2. The sentence describing Cinnamomum camphora 1 is dark.
My grandmother's room only has lights on during the day. There are no windows and doors in front, and nave is in front; There are windows and doors in the back. Because of the height of the roof, a shed was built from the main house to the top of the roof, so the light could not enter. Doors are just for people to get in and out, and windows are just for ventilation.
The wooden house in Guanzhou Village, the small room behind the nave shrine wall is a storage room. Because of the tight housing at home, it was changed into my grandparents' bedroom. Narrow, only a small bed.
Darkness, no lights, we must rely on experience and feeling to touch the fixed position of things. This day is a bit special. The sunshine outside is very bright and white.
This too strong light, twists and turns, bumps a little, as if a dark night sends out a faint starlight from the clouds. This is very important and warm. I didn't know it was a bit poetic at the time.
With this faint light, I can almost see the basic shapes of some objects, such as the box on the table in the corner, which is made of camphor tree boards. It's black and old. This is my grandmother's dowry. The things made of camphor wood boards are really different. There are no bugs, and the leftovers in the cupboard are not easy to deteriorate.
What is even more amazing is that the fragrance is constantly distributed, and the room is full of faint fragrance. Clothes stored in the camphor box will also absorb the smell of camphor. When worn on the body, people's heat will slowly evaporate the fragrance, making the human body seem to have a fresh smell. I don't know how others smell it. When you smell it, you will be excited consciously or unconsciously. I will stand tall and pull my clothes, which will make me more energetic and confident.
I went into my grandparents' room to get a gyro and a gyro whip. The fine girl and the fine girl in the stockade are playing gyro vigorously in Sunguping. I want to have a try with them. I have seen them, the sparkling toys I played with, and they are lying next to the camphor box.
Suddenly, I forgot what I was going to do, just staring at the camphor box and lost in thought. I seem to see grandma's hand skillfully and lightly open the box, take out clothes from it and give me a dime.
Unfortunately, I'm actually empty-handed now. I really want to open the box and take out a dime. The box is unlocked and there is no obstacle to opening it.
However, I dare not. "Niu Yazi, are you coming?" Xiang Yazai is calling me.
"coming!" I shook my head, smelled camphor, grabbed the gyro and gyro whip, then took a deep breath of camphor and flew to Sunguping. The result of the game was as I expected, and I beat them.
An important successful experience I summed up is that camphor gas helped me, just like a stimulant. This is my personal secret, which has been hidden in my heart and never spread.
Like three meals a day, firewood is the basic content of our daily life. Xiang Yazi, we get up early every morning to go up the mountain, go back to carry firewood, have dinner, and then go to school.
We often go to the mountain behind the stockade. There is a small ravine called Tutou 'ao, which is the only way for the brigade next door to go to the commune and the only shortcut for us Guanzhouzhai people to work in the western mountainous areas.
There is a big camphor tree in the depression. Camphor trees always like to stand upright. The branches of this camphor tree spread around like dragons. I don't know if it was caused by snow, lightning or man-made damage to its trunk. This outstretched arm is like a giant umbrella, and the wind is strong in mountainous areas, so Tutou 'ao is a good place to enjoy the cool and rest.
Some meritorious people put up several wooden stools under the huge camphor tree. When people come here, they just need to sit down and enjoy the cool. Xiang Yazai, let's have a rest here after we collect firewood.
I looked at the red sign on the giant camphor tree. It was nothing more than this sentence: "Yellow Emperor, Yellow Emperor, there is a crying lang in my family. A passing gentleman read a sentence and slept until dawn. " I saw this camphor tree, like a mother, with open arms, begging passers-by to read her post for her children.
I murmured, "Yellow Emperor, Yellow Emperor ..." My friend also read aloud, "... sleep all night." There is an echo in the ravine, like the singing of giant camphor, and also like the singing of mountains.
We stood up and walked with firewood on our shoulders. The wind blew from behind, and the coolness suddenly penetrated into our bodies. There is also a smell of Cinnamomum camphora that drowns us, as if the body smells of incense both inside and outside. How comfortable we feel, and the motivation of the journey is more abundant, as if a sacred force had been injected into our bodies. We sang a song: "There was a strange Mao Mao who was crying and laughing.
Huang Gui peed and cried till Tou 'ao. Picked up a rotten hat and put it on. Everyone laughed. "
When I got home, I met Xiang Yazai's father. He saw at a glance that there were two camphor trees in Xiangyazi's firewood. He scolded Xiang Yazai and said, "Oh, it's easy for you to make firewood. It's easy to make camphor trees like this, but what's the use? " Xiang Yazai stood still, bowed his head and said nothing.
This morning, Xiang Yazai had a bad stomach and shit several times. We became a load of firewood, and he only took a little, so he got two arm-sized camphor trees mixed in the firewood to make up the number. It's really convenient and quick to pour camphor trees. "You are a big man, still don't know camphor tree can't burn? Stupid pig! " Of course, we know that the older generation said that this camphor tree can't be burned, and there will be no wine after it is burned. The sweet potato seeds and corn seeds hanging under the teahouse floor will not germinate.
We also told him it was not good. Xiang Yazai did not lose to us in chopping wood for himself, so that his face was passable. He found an excuse and said, "This is superstition. I don't believe it. " Cinnamomum camphora is indeed sacred.
It is not difficult to find camphor trees in the mountains, but our families in the mountains rarely have camphor wood utensils and camphor wood boards. Our practice in Guanzhou Village is that ancestral temples, shrines in temples, cupboards, square tables, windows, boxes and some utensils are all made of camphor wood, and other items are generally not used.
I asked my grandfather this question. Grandpa snapped a "megaphone" and talked for a long time. Just get used to it.
I don't think this is the right answer. This question has been hanging on my mind. One year, the old camphor tree in Touao was struck by lightning, and one of them died. A newborn "calf" who is not afraid of tigers in Guanzhou village needs camphor wood boards, so he climbed up the tree to saw dead branches.
Someone in the neighboring village said with a crooked handle that this tree is the patron saint of their village. This tree thrives in other villages and declines in other villages. The patron saint was struck by lightning, and their village was unlucky enough. Who wants to break God's arm? Isn't it worse? this is ...
3. Beautiful words are used to describe the most beautiful posture of Cinnamomum camphora, which often tilts its body, and together with the opposite partners, the whole road is properly built into a green headspace with a semicircle top.
The difference between Cinnamomum camphora and Cinnamomum camphora in Guilin is that its leaves are slightly smaller. As long as you hold the leaves in your hand, there will be a faint fragrance that will last for a long time. The tree will not grow as big as the original Cinnamomum camphora, and its life span will not be as good as that of the original Cinnamomum camphora. It's just that there are more seeds in autumn, which are thicker than the original camphor.
Cinnamomum camphora is not tall, but its branches are thick, extending in all directions and far away. The dense leaves are bright green. Cinnamomum camphora is evergreen all year round. Whether it is summer or winter, they are always so fluffy.
The most dense costumes are those camphor trees that are bent with laughter; Camphor tree is not tall, but it is the most affectionate. It is covered with green leaves, covering all the branches. It looks like a sturdy umbrella, which can shelter people from the wind, rain and sunshine.
Hope to adopt yo!
4. The ancient poem "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store" describing Zhangshu.
Song Kong Wuzhong
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak. The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick. Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
camphor tree
Songshuyue lane
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold. Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
Zhangshu town Wugong temple
Yuanhezhong
Tired of being detained for a long time, a period of relaxation and relaxation. Close to the door of Zen, choose one step to wear moss. It is heavy and loose, and the water is far away. Fragrant flowers, milk birds ring. The empty corridor is clear and the day is long, and the monk sits and talks about Jane. Learn what you don't understand and worry. I knew I would come back when I moved, and I was covered in smoke.
Zhangshu Town works on a boat.
Mingyangji
The farmer is a fisherman in Wusong, and his whole family grew up in Wujiangkou. Slow birds fly first, pedantic behind everyone. The elders in the city don't know each other much, and the children in the village also see bullying. Several times I carefully copied Gao Shi's biography, and there was a poem "Kao Yun" written by Da Zhuan on the wall. In the spring breeze, a hundred herbs were bathed in frost, and the fisherman's case was thrown away. Xu's history is still ridiculous. His wife wants to laugh and describe it as vulgar. It's terrible to ride a horse for a long time. When will you vote? Half-hidden autumn rain smoke cage water, a few cold stars full of pool.