It not only takes vibrant colors, elegant shapes and heavenly scents to pronounce the synergetic beauty of the flowers. It is but with their delicacy, fragility, ephemerality and the uniqueness of each and every flower, that makes flowers flowers.
Flowers are beautiful. Seeing them bathing their vigorous corollas in the sun, waving up and down with their frisky little petals, dancing with the rhythm of the breeze, makes you re-realize the very essence of life. Unfortunately, there is a beast. A beast we human gave birth to, but born with the defect of immortality, this dreadfully furious beast is now enslaved us. Made tools out of us all. This beast, is known as "Modern Human Society".
Modern Human Society has an unquenchable appetite for development and progress. It demands advancement regardless of the cost; It changes this world too fast, that once our bodies cannot keep up the pace, we will be rejected as foreign objects, causing sky rocketing cancer rate and the flourish of various torturous conditions; It magnifies generation gaps and tampers our relationships, causing domestic problems and sharp ascending divorce rate; It pollutes the earth and warms the globe, causing consequences beyond this article's capacity; It constitutes laws and rules to monopolize democracy, vaporize freedom, and capitalize justice; It reprograms our brains to let us contentedly work our asses off on jobs most of us don't really give a shit about. In fact, under its tyranny, we're so bloody occupied, that we're basically either too busy winning bread for our loved ones, or too tired to give breaks to ourselves. Those who do not aware the damaging effect of this society, going after the prizes it set up, if they went deep enough, they almost always got their perceptibility impaired to the point that they can no longer appreciate any form of beauty from our mother nature, let alone flowers.
Historically, flowers were our all-time-favorite representatives of beauty, from the Chinese idioms like "beautiful as flowers[貌美如花]", splendid as flowers on brocade[锦上添花]", to "faultless as flowers and full moon[花好月圆]", "beautiful as flowers, impeccable as moon[花容月貌]", we're referring flowers as the crown jewels of beauty. Today however, it's a whole different story. The Chinese version of aforementioned beast somehow despise flowers to a much wider and sicker extent. That the mere appreciation of some inexpensive common flowers is more likely been associated with meager income, inferior education, and/or a poorer taste.
Year by year, floral elements faded away from our cups, basins, pillowslips and bedcovers. Generation by generation, flowery characters dropped out from the names of our classmates, colleagues, friends and family. All year round, we stuck in cities where been struck by lightning is more likely than seeing someone staring at some real blooming flowers.
I found this small cluster of perfectly ordinary wild flowers lying on the river bank the other day (picture below). Even with their lovely tiny little buds, it's not enough to set them apart from the whole bunch of them, I'm not sure why I stopped, but when I set my sight on them, It was like two acquainted strangers glancing at each other. I was in such a profound shock, that I couldn't help but took several pictures of them. From that day onwards, whenever I see this picture, I couldn't stop wondering:
Flowers o' flowers. Nameless flowers of yore.
When did your buds bloom? Who did you blooming for?
Where did your pollen blow? How were your petals galore?
Why did we leave you there? What made us care no more?
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