我爱花，所以也爱养花。我可还没成为养花专家，因为没有工夫去研究和试验。我只把养花当作生活中的一种乐趣，花开得大小好坏都不计较，只要开花，我就高兴。在我的小院子里，一到夏天满是花草，小猫只好上房去玩，地上没有它们的运动场。
花虽然多，但是没有奇花异草。珍贵的花草不容易养活，看着一棵好花生病要死，是件难过的事。北京的气候，对养花来说不算很好，冬天冷，春天多风，夏天不是干旱就是大雨倾盆，秋天最好，可是会忽然闹霜冻。在这种气候里，想把南方的好花养活，我还没有那么大的本事。因此，我只养些好种易活的自己会奋斗的花草。
不过，尽管花草自己会奋斗，我若是置之不理，任其自生自灭，大半还是会死的。我得天天照管它们，像好朋友似的关切它们。一来二去，我摸着一些门道：有的喜阴，就别放在太阳地里；有的喜干，就别多浇水。摸着门道，花草养活了，而且三年五载老活着，开花，多么有意思呀！多得些知识决不是坏事。
我不是有腿病吗，不但不利于行，也不利于久坐。我不知道花草受我的照顾，感谢我不感谢；我可得感谢它们。我工作的时候，总是写一会儿就到院子里去看看，浇浇这棵，搬搬那盆，然后回到屋里再写一会儿，然后再出去。如此循环，让脑力劳动和体力劳动得到适当的调节，有益身心，用于吃药。要是赶上狂风暴雨或者天所突变，就得全家动员，抢救花草，十分紧张。几百盆花，都要很快地抢到屋里去，使人腰酸腿疼，热汗直流。第二天，天气好转，又得把花都搬出去，就又一次腰酸腿疼，热汗直流。可是，这多么有意思呀！不劳动，连棵花也养不活，这难道不是真理吗？
送牛奶的同志进门就夸“好香”，这使我们全家都感到骄傲。赶到昙花开放的时候，约几位朋友来看看更有秉烛夜游的味道——昙花总在夜里开放。花分根了，一棵分为几棵，就赠给朋友们一些；看着友人拿走自己的劳动果实，心里自然特别喜欢。
当然，也有伤心的时候，今年夏天就有这么一回。三百棵菊秧还在地上（没到移入盆中的时候），下了暴雨，邻居的墙倒了，菊秧被砸死三十多种，一百多棵。全家都几天没有笑容。
有喜有忧，有笑有泪，有花有果，有香有色。既须劳动，又长见识，这就是养花的乐趣。
I love flowers and hence have taken to growing them. But, short of time to do research and experiment in flower cultivation, I am no gardener at all. I merely take flower cultivation as a pleasure of life. I really don’t care whether or not my flowers will put forth plump and nice-looking blossom. I’ll be delighted as long as they can blossom. In summer, flowers and plants growing in luxuriance in my small courtyard will leave little open space as a playground for the little cats, so they have to sport about in our rooms instead.
I grow many flowers, but none of them are exotic or rare ones. It is difficult to grow a precious flower species. And I feel bad to see a good flower dying of illness. I don’t want often to shed tears over that. But Beijing’s climate is more or less unfit for the growing of flowers. Freezing in winter, windy in spring, and either too dry or too often visited by rainstorms in summer. While autumn is the best of all, it is often plagued by a sudden frost. In a climate like this, it is far beyond my capacity to grow precious flowers of southern breed. Therefore, I only grow flowers and plants that are hardy and enjoy a high survival rate.
Although such flowers are able to weather through by themselves, I, however never ignore them or abandon them to their own fate, for otherwise most of them will probably end up dead. I have to care for them every day as if they were my close friends. Thus, in the course of time, I’ve somehow got the hang of flower cultivation, some flowers which are accustomed to growing in the shade should not be too much exposed to the sun. Those which prefer dryness should not be watered too often.
It gives me much pleasure to know the right way of handling them. How interesting it is to be able to keep my flowers and plants alive and watch them thrive and bloom year in year out! It is no exaggeration to say that there is much knowledge involved in this! And the more knowledge one acquires, the better it is of course.
As I have some trouble with my leg, I can’t move around easily, nor can I sit too long. I don’t know if the flowers under my care are grateful to me or not. However, I wish for my part to acknowledge my thanks to them. I often leave off sedentary work after writing a few dozen words and go to the courtyard to take a look at the flowers, watering them and moving about the potted ones. Then I’ll return to my room to write a bit more. I’ll go through the same back-and-forth process again and again, thus combining mental with manual labour. This is a better way to keep me fit in mind and body than taking medicine.
In case of a violent storm or a sudden change of weather, however, the whole family will have to turn out to salvage the flowers and plants. Everybody will then feel keyed up. By the time when we have managed to move the several hundred potted flowers to the rooms in a hurry, we will be dog-tired and wet with perspiration.
The next day, when the weather is fine, we will have another round of being dog-tired and wet with perspiration in taking all the flowers out to the courtyard again. How interesting it is! Isn’t it true that without doing manual labour, we couldn’t even keep a single flower alive?
It filled the whole family with pride whenever the milkman exclaims on entering our gate, “What a sweet smell!” When the night-blooming cereuses are about to be in flower, we will invite some friends to visit us in the evening to feast their eyes on them—in an atmosphere smacking of nocturnal merry-making under candle lights. When the cereuses have branched out, we will pick some of the flowers and give them as a present to our friends. We are of course especially happy to see them take away our fruits of labour.
Of course, there is a time to feel sad too. Last summer, a rainstorm hit us when 300 chrysanthemum seedlings in the courtyard were about to be transplanted to pots. Suddenly, the wall of our neighbour collapsed and crushed more than 100 seedlings of 30 varieties. The whole family were sad-faced for quiet a few days!
Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, flowers and fruit, fragrance and colour, manual labour and increased knowledge—all these make up the joy of flower cultivation.
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