The car is driving on the endless plateau, and what jumps into your field of vision is a large yellow-green carpet. Yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, and the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; What about green? It is the result of human labor defeating nature, and it is a wheat field. The breeze blew and set off a green wave. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if you are not reminded by the distant peaks side by side (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, the feelings that come to your mind may be "majestic", "great" and so on; At the same time, however, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the "grandeur" or "greatness" of the moment, but another smell lurks in your mind-"monotony". Yeah, right? A little monotonous, isn't it?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead-no, or just three or five, one standing proudly like a sentry, what would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise.
That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree.
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificially added, and there are no side branches within ten feet. Its branches are all upward, and they are close together, like a pile of man-made, and will never be separated from each other. Its broad leaves are also upward piece by piece, and there is almost no slanting, let alone hanging down. Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as a bowl mouth, it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it is by no means an ordinary tree.