It, although there is no lotus out of the mud and do not dye the elegant demeanor, peony that charming peerless elegant, but it with its unknown spirit moved me. It's Campanula.
When I saw it for the first time, I fell in love with it. Its flowers are like strings of cute little bells. Lilac, dreamlike color, intoxicating, whenever the flowers are in full bloom, those small bells will overflow the faint fragrance, in the breeze to disperse. Its slender figure often appears in the corner of the wall, in the grass. Green leaves, small drops of flower buds, how noble! It does not compete with flowers, but accompany with green grass, silently give us a beautiful and fragrant. In early spring, Campanula campanulata from the barren soil out of the small head, gradually appears slim and graceful. After a while, it spread the delicate petals, like a shy girl. In the morning, the dew on the small bell is crystal clear, like pearls. When winter comes, the cold wind will freeze some delicate flowers to death. But the wind chime grass still stands erect, stubborn and fierce cold wind fight, like a fearless warrior.
Oh, Campanula, you are the representative of humility and tenacity, you are the symbol of simple and elegant and elegant! Campanula campanulata accidentally saw this plant. The first feeling was that it was very sprouting. After Baidu saw this flower, it was once again sprouted and melted by all kinds of pictures of Campanula campanulata. Then I learned something about it
Perennial grass, 40-125cm high. Stems erect, sometimes branched at upper part. The leaves are long petiole, long ovate to heart-shaped ovate, sessile in the upper part, elliptic, long ovate to ovate lanceolate, 7-15 cm long and 1.7-7 cm wide; all the leaves have sharp serrated edges, and the stems and leaves are almost glabrous or sparsely white hirsute or densely covered with white villi. There are several flowers in the head, usually many, in addition to the top of the stem there are many single closed inflorescences, each flower has a different size of bract, in the middle of the flower head first open, so its bracts are also the smallest; calyx lobes are subulate; corolla is purple, blue purple or blue, tubular bell shaped, 1.5-2.5cm long, 5-lobed to the middle. The capsule is obovate in shape. Seeds oblong, oblate, 1-1.5mm long. The flowering period is from July to September.
Campanula is so cute!!! Campanula in the opposite of my home, there is a house, green tile wall. There was a little girl in the dark room. She is an orphan, her parents died early, only she and her two-year-old brother depend on each other.
In front of her window was a pot of green bluebells. Every day when the little girl came home from school, she looked at the bluebells and sang:
"Yaya wants her mother,
Yaya wants her mother.
Mom, where are you,
Look how gorgeous the flowers are.
The sky blue flowers are shaking in the wind,
It's like a fairy's brocade. "
Campanula did not bloom, she wanted to bloom, she knew that she could not open now. Campanula is too small. It has only been growing for five months. It is impossible for him to blossom in these days.
The girl sings to the wind chime grass every day, which is heartbreaking. The wind chime grass is shaking, trying to comfort the girl, but what can this do? She can't speak. How can the little girl hear her? She knew that she would only be happy if she had flowers.
One day, the little girl came home with a sad face. She said to herself, "the school wants us to prepare blue skirts, but where can we find them?" The wind chime grass inclines to listen, thought: how to do? I can't give a little girl a skirt The bluebells also lowered their leaves. "I'm going to dance in this dress in three days..."
At night, wind chime grass quietly placed in front of the window, at this time, flew a bird, "bird, bird!" The wind chime grass calls softly. "Beautiful grass, what can I do for you?" The bird came and asked. "My little master wants a skirt, but he doesn't have the money to buy it. Birdie, do you have any way to let the little master have a blue skirt?" The wind chime grass said. "Well..." The bird thought: "yes, but you have to open flowers, let me pick, make a dress. But you won't be able to bloom again for the next ten years "I agree!" She thought, the little girl raised me and helped me, but I didn't open flowers for a few years.
What really worried her was whether she could blossom beautiful flowers. You know, she was too young. "Bird," said the bluebell grass, "can you let me have flowers?" "flowers?" The bird said, "you can do it. I heard my mother say, as long as there is a strong love in the heart of the flowers, is sure to be able to open the world's most beautiful flowers! Because it is the crystallization of love "Well Thank you... "
The bluebells fell asleep. Suddenly, she felt a warm fog at the bottom of her heart, slowly rising
Campanula opened her eyes and looked at the opposite mirror as before. There was only a touch of green in the mirror. She shook her head in disappointment. Suddenly, blue flashed across! Her head out of blue flowers, dancing in the wind. She enjoyed the flowers as if she were looking at her precious stones. But the little girl didn't notice.
Another silent night, suddenly, the birds came. "Campanula! You really have flowers Said the bird in surprise. "Yes! Would you please take it off and make a skirt for the little girl The wind chime grass says sincerely. "Well." The bird took the flower carefully in its mouth and flew away.
The next morning, the bird did not come, and in the evening, the bird flew by with a sky blue dress in its mouth. The dress was very ordinary, but it had a faint fragrance of flowers. "Great! How beautiful! The little girl must be very happy! " "Yes! But you won't bloom again Said the bird with regret. "It's OK!" The wind chime grass said.
The little girl ran over and saw a dress on the windowsill, a skirt as blue as the sky. "Great!" The little girl stroked her skirt and her tears fell. Late at night, the little girl fell asleep with her skirt in her arms. In her dream, there are innumerable bluebells, which are swaying with the wind, like a wave, a blue wave and a wave in the sky.
Later, the little girl moved away. It is said that after dancing in this skirt, she was valued by the school leaders, raised money, lived in the school, and many people donated money to her, so the little girl no longer ran for life.
Ten years later
I saw the little girl again. She had already become an entrepreneur. Just in front of her garden door, there is a pot of Campanula, blue flowers swing with the wind.
Remember the blue dream again