"These flowers and leaves must have been in a lot of pain when they were forced to leave the branches," Ye Jingyu said with heartache, staring at the fallen flowers and leaves on the ground.
“They are too weak, so they are bullied by the wind and rain,” Ye Jinghe replied expressionlessly.
“Although they were forced to leave the branches, they are now with the roots,” Ye Jingyu said.
“Jingyu is right. Fallen petals are not heartless things; they turn into spring mud to nourish the flowers. Although the flowers are damaged by wind and rain and knocked off the branches, they are still affectionate. After they decompose, they will become nutrients for the trees and protect their growth,” Ye Jingchen said to them.
"That's really true!" Ye Jingshu exclaimed in surprise. "Moreover, 'rotten' is originally a bad word that evokes negative associations, but after what my brother said, it suddenly seems like a very noble word!"
"Brother, would flowers and leaves willingly rot and become nutrients?" Ye Jinghe asked, his eyes wide.
Ye Jingchen was momentarily stumped by the question.
Children see things from a different perspective than adults. Adults tend to subconsciously consider issues from their own point of view, but children are more accustomed to thinking from the other person's point of view.
For example, Ye Jingyu was thinking about whether the flowers and leaves would feel pain when they left the branches.
Yeh Ching-yu, however, believes that although the flowers and leaves have left the branches and fallen to the ground, they are still together with the roots and stems, and therefore cannot be considered separated.
As for Ye Jinghe, he probably empathized with the fallen flowers, which is why he asked this question.
Flowers falling from branches are a sacrifice; their decay and transformation into nutrients are an act of dedication.
Because of this poem, people admire the selfless dedication of fallen flowers, but it seems that no one ever cares whether they willingly fall from the branch and turn into mud, whether the process of decay is painful, or whether they willingly become the tree's nourishment.
No sacrifice should be taken for granted.
However, every life in nature has its value and meaning. The process of fallen flowers turning into spring mud is also a manifestation of following the laws of nature, symbolizing the cycle and transformation of life.
"Flowers bloom because the branches and leaves provide them with nutrients. They are grateful to the branches and leaves, so at the end of their lives, they give back to the branches and leaves with their own lives."
"We humans are the same. For example, I raise you when you're young, and when you grow up, you'll take care of me when I'm old. It's a cycle between us. Xiao Jinghe, are you willing to take care of me when I'm old?" Ye Jingchen wasn't Luo Hua, so he couldn't answer Ye Jinghe's question and resorted to a little trick.
"Of course I'd like to, but my brother isn't old!" Ye Jinghe said, not entirely pleased.
After all, there was only a four-year age gap between him and his brother.
"So, I think the fallen flowers and leaves are willing too. After all, with the nutrients they provide, the trees can sprout new branches and bloom beautiful flowers again next spring. They are essentially reborn," Ye Jingchen said with a smile.
They are still too young to talk about life and death, so Ye Jingchen steered the conversation back on track.
"Jingming, what about you? What are your thoughts?" he asked Ye Jingming, who hadn't said a word until now.
"The flowers and leaves on the higher branches have been damaged by the wind and rain and have all fallen, while the flowers and leaves on the lower branches are still on the branches," Ye Jingming said slowly.
"You've observed very carefully!" Ye Jingchen gave him an admiring look. "A tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind, and a person who excels above others will be criticized by the masses. Being a person is actually like a flower. A flower that blooms high up is eye-catching and more easily noticed, but when the storm comes, it is also the most vulnerable to being destroyed."
"When we are in a high position, our every word and action is scrutinized and we are the center of attention. But at the same time, we are also easily subjected to jealousy, criticism and attacks from others."
“But we were born to stand at the highest point,” Ye Jingming said.
He spoke with the most domineering words with the most indifferent expression, yet left no room for argument.
"Then how should we withstand the ravages of wind and rain?" Ye Jingyu asked with a bitter face.
He agreed with his second brother's words, but he did not want to endure the ravages of wind and rain.
Ye Jingchen looked around and searched for a long time before finally spotting a flower bud standing high on a branch.
"Look at that flower. Although some of its petals may have been knocked off by the wind and rain, it still stands strong on the branch," Ye Jingchen said, pointing to the flower bud.
"Therefore, nothing in this world is absolute. Although it is dangerous to be at the top, as long as you are deeply rooted and strong, you can be fearless of any storm!"
"Of course, unity is also crucial. It is because the petals of that flower are united, protecting the most vulnerable pistil layer by layer, that it is able to survive the ravages of wind and rain."
The children all looked thoughtful.
Because of the teaching trip, Ye Jingchen and his group arrived at Chengqian Palace much later than usual. The emperor was getting impatient as they waited for a long time and even sent Zhang Shunde to greet them.
They also brought gifts for the emperor this time, but it wasn't Ye Jingchen who sent them; it was Ye Jinghe who did.
The gift was the flower bud they found on a high branch along the way.
The wind and rain did not destroy it, but it was picked by someone.
“This flower is so resilient; Father Emperor will surely love it!” Ye Jinghe said expressionlessly.
"It has worked so hard to withstand the wind and rain, wouldn't it be better to leave it on the branch?" Ye Jingshu couldn't help but ask.
She originally didn't want to pay attention to Ye Jinghe, but she felt that Ye Jinghe had gone too far.
"Fifth Brother, since it doesn't want to leave the branch, why are you forcing it?" Ye Jingyu asked, equally puzzled.
“A flower’s blooming time is only so long, whether it’s on a branch or in a vase, it makes no difference. Perhaps it will bloom longer in a vase.” Ye Jinghe began his sophistry.
"Moreover, it may go unnoticed when it stands on a branch, but when it's in a vase, many people will appreciate it."
“The world is so vast, but the vase is so small. It certainly doesn’t want to stay in the vase,” Ye Jingyu argued with him.
"You're not it, how do you know it doesn't want to?" Ye Jinghe retorted casually.
Ye Jingyu frowned. "It definitely doesn't want to. Who would willingly be trapped in a bottle?"
"There are so many flowers in the Imperial Garden, how many will actually be seen by Father? It is an honor for the flower to be picked and presented to Father!" Ye Jinghe suddenly delivered a fatal blow.
Ye Jingyu instinctively wanted to refute, but before he could speak, Ye Jingchen ordered the palace servants to pluck flowers.
Ye Jingyu sometimes speaks very bluntly, and Ye Jingchen can't give him the chance to say anything outrageous.
"Flowers bloom in the most conspicuous places because they want to be admired. Jinghe picked it and gave it to Father Emperor as a sign of his filial piety. Father Emperor will have Eunuch Zhang treat this flower well," Ye Jingchen comforted Ye Jingyu.
Ye Jingyu was a child who grew up being loved, so he has a strong sense of empathy, which is very rare for a prince!
Zhang Shunde, the eunuch who was ordered to welcome the guests, had not even seen the princes and princesses when he heard Ye Jingchen's voice. He immediately felt that the heavens were going to kill him.
"What if this flower just wants to admire itself in solitude?" Ye Jingshu asked, somewhat displeased.
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