Autumn Colors
Just after the autumnal equinox, I felt a sudden increase in coolness. When I go for a walk on the beach in the morning, I feel that the blue sea is bluer than before; the sky is also higher than before.
Looking back to Gumo Ridge, oh, the autumn colors are getting thicker. What lovely autumn colors! I really don’t understand why Ouyang described autumn in such a chilling, terrifying, desolate and gloomy way when he was writing "Ode to the Sound of Autumn". In my opinion, spring with brilliant flowers and trees is lovely, but autumn colors with fruits everywhere are even more joyful.
Autumn is more prosperous than spring.
Autumn is richer in brilliant colors than spring.
Look, the persimmon trees in the valley to the west are so beautifully red. It was like a fire, dazzlingly red. Many poets and painters from ancient times to the present have praised the color of maple leaves. However, compared with persimmon trees, maple leaves are much inferior.
There are also apples. The famous red banana apple is also so red, so bright, and so cute; It is studded with red fruits that look like onyx; the grapes are even more colorful, the kind called "crystal", which are long, green, and crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade. and the kind called red roses are purple with bright colors, round and lovely, just like a string of purple pearls. ...
Oh! What a charming autumn color!
I like this gorgeous autumn color, because it means maturity, prosperity and prosperity, but also happiness, joy and Wealthy and strong.
Ah, what a splendid and enchanting autumn color, what an exciting and prosperous scene! Here, we can’t see the “bleak color and hazy smoke” described by Ouyang Xiu at all. The desolate scenery of "clouds gathering... its meaning is depressed, and the mountains and rivers are lonely", not to mention the sad autumn mood of "the bright red ones are the dead trees, and the black ones are the stars".
What you see is only the colorful harvest scene and the vigorous and prosperous atmosphere. Because here, autumn is not a symbol of aging in life, but a symbol of prosperity. Writing this, I suddenly understood why Ouyang Xiu described autumn in such a chilling and sad way, because he was not only writing about the seasonal autumn, but also the reflection of that era and that society on the author's thoughts. I can boldly say that if Ouyang Xiu lived today, his "Ode to the Sound of Autumn" would definitely have a different content and a different color.
I love autumn.
I love the autumn of our time.
I hope this beautiful autumn color will stay in the world forever.
"Lychee Honey" by Yang Shuo
As long as flowers, birds, grass and insects can be painted, the original ones are often popular. Bees are a favorite of painters, but I don't like them very much. It's ridiculous to say that. When I was a child, I once climbed up a tree to pinch begonia flowers, but I was stung by a bee. The pain was so painful that I almost fell down. An adult told me that bees do not sting easily because they must mistakenly think that you are going to hurt them. Once stung, it will exhaust its life and will not live long. After hearing this, I felt sorry for the bee and forgave it. But from then on, whenever I saw a bee, I felt emotionally lumpy and uncomfortable.
In April this year, I stayed at Conghua Hot Spring in Guangdong for a few days. Surrounded by mountains, with a pool of spring water in its arms, the thick and green scenery is like a green landscape painting. The night I first went there was a cloudy day. Occasionally I leaned against the building window and looked out: It was strange, why so many dark hills appeared out of thin air in front of the building, one after another, rising and falling continuously. I remember that in front of the building is a relatively flat garden, not a mountain. What kind of illusion is this? I rushed to see it at dawn and couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that there are lychee trees all over the field, one after another, and the leaves of each tree are so dense that they don't look like hills at night.
Lychee may be the freshest and most beautiful fruit in the world. Su Dongpo once wrote a poem like this: "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will live a long life as a Lingnan native." This shows the beauty of lychees. It just happened that I came at the wrong time. The trees were full of light yellow flowers, which were not outstanding. The new leaves are light red in color and are more beautiful than the flowers. It takes about three months from flowering to fruit ripening. It seems that I can’t wait to eat fresh lychees in Conghua Hot Spring.
It’s time to eat fresh lychee honey. Some people may not have heard of this rare thing, right? There are as many lychee trees in Conghua as the vast ocean. During the flowering season, the fields are buzzing with noise. The bees are so busy that they forget about morning and evening. Sometimes they even take advantage of the moonlight to collect flowers and make nectar. The characteristics of lychee honey are pure color and high nutrition. Most people who live in hot springs like to eat this honey to nourish their spirit. The kind-hearted comrade also got two bottles for me. As soon as you open the cork of the bottle, there is such a sweet aroma; when you mix it to half a cup and drink it, the sweet aroma is refreshing and has a bit of fresh lychee flavor. Drinking such good honey, you will feel that life is sweet.
I felt emotional and wanted to see bees, which I had never liked.
Deep in the lychee forest, a corner of a white house is faintly revealed. It is the apiary of Hot Spring Commune, but it has an interesting name, "Bee Building". It's very spring, and the flowers are in full bloom. As soon as you walk into the "building", you can see swarms of bees coming in and out, flying here and there. The bustling scene will make you think: maybe the bees are also rushing to build some new life.
Beekeeper Lao Liang led me into the "building". Call him Lao Liang, but he is actually a young man with very delicate actions. Probably because Lao Liang wanted me to learn more about the life of bees, he carefully opened a wooden beehive. There were a row of boards in the box, and each board was full of bees, crawling squirmingly. The queen bee is dark brown and extremely slender. Every bee is willing to feed her with the flower essence collected.
Lao Liang said softly as if sighing: "Look at these little things, how obedient they are."
I asked: "How much can a swarm of bees like this harvest in a year?" Honey?"
Lao Liang said: "It can cut dozens of pounds. Bees like to work the most. The weather in Guangdong is good and there are many flowers. Bees make a lot of honey all year round. , their own food is limited. Every time you harvest honey, leave them a little sugar, which is enough for them to eat. They never fight or care about anything, and they continue to work and make honey, working tirelessly all day and month... ..."
I asked again: "It's such a honey, aren't you afraid of something harming it?"
Lao Liang said: "Why aren't you afraid? You have to be careful of insects crawling in, Beware of bumblebees. Bumblebees are the most evil ones. They often land at the entrance of bee nests and do bad things. "
I smiled and said, "Oh! How to deal with bumblebees in nature. What?"
Lao Liang said: "Drive it away! If you can't drive it away, kill it. If you let it stay there, it will kill the bee."
I remembered a question. , asked: "But, how long can a bee live?"
Lao Liang replied: "The queen bee can live for three years, and a worker bee can live for up to six months."
< p>I said: "So life is so short. Don't you always have to clean up dead bees outside the hive?"Lao Liang shook his head and said: "Never. Bees are very sensible and live to their limit. After a few days, I quietly died outside and never came back."
My heart couldn't help but tremble: What a cute little creature, asking for nothing from others, but giving wonderful things to others. Rhyme stuff. Bees are brewing honey, and they are brewing life; they are brewing the sweetest life not for themselves, but for human beings. Bees are insignificant, but bees are so noble!
Through the lychee forest, I gazed at the fields far away in silence, where farmers were standing in the paddy fields, diligently dividing and transplanting the rice. . They are using labor to build their own lives, and they are actually brewing honey - brewing the honey of life for themselves, for others, and for future generations.
In this dark night, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I turned into a little bee.
"Little Orange Lamp" Bing Xin
This happened more than ten years ago.
On the afternoon of the day before the Spring Festival, I went to the outskirts of Chongqing to visit a friend. She lived above the township office in that village. I walked up a dark, narrow staircase and entered a room with a square table, a few bamboo stools, and a telephone on the wall. Then I entered my friend's room, separated from the outside by only a curtain. She was not at home, but there was a note on the table in front of the window, saying that she had to go out temporarily for something and asked me to wait for her.
I sat down at her table and picked up a newspaper to read. Suddenly I heard the door of the outer room creaking open. After a while, I heard someone moving the bamboo stool again. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only eight or nine years old, with a thin pale face, purple lips from the cold, very short hair, wearing very shabby clothes and a pair of barefoot straw sandals, who was boarding the mountain. I got on the bamboo stool and wanted to pick off the receiver on the wall. He seemed surprised when he saw me and retracted his hand. I asked her: "Do you want to make a phone call?" She climbed down from the bamboo stool, nodded and said: "I want XX Hospital, see Dr. Hu. My mother just vomited a lot of blood!" I asked: "Do you know XX Hospital?" What's your phone number?" She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone exchange..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine, and asked her again, "I found the doctor. I'll ask him to come. Whose house should we go to?" She said, "As long as you say that Wang Chunlin's family is sick, she will come. "I got through the phone call. She thanked me gratefully and turned around to leave. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far away?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest. Just walked there. "With that said, I went downstairs.
I went back to the back room, read the newspaper front and back, and then picked up a book called "Three Hundred Tang Poems". Halfway through, the sky became darker and gloomier, and my friend hadn't come back yet. I stood up bored and looked out the window at the confused mountain scenery in the thick fog. When I saw the hut under the yellow fruit tree, I suddenly wanted to visit the little girl. and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought a few big red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag, and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the small house.
I walked gently. Knocking on the door, the little girl just now came out and opened the door. She looked up and saw me. She was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled and waved me in. The room was small and dark, with a wooden bed against the wall. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed, probably asleep. There were blood stains on her head. Her face was turned inward, and only the messy hair on her face and a big bun on the back of her head were visible.
There was a small charcoal stove next to the door, with a small casserole steaming slightly. The little girl asked me to sit on a small stool in front of the stove. She squatted next to me and kept looking at me. He asked quietly: "Has the doctor been here? She said: "I came here and gave my mother a shot... She is fine now."
She said again as if to comfort me: "Don't worry, the doctor will come tomorrow morning." "I asked: "Has she eaten anything? What's in this pot? She smiled and said: "Sweet potato porridge - our New Year's Eve dinner." "I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the small table next to the bed. She didn't say anything, just reached out and took the largest orange, peeled off a section of the peel with a knife, and then used two I gently kneaded the bottom half with one hand.
I asked in a low voice: "Who else is there in your family?" "She said: "There is no one now. My father has gone outside..." She did not say any more, but slowly took out the orange segments one by one from the skin and placed them next to her mother's pillow. . The dim light from the fire gradually dimmed, and it became dark outside. I stood up to leave, and she held me back. She quickly took the big needle with twine and threaded it around the small orange bowl. , like a small basket, carried with a small bamboo stick, and took a short piece of wax head from the window sill, put it inside and lit it, then handed it to me and said: "It's dark, the road is slippery, this candle The little orange light will shine on you as you go up the mountain!"
I took it with appreciation and thanked her. She walked me out of the door. I didn't know what to say, but she said as if to comfort me: " Soon, my father will definitely come back. Then my mother will be fine. "She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally put it in my hand: "We are all fine too! "Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me.
I carried this smart little orange lantern and walked slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange-red light, It couldn't really shine very far, but this little girl's calmness, bravery, and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me.
My friend had come back and saw me carrying the orange! Deng asked me where I was from. I said: "From... From Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise: "Wang Chunlin, that carpenter, how do you recognize him?" Last year, several students at Yamashita Medical College were arrested as communists. Wang Chunlin also disappeared later. It is said that he often delivered letters to those students..."
I left that night In the mountain village, I never heard from the little girl and her mother again.
But since then, every Spring Festival, I think of that little orange lantern.
12 years ago. After that, the little girl’s father must be back soon. She must be fine now that she has a mother, right? Because we are all “well”!
Zhu Ziqing
Me I haven’t seen my father for more than two years, and the last thing I can forget is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father’s errand was handed over. It was a day when misfortunes never come singly. I planned to follow him from Beijing to Xuzhou. My father came home from a funeral. When I saw my father in Xuzhou, I saw the mess in the courtyard and thought of my grandmother again. My father said, "It's like this, so there's no need to be sad. Fortunately, there is no way out!" "
I went home and sold the mortgage, and my father repaid the shortfall; I also borrowed money to pay for the funeral. These days, the family situation is very bleak, half for the funeral, and half for the father's unemployment. After the funeral, my father will arrive I was looking for work in Nanjing, and I also wanted to go back to Beijing to study, so we went together.
When we arrived in Nanjing, a friend asked us to go for a walk, so we stayed for a day. We had to cross the river to Pukou in the morning and get on the bus in the afternoon. Going north. Because my father was busy, he had already decided not to send me away and asked a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly asked the waiter carefully, but he finally felt uneasy and was afraid that the waiter would not be appropriate. After a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old and had already been to Beijing two or three times, so it was no big deal. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to send me there himself. I persuaded him two or three times that he didn’t need to go. He only said, "It doesn't matter, it's not good for them to go!" ”
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket and he was busy taking care of the luggage. There was too much luggage, so I had to tip the porter before I could get through. He was busy talking to them again. Negotiating the price. I was too smart at the time, and I always felt that he was not very nice and had to intervene by himself. But he finally agreed on the price and sent me to the car. He ordered me a chair next to the door. The purple fur coat he made for me was spread out on the seat. He asked me to be careful on the road and to be alert at night, so as not to get cold. He also asked the waiter to take good care of me. I secretly laughed at his arrogance; Oh! And for someone as old as me, can’t I take care of myself? Oh, I think about it now, I was so smart at that time!
I said, “Dad, let’s go. He looked outside the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges." You stay here, don't move around. "I saw a few sellers waiting for customers outside the fence of the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway track, jump down and climb up again. My father is a fat man, so it will naturally be more troublesome to walk over there. . I wanted to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway, leaning forward slowly. It was a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform on the other side. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing that he was trying hard. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears fell quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it, and that others would see it. When I looked out again, he was already holding a scarlet orange and looking back. He left. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away.
When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put oranges on top of my fur coat. So I patted the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed, and said after a while, "I'm leaving; I'll write you a letter over there!" I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. .
In recent years, my father and I have been traveling here and there, and the situation at home has deteriorated day by day. He went out to make a living as a young man, supported himself by himself, and did many great things. Who knew that Lao Jing was so decadent! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. When he is depressed in his heart, he will naturally express it outwardly; trivial matters in his family will often make him angry. He gradually treated me differently than before. But after not seeing each other for the past two years, he finally forgot about my faults and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me. He said in the letter, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts a lot, and I have a lot of inconveniences in lifting chopsticks and pens. I think my death is not far away." I read this , in the glistening tears, I saw the fat man's back again, wearing a green cloth cotton robe and a black cloth mandarin jacket. well! I don’t know when I will see him again!
Moonlight in Lotus Pond ·Zhu Ziqing·
My heart has been quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked by every day. It must look different under the light of the full moon. The moon gradually rose, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Runer in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don't know. On a moonless night, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also seem to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person.
Everything you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone; let me enjoy this boundless lotus
The fragrant moonlight is better.
On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer.
Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers, some blooming gracefully, and some shyly blooming; just like
a pearl, and another. Like the stars in the blue sky, and like a beauty just out of the bath. The breeze passed by, bringing with it wisps of fragrance,
like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue.
Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond.
The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like dreams wrapped in gauze. Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of faint clouds in the sky, so it cannot shine brightly; but I think this is just the right thing - a sound sleep is indispensable, but a nap also has its own flavor
. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, but they seem to be painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, just like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell.
On all sides of the lotus pond, far and near, there are trees high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees heavily surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy.
At first glance, they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be seen in the smoke.
Far away mountains are faintly visible above the treetops, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes.
The liveliest things at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the liveliest thing was theirs, and I heard nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was popular during the Six Dynasties.
We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotuses were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs.
Needless to say, there are many people who pick lotus, and there are also people who watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season.
Liang
Emperor Yuan said it well in "Ode to the Lotus Picking":
So the fairy boy Yuannu said in her heart while rowing: [The beneficial bird] returns with its head slowly, and also spreads its feathers
Cup; the boat is about to move but the algae hangs, the boat is about to move but is sailing away. Er's slender waist is bound by plain clothes, and she moves
and delays her steps; at the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are tender and the flowers are beginning to bloom, she smiles for fear of getting her clothes wet, and pulls her train back for fear of capsizing the ship
.
It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.
Then I remembered the sentences in "Xizhou Song":
In the autumn of picking lotus in Nantang, the lotus flowers are more than the heads of people; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just seeing some shadows of running water is
not enough. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found that I was already in front of my own door;
I gently pushed the door and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
Green Zhu Ziqing
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was surprised by how green the Meiyu Lake was.
Meiyu Lake is a waterfall pond. There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. When I walked to the edge of the mountain, I heard the sound of flowers. When I raised my head, a strip of white and shiny water appeared in front of me, embedded in two wet black edges. We first went to Meiyu Pavilion. Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Lake. This pavilion stands on a protruding corner of the rock, and is empty from top to bottom; as if a goshawk is floating in the sky with its wings spread. There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring surrounding it; people feel like they are at the bottom of a well. It's an overcast autumn day.
Slight clouds flowed above our heads; the rock faces and grasses revealed a bit of oily green from the moisture. And the waterfall seemed to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands, and was no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splash of water, glittering and translucent, had many awns; in the distance, like one after another small white plum blossoms, falling one after another like light rain. It is said that this is why Meiyu Lake got its name. But I feel like Yanghua, which is more accurate. When the breeze picks up, the little bits drift away with the wind, and they are even more poplar flowers. ——At this time, by chance, something came into our warm embrace, and we quickly got in, never to be found again.
The shining green of Meiyu Lake attracted us, and we began to chase her divine light of separation and separation. Holding on to the grass and rocks, I carefully leaned down, bowed through a stone dome door, and arrived at the edge of the clear blue pool. The waterfall is between the sleeves; but there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the pool. That intoxicating green! It's like a huge lotus leaf spread out, full of strange green. I wanted to hold her with open arms; but what a delusion this was. ——Standing by the water, looking over there, it actually feels a bit far away! This flat, thick green is really lovely. Her collar is loosely wrinkled, like a young woman's trailing skirt; she fiddles with it gently, like the beating heart of a virgin in first love; she is smooth and bright, as if she has been coated with "varnish", with eggs. It is so soft and tender, making you think of the tenderest skin you have ever touched; it is not mixed with dust, just like some warm jasper, with only one clear color - but you can't see through it. ! I once saw the green poplars on the ground in Shichahai, Beijing, but they couldn't escape the goose-yellow color, which seemed too light. I have also seen the tall and dense "green wall" near Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, covered with endless green grass and leaves, but it seemed too dense. For the rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and the waves in the Qinhuai River are too dark. My dear, how can I compare you to you? How can I compare? Probably the pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green color; it's as if a piece of blue sky has melted into it, making it so fresh and moist. ——That intoxicating green!
If I can cut you a belt, I will give it to that light dancing girl; she will be able to float in the wind. If I can use you as an eye, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; she will become a good person tomorrow. I can't let you go; how can I let you go? I hold you with my hands and caress you like a twelve or thirteen year old girl. I dug into your entrance again and kissed her. I'll give you a name. I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, okay?
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I couldn’t help but be surprised by how green the Meiyu Lake was.
Praise to Maodun Poplar
The poplar trees are really not ordinary , I praise the poplar tree!
When the car is running on the plateau with endless sight, what comes into your sight is a large blanket of yellow and green; yellow, that is soil, uncultivated virgin soil, millions of The shell of the Loess Plateau that was successfully deposited by the great natural forces many years ago; the green ones are the result of human labor's victory over nature. They are wheat fields, blown by the gentle wind, turning up rounds of green waves - at this time you will truly I admire the two words "Mai Lang" created by the ancients. If it wasn't accidentally created by a clever hand, it is indeed the essence of refined language.
Dominated by yellow and green, it is boundless and as open as a rock. If it weren’t for the distant peaks that look like side by side reminding you (you can judge these peaks with your naked eyes, you will know that they are under your feet), you would Forgetting that the car is driving on a plateau, the thoughts that come to you at this time may be "majestic" or "great" and other adjectives. However, at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. "Great" closed his eyes, and another taste grew secretly in your heart - "monotonous"! But isn't it, a bit monotonous?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead - no, or even just three or five, one or two, standing proudly like sentinels, , what will happen to your sleepy mood? I screamed in surprise at that time!
That is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the Northwest, but it is really not an ordinary tree!
It is a tree that strives to reach the top, with straight trunks and straight branches. Its trunk is usually ten feet high, as if it has been artificially made, and there are no side branches within one foot; all its twigs point upwards and are close together, as if they have been artificially made. It forms a bunch, never escaping sideways; its broad leaves are also upward, with almost no sideways, let alone hanging upside down; its skin is smooth and has a silver halo, slightly glowing with light. blue. This is a tree that remains stubbornly erect despite the pressure of northern wind and snow! Even though it is only as thick as a bowl, it strives to grow upward, reaching a height of about ten feet, two feet, towering into the sky, indomitable, and resisting the northwest wind.
This is the poplar tree, a very common tree in the Northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!
It has no whirling posture, no bending and circling branches. Maybe you want to say that it is not beautiful - if beauty specifically refers to "whirlpooling" or "escaping sideways", So the poplar tree is not a good woman among trees; but it is majestic, upright, simple, serious, and not lacking in gentleness, not to mention its unyielding and uprightness. It is a great man among trees! When you walk on the plateau where the snow has just melted and see such a tree or row of poplar trees standing proudly on the flat land, do you think the trees are just trees? Don't you think of how simple, serious and unyielding they are? , at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; how could you not imagine that in the vast land behind enemy lines, there are strong and unyielding sentinels everywhere, standing proudly like the poplar tree, guarding their hometown! Don't you think that the poplar trees, with their branches and leaves closely united and striving for progress, seem to symbolize the spirit and will of those who are fighting today in the North China Plain to write the history of New China with their blood?
Aspen is not an ordinary tree. It is very common in the northwest and is not taken seriously by people, just like the farmers in the north; it has extremely strong vitality and cannot be tortured or oppressed, which is also similar to the farmers in the north. I praise the poplar tree because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also especially symbolizes the simplicity, strength, and progressive spirit that are indispensable in our national liberation struggle today.
Let those who look down on the people, despise the people, and stubbornly regressive people praise the aristocratic nanmu (which also has straight trunks and beautiful shapes) and despise the poplar which is very common and easy to grow. , but I want to praise the poplar tree loudly!
These are thoughtful and artistic prose, and they are very famous!