｜Unwritten Mailbox: "Forget the Butterfly of the Flower Season"｜

"After all, some changes don't ask anyone's wishes."

When the pot of orchid withered, it was like a butterfly just flew down.

My mother has always been in the habit of playing with flowers and plants. Occasionally, she will bring back a few pots of Phalaenopsis from the flower vendor in the market. Although it is not a precious flower, she can also see some temperament in its appearance.

Sometimes watching it bloom, it is like a butterfly climbing on the calyx leaf, absorbing the brewed honey; sometimes watching it fall, it is like a quiet butterfly, waiting for the wind to rise and dancing again.

But these are not the way they were born.

I still remember my mother said that most of the Phalaenopsis I have seen so far are artificially cultivated, and the spots, colors and even the thickness of the petals can be improved and conform to modern aesthetics. .

Compared with wild flowers, the petals are long and narrow like leaves and appear thin; artificial flowers and leaves are more like splendid butterflies, eager to flap their wings.

But can the wings hatched by a butterfly that does not form a chrysalis be considered fading?

I still don't have an answer, but I think it's me, after all, I'm too harsh on a flower.

After all, those who change do not care about whose wishes; just like each other, facing the so-called changes, they often cannot help themselves.

It seems that we have no better way, but we no longer insist on exploring the original appearance. At this moment, even looking at man-made creations, you can feel a bit bright, and associate all beautiful imaginations.

Although more often, like beings being raised, they no longer have their own seasons, but they can finally stop being obsessed, and some past times can accept another blooming period.

Those who are gradually forgotten in the past may be identified along the years in the future, but it is also good to be content with the current life.