After being in a foreign country for a long time, sometimes it is inevitable to miss the motherland. I miss it very much. I also thought about it: it would be great to draw a picture and draw the face of the motherland and hang it in front of me all the time. I discussed this idea with a comrade who is good at Dan Qing and asked her to draw. She said, "This is a difficult problem. What should we draw? Draw a little water, one person and one thing, not even. Besides, the color is difficult to adjust. Even if you adjust all the colors, how can you draw the face of the motherland? " I also thought about it, so I put the whole idea aside.
In February this year, I came back from overseas and set foot in Kunming, feeling drunk. I come from the north. Seasonally speaking, the north may just be stirring snow, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, but Yunnan is diligent in spring, destroying flowers everywhere like women.
The favorite place to spend flowers is Huating Temple in Xishan Mountain. Less than the temple gate, you can smell a thin fragrance from a distance, which goes straight through people's hearts and lungs. This is plum blossom, including red plum, Bai Mei, green plum and cinnabar plum. Every plum blossom is a poem. Magnolia is a little disabled, but the delicate yellow is then. That spring scenery is many times deeper than the water in Dianchi Lake.
In fact, this is not the deepest spring scenery. Look at that tree, as high as the eaves of Huating Temple. Among the glossy green leaves, there are thousands of double flowers, so red, and each flower is like a burning flame. This is the famous camellia. Without Camellia, it is not easy for you to understand the beauty of the poem "Spring is as deep as the sea".
This is a good time to see camellias. I swam through Huating Temple and once again braved the drizzle to visit Black Dragon Pool, which are all places of interest to see camellia. I thought camellia must be very rare. I don't want to see a scarlet flower shining next to the bamboo fence hut from time to time during my trip. Listening to a friend said, "This is not unusual. In Dali, almost every household has camellia. As soon as the flowering period arrives, all kinds of flowers are competing to open and beautiful. "
I can't help thinking about Camellia. Camellia is very beautiful. Everything good in life is created by labor. Who watered the flowers day and night with his own sweat, raised the seedlings like his own children, and finally cultivated such beautiful flowers? We should thank those who beautify our lives.
Pu Zhiren is such a skillful craftsman that I will meet him in Cuihu. There are many camellias in Cuihu Lake, which bloom well. A large piece of red is simply a colorful cloud that falls on the shore of the lake. Pu Zhiren led me away in the camellia, pointing to this one called the big agate and that one called the snow lion. This is a butterfly wing, and that is a big purple robe ... with many names and colors. Later, he climbed the twig of a tea tree and said, "This is called boy's face. It blooms late, just now. It looks crimson when it is opened, but it looks best. "
I asked, "As the saying goes, it's easier to see flowers than to grow them-it must be very difficult to grow camellias?"
Park Ji-jen replied: "It's not very difficult, and it's not very easy. Camellia has some characteristics, because of the watery climate, everything must be careful. Afraid of the wind and the sun, I like half yin and half yang best. I hate bugs the most. There is a kind of bug. If you get in, this flower will die. I don't know how much to worry about all year round. "
I asked again, "A camellia will not live long, will it?"
Park Ji-jen said: "Life is long. There is a pine nut scale in Huating Temple, which belongs to the Ming Dynasty. It's been over 500 years. When the flowers bloom, they can bloom more than 1000. "
Unexpectedly: I didn't expect the camellia tree seen in Huating Temple to have such a big history.
Pu Zhiren misunderstood my meaning and quickly said, "You don't believe me? There is an older tree on the ground in Dali. According to the old man, it has been in bloom for thousands of years, and there are countless trees, all of which are called Wanye tea. The trunk is so thick that several people can't hold it. " Then he stretched out his arms and made a hug gesture.
I eagerly watched his hands covered with cocoons and stained with fresh soil. I looked at his face again, and his eyes were engraved with deep wrinkles. I don't need to ask him more about his life, so I can guess that he is a middle-aged man who has been worried. If he leaves you and walks into the crowd, he will disappear immediately and will never be easily found again-he is such an extremely ordinary worker. However, it is such people who work hard all month long and devote all their energy to cultivating flowers and trees and beautifying our lives. This is how beauty comes into being.
Just then, a group of children came to see Camellia, their bright red faces upturned, smiling sweetly and chattering nonstop.
I said, "The boy's noodle tea is open."
PuZhiRen one leng, immediately realized. He smiled and said, "Really, there is no camellia that is more beautiful than this boy's face."
An idea suddenly jumped into my mind, and I had the idea of drawing a picture. If you draw a blooming camellia with the strongest and brightest cinnabar, wouldn't it symbolize the face of the motherland? I wrote down this simple idea and sent it to the experts of Danqing who are far away from home. Maybe she will reconsider and draw me a picture.