In the south of China at the end of April, it was cloudy, rainy, foggy and unpredictable. Just like people's mood, the temperature rises and falls unexpectedly. At first, I felt the breath of summer coming to my face. Who would have thought that these two days were as cold as autumn, not without relaxation and freedom. Dark clouds, like lead ink, enveloped the silence of the earth, covered the blue sky and white clouds, and gathered the front of the just-arrived summer sun, which seemed to bring the last coolness before the heat. The rain is sometimes dense, sometimes thin, sometimes stopped, and sometimes rested. The rain in late spring also cast a long-term homesickness.
If you are not careful, time seems to have been stolen. There are only a few days left in April this spring. Walking on the edge of the season, people strongly feel the rapid passage of time and the shortness of time, reminding people of the preciousness of time. While April is not yet over and the sky is not hot, I drag the tail of the season and plunge into the room of nature to accumulate more softness and warmth of spring, and strive to be a person like spring, with a soft heart and warm to the sun.
After dinner, I took a walk in the corner of a forest near my home. As far as my eyes can see, I am full of green. If I quit. Birds chirped in the forest, and their voices echoed with silence. There is a faint smell of fresh earth in the cool wind. A master gardener, the branches and top leaves of flowers and shrubs have been carefully trimmed, giving off a strong fragrance of vegetation. The transplanted new plants have also taken out tender buds and leaves, which are full of vitality.
Walking under the camphor tree, a little sweet smell rushed into my nose, sweet, ethereal and greedy breathing, trying to capture from luck and pass through the old fragrance. Reluctantly leaving the station, stubborn memories, inadvertently, I feel that I am still that teenager. The boy who drank camphor leaves and fell into the ancient wells in all directions soaked in clean water like newly picked tea leaves, remembering Emerson's words: "eternal youth is in the Woods."
The wind shuttles between the leafy trees, and the trees are light and deep. The wind blows the hem of the thin coat, which makes people awake and feels just right. Pieces of thick skin jackfruit leaves fluttered happily in the wind, making a crackling sound, like clapping hands warmly. The trunk and waist of the jackfruit tree are hung with large and small bodies like wax gourd, like jackfruit in armor. On the sunny side, the slightly upright jackfruit and slightly yellow and concave thin skin seem to make people see the golden thick and soft sweet flesh and smell the rich fragrance that makes people drool. Summer is the season of fruit, and it also makes people look forward to the arrival of summer.
The leaves of palm trees rustle and dance in the wind. I can't help but think of "a bitter fog and a rain will end my life" and "green shoots and green shoots don't have to go back in the oblique wind and drizzle" ... I think of several big palm trees on the street of Grandma's old parents Mountain when I was a child. People use sickles to cut off the brown hairs on palm trees like zongzi to make durable brooms. Cut off the palm leaves and tail leaves outside the fork to make a "chicken male fan" (cattail leaf fan). Palm leaves are also small umbrellas and props for children to run in the hot sun in summer. The slender leaves of palm leaves are torn into strips and twisted into hemp rope as a tough unbreakable rope for binding. Every year, when killing pigs, pork strips are often tied to the door. Brown bamboo shoots, flowers of palm trees, are natural ingredients. It's delicious to make chicken soup or stir-fry bacon. In the eyes of farmers, palm trees are treasures, and they are also the life and labor wisdom that farmers are closely related to nature. I don't know if people will work in the rain in rural areas, but common hemp fibers are decorations hung on the walls of various rural cultural attractions in the city. The ground in front of us is covered with golden palm flower swaying in the wind.
Pulling away from the past thoughts seems to have crossed time and space, and the lines inadvertently raised in the corner of the eye are also a kind of enjoyment. At that time, I was annoyed by a tall, fiery red tree flower. Red flowers dotted among the green leaves, like a torch lit to welcome summer, clustered in clusters and smiled with the most enthusiastic attitude. Follow the direction of bloom and the flaming tree, and follow the fragrance of the forest. Ran Ran with flaming petals, the separation of dead leaves and scattered yellow flowers spread all over the place, welcoming us and making time feel surprised. How can people still move their feet How can people have the heart to step on this naturally woven colored carpet and get cold in this spring? After some nostalgia, I simply turned around and made a detour.
Walking in the forest for a long time, the clear air wraps you, and the birds are quieter, so quiet that you can hear your own voice, plop plop, and you fall in love with this heartbeat and such a quiet and gentle time.