In a blink of an eye, somehow, the whole Yanyuan Garden became the world of February Orchid.
February orchid is a common wild flower. These flowers are small, purple and white. There is nothing special about the shape and color of flowers. If there are only one or two trees, they will never attract anyone's attention among the flowers. However, it has many advantages. Every spring, when the breeze blows, flowers bloom. At first, there was only one, two, and several. But in the blink of an eye, overnight, it can become a hundred flowers, a hundred flowers, and a thousand colors. The flowers are very imposing.
I have lived in Yanyuan for more than forty years. I didn't pay special attention to this little flower at first. It was not until the year before last, perhaps the year when February orchids were in full bloom, that I suddenly found that I had traveled all over the garden from the small earth mountain next to the building where I lived, and there were February orchids everywhere. Next to the house, under the hedge, in the forest, on the hill, on the slope and by the lake, as long as there is a gap, it is a mass of purple gas, with white fog in the middle, and the flowers bloom incisively and vividly, with extraordinary momentum, and the purple gas goes straight into the sky, even the universe seems to be purple.
In a daze, I suddenly found that February orchid had climbed the tree, some had climbed to the top of the tree, some were struggling to climb, and even the sound of panting seemed to be audible. I'm really surprised: has February Lan really become a genius? Look carefully again, it turns out that some vines of February orchid are also blooming, and the color of flowers is exactly the same as that of February orchid, except for white fog. I really think my hallucinations are interesting. With a clear consciousness, I observed it carefully: except for the flower shape, the color is really the same. Anyway, I know that these are two kinds of plants, and I have a bottom in my heart. However, in a blink of an eye, I still saw February orchids climbing to the branches. Is it true?/You don't say. Or an illusion? -Let it go.
Since I realized the existence of February orchid, some memories related to February orchid immediately came to my mind. Things that were rarely thought of or never thought of before are now thought of; The trivial things that used to be common now seem unusual. I suddenly realized clearly that this very common wild flower actually occupies such an important position in my life. I'm a little surprised myself.
The thread of my memory begins with the small earth mountain next to the building. At first, there was nothing magical about this small earthen mountain, but it was two or three meters high and covered with weeds. When the hurricane blew wildly, every time the people in the whole building were "cleaned" and called to pull weeds, not "greening" but "turning yellow". I secretly hate the number of weeds on this hill every time. Later, for some reason, the mountain pile was raised by one or two meters. In this way, the mountain is quite mountainous. The pine trees in the east and the cypresses in the west seem to regain their youth and are lush all year round. An elm tree in the middle can only be regarded as the great-grandson of pine and cypress in terms of age, but it also has lush branches, and the tall branches pierce the blue sky.
I can't remember when I noticed the February orchid on the mountain. This wild flower probably blooms in different years. In the off-year, only a few pieces are scattered around the hill. In the new year, the front of the mountain and the back of the mountain open into large areas. February orchid seems crazy. We often talk about what flowers are in full bloom, and the word "anger" is really wonderful. Orchids in February are "angry", as if absorbing a primitive force from the depths of the earth. It must have spread all over the world, and the purple gas went straight into the sky, and even the universe seemed to turn purple.
Dongpo wrote, "When the moon is full and sunny, people have joys and sorrows. This matter is ancient and difficult. " But flowers don't seem to have joys and sorrows. They open when they should; It will disappear when it's time to disappear. They "wander around the world", everything goes with the flow, and there is no sorrow or joy in themselves. This is what my February orchid looks like.
However, people, the soul of all things, just have feelings, and there are emotions and sorrows. This is really unnecessary, but there is no way. People are full of enthusiasm for themselves and move their feelings to flowers. "Tears ask flowers for silence", and flowers are of course "silent". If the flowers really "talk", it will scare people! I fully understand these reasons. However, I still hang my joys and sorrows on the February orchid.
When the bodhi old zu was still alive, every spring when the orchid bloomed in February, she often took a small shovel and carried a black schoolbag to look for shepherd's purse in the green grass next to the February orchid. As long as I see her figure shaking in the purple fog of February orchid, I know that the table for lunch or dinner must be filled with the fragrance of shepherd's purse wonton. When Wan Ru was alive, every time she went home, as long as the February Orchid was in full bloom, when she left, she always crossed the purple fog of February Orchid with her left hand and the blue smoke of weeping willows on the lake with her right hand, and took my eyes all the way to the corner across the lake. When Angelababy, the little babysitter, was still in my house, she also became attached to Xiao Shan and February Orchid. I once wrote three sentences in Song Ci: "In the afternoon, I took a couple to find wild vegetables, and at dusk, I held a cat to face the sunset. At that time, I only said that it was very ordinary. " When my kittens nothing and Mimi were still alive, I often saw them on February orchids: one black and one white, which stood out in purple.
These trivial things are too ordinary, too ordinary to be ordinary. However, once upon a time today, the bodhi old zu and Wanru have left us forever. Xiao Ying also returned to his hometown in Shandong. As for nothing and Mimi, they also follow the rules of cats, and they don't know which dark corner in the Yanyuan is waiting for death. The bodhi old zu and Wanru left and took my heart away. Nothing and Mimi are unforgettable for me. Now, although the world is vast and the sun is still shining, I feel boundless loneliness and desolation. Recalling these past events, like clouds, used to be just around the corner, but now it is like Penglai Lingshan, just out of reach.