Dedicated to her mother's roses

 Mother preserved in the bookcase with a dry purple roses, and this is my gift to her from Paris. This one I dry flower shop in Paris with a special processing technology production of dried flowers not only keep the original color and form of flowers, also from time to time, send out a full-bodied fragrance. Dried flower is the European your wife pet, dry flower is put western a kind of fashion, is also the most happy to performance artists one of the forms. I am not fashion, also don't play with therefore. This rose often remind me in a foreign country for a past.
Paris the international metropolis with its natural and unrestrained and romantic charm is well known in the world. Little imagine in natural and unrestrained romantic behind there is so much more sincere and kindness. Mother's day in the morning of the day, I put forward the Latin quarter from Paris along the culture of svalbard street del came to the Elysee palace. I sat next to square for visitors to rest carve patterns or designs on woodwork iron chairs, side rest side before going abroad for my mother memories to pack your bags and situation, as the mother of missing was the domestic. "Sir, how are you!" Suddenly ringing with concise floating voice. I turn head a see, standing right in front of a beautiful and elegant, forceful elegant French girl, and she was wearing a light blue jeans, golden hair on the head of the bright and clean soft dish a horsetail Jiu son, saw her hands hold flowers, smiles to looking at me. "Please put the flowers to your mother?" She said the pass a purple roses. To her this sudden move, I at that time do not know how to is good, but was stunned. Later, my first response is: she is selling flowers. So I freely said: "thank you!!!!! I don't." She and accident and surprised to say: "why? Why?" I shouted at her put a hand said: "thank you! I don't want to buy flowers." "No! No! I'm not selling flowers, is sending them to you!" Her face was the red, with immaculate, full of expectation eyes looking at me. I am at a loss and embarrassed for free and change the idea, have to adhere to the said: "thank you!!!!! I don't." I see her face extreme embarrassment and show the disappointment of appearance, in she recovered in the flowers in his hand, eyes of lolita pity gaze, still holding the a glittering and translucent get rid of tears, then suddenly turned away from me.
Just before she left moment, my heart suddenly rushed a sense of guilt, I feel like failed to live up to her kindness, break her heart. Looking at her far of figure, I have the shock of your life. Leave the Elysee palace, I wander aimlessly in rural street to walk, walk, came to a colourful flower bed, with white which swashbuckling libertine giacomo casanova flower beds of lilac, chrysanthemum, peony, orchids, camellia in my TanTouTanNao, ZhengFangDouYan, bo visitors in favour. "If I collect a bunch of Paris flowers dedicated to her mother. But how can flowers to mother hand?" I whispered. Then I see many people and their mother together, the mother of his with a happy smile. "If I can and mother together should have much good!" I envy ground to looking at them. Through the flower bed, I YangYang offensive to continue to move forward, and soon came to the downtown area. At this moment, Paris the most charming and beautiful scenery to I also lost their appeal, sumptuous palaces and serene holy church, the ancient elegant sculpture, majestic of vigorous, colorful cafe there, have lost the former days the elegant demeanour, bleak from my eyes and shiny.
Burning sun pawn, the sky of dark blue see a cloud, and the Paris hot. At noon I dragged heavy steps into the familiar "Qatar flute restaurant", the absent-mindedly had a good French fast food. "I really want to mother send what gift?" I silently rattle off. Afternoon I went into the four seasons clearing.the radmanovic silk super market, this is the largest shopping mall in Paris, wide variety of goods is too many things to see. Mother's day period, the most busy for Paris businessman, store setting up "mother's day counters," special for her to sell the gifts, such as flowers, CARDS, basket, tape, CD, books, sweets and so on. See these's unattractive meaningless things, eyes and there was the branch purple roses.
In the evening I to a room-the Latin quarter Wagner dew DE hotel. The hotel is located in a spirit, and geir jotham butyl church across the street and hope, hotel and church flanked on each side by a row of tall trees, particularly conspicuous. I suddenly stopped, far far saw her. I can't believe my eyes, after a pause, the zheng big eyes, until sure not in a dream and also not watching TV plays. She stood at the door in the hotel, or the body light blue jeans, holding up a purple roses. "Sir, how are you!!!!! I have been waiting for you." She used timid with doubt eyes looking at me. "This is my first today sent a flower, also is the final, left to you, one of you to your mother?" Before I talk, she has hands will send over the purple roses. "Thank you! Really thank you for your kindness, I represent my mother said sincere thanks to you." I quickly hasten body forward, both hands took this branch is sending out the aroma of rose.
Flowers to female relieved "alas!" A sound, as if completed a holy and difficult mission, face light sweet charming smile, laugh so brilliant, so happy. "How do you know I live in here?" I'm madly inquired. "I see you have the tag backpack." She smiled and his finger in my bag. "Oh! I see." This, I began to understand in the hotel save packet, in the package of the inn on a label, emblazoned with the hotel sign, address, telephone number and fax number, etc. I ask her: "how did you get here?" She said: "here I'm very familiar with, is close to our school." "So are you a student?" "Yes, I read in medical school second grade." "May I know your name?" "Of course, Doris." "Why do you have to send me flowers?" "Why don't you accept my flowers." Doris waving nifty small nose, open a pair of big eyes sparkling, not from cent say to let me explain. I don't know how to explain, easy to say: "my mother lis of north China outside in a city in, I can't the flowers gave her." "Oh! It is like this!" Doris actually believe I made up of reason. We sat in the hotel lobby advanced wide as shrines on the sofa of carve patterns or designs on woodwork wood, in my pressed by, Doris told her story.
Doris was born in Paris long in Paris, real parisians. Dad is Renault car company researchers, my mother used to the opera actor. Doris 15 years old, 39 years old, the mother of cancer took his life. In order to miss mom, Doris with dad at home in the small yard is full of mom's favorite roses. Whenever she sees in flowers, like met his most dear mother, her heart rose is the embodiment of the mother. Then Doris harbor to mother's infinite thoughts and save the world more the desire of the mother's life, walk into medical school, she study medicine, the purpose is to conquer cancer. Mother's day comes every year is exactly the flowers blooming season. Mother's day this day, Doris to in the garden of his own collection of 39 branch charm, fragrant fragrance of roses gorgeous, and then holding flowers took to the streets, these flowers to the mother of all countries in the world, to express the mother and mother's deep love.
"Thank you! Thank you accept my blessing." Doris stood up and came to gently in my a kiss on the cheek. "I want to get back to school today, without a lot of lessons." Said with my farewell wave. I don't know what to say, just tell her: "this rose is the best gift for her best." I stood in the hotel the gate black marble steps, and looked up at her figure gradually disappear in the twilight of gloom and beyond. Return to the hotel, I suddenly remind of, did not leave her address and phone calls, no available for touch. She left a???????I'm a long time to stare at the branch purple rose, she left the mother and mother love the world, leaving in the rose is always good wishes and sincere pure pure like jade good heart.