We saw an old-style single story house far away.  The roof was made of russet tiles, and the walls around the garden were also russet.  Green trees at the back of the house partially covered the roof.  The green against the red attracted my attention.

  Under it, to my surprise, was a flower garden.

  On the other side of the garden, an old farmer was busy working.  When he saw us standing there for a long time, he came and greeted us with a smile.  This place was left by his ancestors.  It had been a flower garden for many years.  Everyone suggested that he plant vegetables that would bring him much more profit.  But he'd rather struggle with flowers.  His children had grown up and left.  But he had not given up.

  I looked at the smiling eyes under a shock of white hair, what could be called contentedness

  His happiness came from the pruning, cutting, fertilizing his flowers.  When the flowers bloom, that is his comfort.

  I thought again about what he said.  My heart was full of his happiness.

  遠遠地，我望見了一座式樣古舊的平房，紅瓦覆頂，四面以紅磚砌牆，屋後的綠樹繁茂的枝葉遮掩了部分屋頂，紅綠相映，吸引的我的視線。

  走近了，更讓我驚喜的發現緊靠牆邊有一大片的花圃。

  花圃的那一端，一個高捲褲腳的老花農正在彎腰忙碌，見我們站久了，笑著過來打招呼，便攀談起來，他說，這房屋和土地都是祖產，多少年來一直種花，傳到他手裡，別人都勸他種稻或蔬菜，利潤遠比花卉高，他一直在困苦中經營，一生做個種花的莊稼人。兒子長大都已遠走他鄉，他仍然不放棄一世的執著。

  我望著他花白頭髮下含笑的雙眼，那就叫滿足。

  他的滿足來自花樹的萌芽、發枝、著葉、吐蕊後帶來連串喜悅，當幼枝逐漸繁茂，花瓣一朵朵綻放，便是他忙碌後最大的安慰。

  我細細品味老花農的話，心中洋溢著感動。