翻开抽屉里的日记,倏然滑落的花瓣已无往日的鲜艳,若有若无的枯叶气息混着油墨的馨香,弥漫,消逝。该是去年摘下的月季,本打算插在花瓶里,后来见它没精打采地日渐萎蔫,索性夹于日记本里,混着花香的回忆,温暖又绵长。妈妈素爱养花,阳台上总是种满各式花草,想来,妈妈独居的日子里便是跟那些花花绿绿的盆栽相依。橙黄色如同小扇的君子兰,我爱了很久。它的叶子很特别,两侧对称生长,渐次抽枝,相依相偎。离开家的时候,我 Opened the drawer diary, suddenly fell petals everlasting bright, if Ruowei flavor mixed with the fragrance of ink, filled, disappeared. This is the rose picked up last year, originally intended to be inserted in a vase, and later to see it languishingly sloppy, simply clip in the diary, mixed with floral memories, warm and lingering. Mothers love to spend on the balcony, the balcony is always planted with all kinds of flowers, want to come, my mother live alone day is with those colorful potted dependencies. Orange like a small fan of Clivia, I love for a long time. Its leaves are very special, symmetrical growth on both sides, gradually shuzhizhi, dependent cuddle. When I left home, I