care at all, while some children can't be taught well no matter how much effort you put in!" Ha ha, raising flowers and educating people are indeed similar!
T and Y's two bulbs were the most worrying among all the bulbs. T's plant had its roots rot after they grew for a long time, and the bulb began to wilt. Just as T was sighing, CBB decisively removed all the rotten roots, changed the water, and continued to raise it, somewhat like "treating a dead horse as if it were alive". Sure enough, a few days later, new root buds sprouted from the bottom of the bulb, especially thick, which could be described as "surviving after a disaster"! Y's bulb had a different appearance, with a layer of membrane wrapping around the top like an onion. When most colleagues' bulbs had begun to sprout green shoots, Y's bulb showed no signs of movement. It wasn't until the earliest sprouting bulb's green leaves had grown very high that we were surprised to find that Y's bulb had finally struggled to sprout. Therefore, jokingly: "This flower is absolutely like a child, there are always excellent students and poor students, and sometimes the gap is not a little. But, never give up on them easily, because under the appearance of a seemingly withered life, as long as you treat them kindly and give them time, they will surely achieve something. And this point is exactly like our teachers' attitude towards students!"
On the eve of the winter vacation, H and J's hyacinths bloomed as expected, online flower shopping. Similarly, they were all pink. When I examined another soon-to-bloom bulb of Teacher J, I finally found the problem that everyone had been confused about before. All the bulbs that sprouted flower buds first without exception were pink. It seems that the growth of these flowers does not depend on the difference between "precious" and "cheap" cultivation methods, but rather on the type and variety of the flowers. Under similar appearances, there are different inner qualities. And what truly determines your future posture is precisely those wrapped-up inner qualities.
Now, the first few pink hyacinths that bloomed have already faded, and the two white hyacinths of H and me are in full bloom. The two "reborn" hyacinths of T and Y have also bloomed successively, all in a faint watermelon red. There are also two purple ones that have bloomed. And the last ones to wait should be the few blue ones which will bloom one day...
A friend said: "Your hyacinths look very beautiful!" Besides being happy and proud, I seemed to understand more.
I have never planted anything since I was a child, so the green plants at home often end up dying. A pot of powder palm that I managed to keep for almost a year couldn't survive the cold of this winter and completely froze to death during my hospital stay. However, the hyacinths blooming in front of me are so beautiful, and it seems that I didn't contribute much to this beauty and goodness. I am more willing to believe that hyacinths are originally a kind of plant with strong vitality.
Every life is a creation of nature.
Therefore, every life needs to grow naturally in the natural space-time.
When to root, it is natural.
When to sprout, it is natural.
When to bloom, it is natural.
When to wither, it is natural.
The hyacinths in front of me make me realize the meaning of respecting life.
And the children I face every day are all lives that need my respect.
So, let go at this moment.
Let them all grow up most naturally and happily!
Hyacinth Flower Language:
As long as the fire of life is lit, we can all enjoy a rich life together!