静静聆听花开的声音,独自享受静谧的夜,天地间充盈着百花盛开的浓郁的或者淡淡的气息,有一种力量润物无声地渗入心灵。双城生活的我,每周在两个城市间奔波。家里那些花花草草,在这“一年半夏”的南粤酷暑中,也只能每周五的晚上和每周一的早晨喝两次水,对它们我唯有心怀愧疚。这个周末傍晚回家,一打开窗子,一阵清香扑鼻而来:那盆沉寂了很久的茉莉,每个枝头都簇拥了很多洁白的花蕾,有些已经绽放。劳累一周的 Quietly listening to the sound of flowers, enjoying the quiet night alone, between heaven and earth filled with flowers in full bloom or a touch of breath, there is a force Moisture infiltration into the soul silently. Twins living in me, traveling between the two cities every week. At home, those flowers and plants are only guilty of drinking water twice a week on Fridays and in the morning on a Monday morning in this “one year and a half summer.” Go home this weekend evening, a window, a scent of fragrant: jasmine quiet long pots, each branch are surrounded by a lot of white buds, and some have bloom. Tired for a week