"As soon as I heard the banging, I went to Liuzhou and threw ten thousand barrels of gold overnight.
A ray of light inspires the imperial soul, and ten thousand poems become prosperous songs.
I don't have a chance to collect smoked books, but I have a heart to save the rich and help the poor.
Look at a frame of jade as usual, don't imitate Ouyang Qiu Sheng. "
On this windy night, I silently read poems, quietly thinking about my hometown, those who are close at home, and those who accompany me along the way, and I feel a warm current in my heart.
I grew up in my hometown, which is a quiet and gentle mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers. More are tall poplars, vigorous locust trees, robust willows, apple trees, pear trees, buttonwood trees with fat leaves, and those sour pear trees, pear trees in the mountains, dates, sour thorns, Cambodian seeds, dense and lush, and some have nothing.
Only in autumn, poplars are golden, pear trees are red, and oil paintings are everywhere. A gust of wind blew, the leaves were singing, and even the small leaves of Sophora japonica were as beautiful as rain. At that time, our children had no oil pastels and no toys. Orchards on the hillside by the river are our world.
We picked the largest and most beautiful leaf, rolled it up gently, and inserted the petiole gently through the page, which is a bird with wings. Or, gently tear the leaves in half along the main vein from the tip of the leaf, connect the roots, then cross the two leaves, roll them up, and let the petiole pass through the intersection of the two leaves, and a lovely bird with only two wings will be made. When we catch birds in the wind, we are "quack quack …" Like magpies, leaves fall one after another, flying like butterflies, and we run among trees like birds.
Those leaves are our closest playmates and the most beautiful toys in our hearts. Sometimes, we will pick up the leaves of poplar, tie the petiole with a head rope and make a shuttlecock kick. The shuttlecock made of leaves is durable, but the leaves are smooth and a little hard, not as soft as the seven-leaf flower. They always feel uncomfortable kicking around, so we tied one end with a long rope, pulling and playing around.
We will also string leaves of different colors and shapes into necklaces and skirts, hang them on our chests and tie them around our waists, and those simple and happy days will be as colorful as leaves.
Until one day, I saw a kind of leaves I had never seen before. I was about twelve or thirteen at that time. I had the opportunity to go to that city with my grandmother. There is a beautiful girl named Tingting in this city. According to seniority, I will call her "Ya Ya", which is what city people call "Aunt". Actually, she is several years younger than me.
She has thin skin in vain, smiling eyes, submissive hair and clean foreign clothes, while I am just a silly rustic village girl. She has two sisters, and they are all very friendly to me because, they say, they like my composition.
One night, she took me to the Yuquan Temple behind her house. It is a beautiful mountain, with temples, bridges and pavilions, and all kinds of trees and flowers, which I have never seen before in the countryside.
We walked through a forest, and the wind rustled, and a bright yellow made my eyes shine. It's a young tree that just grew up, and it's not as thick as our little wrist. What makes me feel special most is that those small yellow, bright trees are all smiling and singing, all like gentle squints. Tingting picked up a piece for me to see. It is like a small fan, lying gently on Tingting's white hand. It is so lovely and beautiful.
I picked it up and looked at it carefully, holding the thin petiole carefully and looking at the tiny vein through the sunlight for fear of accidentally hurting it. This is the first time I have seen ginkgo biloba. I carefully took some back and put them in my favorite book. Years later, I opened it and saw that it was still the same. At that time, I had grown up.
Later, when I lived in the city, I often saw ginkgo trees on the roadside, which germinated in spring, turned green in summer and golden in autumn. I am always in a hurry, and I have never looked at those beautiful leaves carefully. They are always by my side.
About 2008, at the invitation of a friend, I went to a poetry reading activity. I was lucky enough to go to the courtyard of an ancient residence in Yusheng Lane. To my surprise and shock, there was a ginkgo tree 100 years old.
The trunk is thick, the crown is dense, the ginkgo on the tree is numerous and dense, and the trees are scattered all over the floor. I stood in that ancient yard, under such a lush ginkgo tree, thinking about the changes of more than a century, and then looking at the wooden lattice windows and thick moss shade in the yard, I felt that life was so magical, the years were so vicissitudes, and our sadness, depression and suffering suddenly became insignificant. Looking up the information again, we know that Ginkgo biloba is an ancient tree species on the verge of extinction. It grows slowly and has a long life. It takes 40 years to produce many fruits, which is a "living fossil" in the plant kingdom.
Standing in front of such a "living fossil", I can't help but feel awe and admiration for life and nature. There is always something in the world that will make people humble and calm in an instant, such as the old ginkgo tree.
Because of this opportunity, I have a different feeling about ginkgo. 19 14 years, I worked in a friend's company, and my place of work was at the northern end of Qingnian North Road, with ginkgo trees on both sides of Qingnian North Road.
I remember when I first came to Tianshui City, these ginkgo trees were very small and busy for more than ten years. I didn't pay close attention to them. When I had the heart to see them, I saw that they had grown lush, no longer graceful, but more energetic.
Looking at the wind in early spring, Xiaoye quietly poked her head out and looked at the world timidly. In summer, small fans sing softly on the branches. Every time I walk this road and walk through these ginkgo biloba, my heart is always warm and I feel that my life is much softer. The next autumn, it was the time when ginkgo was dressed up. I left Tianshui and Golden Town in a hurry.
The day before yesterday morning, I had a whim to go out for a walk. Then I strolled to Qingnian Road, which is a very common road in Tianjin, no different from other places. And when I looked back and saw a piece of golden ginkgo on the ground, I stopped silently.
I saw two rows of huge ginkgo trees in the community, blooming like no one's watching, shining with dazzling brilliance like clouds. Suddenly I can't tell whether this is Tianshui Qingnian North Road or Tianjin Qingnian Road, or whether the ginkgo in my hometown arrived overnight or I flew back to my hometown instantly. The same autumn color, the same ginkgo, the same golden color, the same feelings, the same you and me, looking at each other silently across the horizon of time and space, for a moment, tears blurred your eyes, blurred your way home, blurred your face, your voice, your tenderness and long attachment.
Turn on your mobile phone, take some photos and share them with your friends. My friend said that Tianshui is so beautiful, and ginkgo and scenery look like Europe. I think Wan Li, thousands of miles away, should be my hometown. At this time, I saw the pictures posted by Jason on WeChat and the poems written by teachers for Ginkgo biloba in Qinzhou micro-journal.
In the rain of ginkgo blossoms on Qingnian North Road, Jason smiled quietly, her long coat was warm, and her red scarf on her chest was like a bunch of bright flowers, which bloomed brilliantly. Ginkgo biloba on Qingnian North Road is warmer because of her smile, and her enthusiasm is more beautiful because of the scenery.
In fact, this street, this ginkgo tree, this memory, these affectionate poems, the road we have traveled and the people who care about us are the most precious fate in our lives. They will accompany us all our lives, or accompany us with their hearts, or look at each other from a distance, or forget each other silently. Every day is really warm and peaceful, because of these, we are full of expectation and warmth.
On the day of emotional prose about ginkgo biloba, my wife came back from a wedding banquet in Shunchang and said, "Comrade Wang, what did I bring you back?" I opened my handbag and was surprised to find that it was actually a bag of my favorite ginkgo nuts. Suddenly I feel that the years are rushing, it is another late autumn, and the ginkgo leaves in my hometown are yellow. So, I took the annual leave and came to Ginkgo Village in Baoshan again in this splendid season.
I remember when I was a child, every year in late autumn, when my father came back from working in the countryside, he would always grab a handful of ginkgo nuts from his military green satchel for our brothers and sisters. I can't wait to run to the stove and put the ginkgo nuts on a small shovel, and then put them in the charcoal of the stove to roast. When I hear the "crackling" sound and see the ginkgo seeds crack from white to brown, I can take them out and enjoy them beautifully.
At this moment, my mother, who was busy cooking, reminded me again: "Xinger, Ginkgo biloba is poisonous, so you can't eat more. You can only take 6-7 pills at a time. Remember to take the needle core out of the nucleolus. " I took it with a grain of salt and finally swallowed it all. That delicious food is the taste of my mother in my memory. Today, although my mother has passed away, I still follow her instructions, no matter right or wrong, and only dare to take 6-7 pills at a time.
Later, I learned that ginkgo grows on ginkgo trees called "living fossils". Ginkgo biloba is the oldest gymnosperm left over from the Quaternary glacial movement. Because its leaves are shaped like duck's paw, it is also called duck's paw tree. Ginkgo trees grow slowly and bear fruit slowly. There are sayings such as "born at the age of 30" and "planting trees, grandchildren have food", so it is also called Gongsun Tree.
Ginkgo trees in my hometown are mainly distributed in Longtu Village, Huzi Village in Dagan Town and Tianping Village in Yangkou Town, and there are also sporadic decorations in other towns and villages. Shanghu Village in Baoshan is affectionately called "Ginkgo Village". There are more than 20 apricot trees scattered in the village, which grew here as early as the Song Dynasty. Who would have thought that they traveled through time and space, experienced the wind of the Song Dynasty, the frost of the Yuan Dynasty, the snow of the Ming Dynasty and the rain of the Qing Dynasty, and witnessed the vicissitudes and glory of their hometown. No matter the climate changes or the world changes, they are still flourishing, fruitful, reproductive and exuding the strength and beauty of life.
Ginkgo biloba is a treasure, and its value has doubled in recent years because of its functions of clearing fire, lowering blood fat, lowering blood pressure, resisting cancer and enhancing human immunity. According to the habits of generations, the local villagers separated ginkgo trees, large and small, for protection and management.
Shanghu Village is a mountainous village with unique culture and natural landscape. Baoshan Hall, a national key cultural relics protection unit and a fully imitated wood and stone building in Yuan Dynasty, is located here. Since ancient times, there has been a belief in the Monkey King and the Monkey King. At the top of Baoshan Mountain, there is a great sacred temple that imitates wood and stone, and a statue of the Monkey King is enshrined in the shrine of the temple. The scriptures on the left and right stone tablets in the temple include the brother gods of "Monkey King" and "Tian Tong King". According to textual research, its gods were written more than 200 years before Wu Cheng'en and The Journey to the West. Later, in the Zhang Jizhong version of The Journey to the West, several plays in which Zhu Bajie married his wife in Gaolaozhuang were filmed in the village. Coincidentally, most of the villagers in the village are also surnamed Gao. Perhaps Wu Cheng'en's Sun Shengda really came from Shunchang Baoshan.
Every year from the middle of 165438+ 10 to the middle of February 12, it is the best time to travel and create photography here. The mountains are dense, the forests are dyed, and the autumn colors are intoxicating. Every autumn in Xu Lai, leaves are colorful, and fruits are everywhere. Every household, adults and children are busy with apricots on their backs, and the whole village presents a scene of harvest, joy and beauty.
There used to be a ginkgo king in the village, vigorous and tall, with a height of more than 30 meters and a trunk bust of 7 meters. Like a tall general or a respected elder, guarding the village and the weak ginkgo. Every spring, it feeds the next generation by pollination. Under the big tree, adults leisurely pull their families, children play around the tree king, and puppies chase each other. The whole village is warm and peaceful.
A few years ago, the tree king still couldn't bear the impact of years and finally fell down. Suddenly, the village seems to have lost something, a feeling of loss and sadness. Every time I come here, I will consciously or unconsciously look at the place where the tree king once grew up. For some reason, this ginkgo tree has remained in the depths of my memory, but I can't erase it if I want to. When I came here again this year, I was surprised to find that the surrounding ginkgo trees have thrived and the village has taken on a different look. At this moment, I finally understood that the tree king left in a hurry to let the young tree grow up as soon as possible. He gave it the sunshine, soil and water that should belong to it. It left the hope of life to future generations, and the tree king did not die. This is the transmission of love and the continuation of life.
It suddenly dawned on me that this ginkgo tree, like my parents, has sheltered us from the wind and rain for many years. With its upright personality, optimistic attitude, unremitting will to strive for self-improvement, selfless dedication and filial piety, it has silently set an example for future generations and inspired us to move forward.
I miss you, Ginkgo biloba, and I don't know why you are also called Gongsun Tree. But most people call you ginkgo, which is easy to understand.
I know that your characteristics don't care that you have auspicious fruit, the skin is as white as silver and the nucleolus is rich in nutrition-needless to say, this is enough for your characteristics.
But most people don't know that you are the oldest and most advanced flowering plant. Your pollen and ovules behave like animals, and you are a treasure preserved by human beings.
You can't exist in nature, but you still stand upright, singing the triumph of human victory in space.
You saint of the East, you living monument to China culture, you only have it in China, but most people don't seem to know it.
I have been to Japan, and Japan has you, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. China culture has existed in Japan for as long as you have lived in Japan.
You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, especially you.
But it's not because you are a specialty of China that I particularly like it. Because you are beautiful, true and kind.
How straight your stems are, how vigorous your branches are, how green, how clean and how delicate your fan leaves are!
In summer, how many temples have been crowned with towering clouds, and how many working people have been crowned with cool canopies.
Although the phoenix tree has your straight end, it is not as strong as you.
Poplar has your onion style, but not your solemnity.
The smoky wind will charm you, and birds will come to song for you; God's Hundreds of Gods-If there are God's Hundreds of Gods, I believe that whenever the moon is empty, they will come to the party at your feet.
Autumn comes, butterflies die, your green leaves will turn golden yellow, and butterflies will fly out of the garden.
Aren't you a clever magician? But you don't have the kind of Jianghu atmosphere that makes people hide their noses.
When you are free from everything and your twisted branches stand tall and straight in space, you are not ashamed of the cold wind, frost and snow.
How rough and free and easy. I'm afraid there hasn't been a monk like you since Buddhism.
You didn't give in to your attitude at all, but you didn't despair; Your virtue is as barren as music, but you are not proud; Your famous poem seems to be "transcendental". You care about all plants and trees. You care about everything. But you didn't hide.
Your fruit can nourish people, your essence is not impregnable equipment, or your fallen leaves are also excellent fuel for ignition.
But I'm a little strange: strangely, everyone in China seems to have forgotten you for a long time, as if from ancient times.
I can't find your name in China's classics. I seldom see China poets praising your poems, and I seldom see China painters describing your paintings.
What the hell is going on here? You are the eternal witness of China culture. Don't you find it strange?
Ginkgo biloba, the people of China have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, everyone likes to eat your ginkgo. But I did forget about you.
There are people in the world who can't tell silence from wheat, but they have never forgotten your example for so long.
Really, isn't the capital the first good area? But I seldom see your shadow. Why are acacia trees all over the street and eucalyptus trees all over the garden?
I miss you so much, Ginkgo! I hope you don't forget China.
A little dangerous. I am afraid that if you are unhappy, you will disappear from the land of China.
In the air of barium in China, you will never hear your songs praising life.
Ginkgo biloba, I really hope, I hope China people can eat more of your ginkgo biloba, there will always be a big one, and they can worship you more.