In the yard of the community, there is only one peach tree. This peach blossom tree still grows under the eaves of other people's houses.
I have always wanted to buy some flowers and plants from the market and plant them in the yard of the community. After looking at it for a long time, I didn't know where to plant it. When I bought a house in this community, it was clearly stated on the drawing that there was a large garden in the middle of the community, with clusters of flowers and plants and fruit trees in full bloom. Looking at the drawings, it seems that this community is a delightful garden-style house. After the contract was signed, it took a long time to see the prototype of the house. In my spare time, I have guessed thousands of times, what kind of flowers should be the beautiful flowers in the community garden, and what kind of grass should be there. I always feel that those blooming pinks look like peach blossoms, and other owners seem to feel the same way as me.
While waiting, I finally got the key one day. Suddenly, I discovered that dozens of garages had been built in the area where flowers and grass were planted. The garden is gone, it seems like it was just a good dream. The community is like a patio, standing high up there. Looking down from upstairs, I can no longer see flowers and plants. Looking for property theory, no one can speak out. Coming and going like this every day, we are like frogs at the bottom of a well.
Fortunately, there is still more than ten square meters of land in the middle, and there seems to be a little bit of emptiness in my heart. Having just moved from the countryside to the city, if there is no soil, people can be suffocated to death. When we moved in, there was nothing in this land, just some construction debris scattered around. Later, I don't know who cleared away the garbage and planted a patch of green vegetables. In short, there is a patch of green, which is pleasing to the eye. With a piece of green, it seems to be alive. Standing on the balcony, you can see many people gathering here and looking at the greenery early in the morning. Later, someone suggested that a few trees should be planted in that piece of soil and a circle of grass should be planted. The proposal was just a proposal, and it sat on the shelf for several years. The vegetable field is still a vegetable field, and I don’t know when a few trees grew up. One is a peach tree, another is a ginkgo tree, and one cannot be named. It may be that the vegetable growers have heard too much gossip and are not willing to act accordingly. No matter what, with vegetables, grass, and trees, it really feels like a living family.
Spring in this small yard begins with the peach blossoms on this tree. I can’t remember how many years have passed since this peach tree became so luxuriant. The peach blossoms are in clusters, like braids, overlapping each other, with graceful branches and delightful blossoms. There is no one in the community who cannot remember this peach tree. Even if relatives and friends come over, they will always praise the peach tree for growing well. Everyone in the community seemed to be radiant because of the peach tree. I really want to thank the owner of the vegetable field. Because of her careful cultivation, the peach blossoms in the tree are so bright and the people in the community are so lively.
Spring came late this year, and the entire community was gray for most of the year. The willows outside are all green, and this community seems to have not come out of winter yet. A few old people seemed a little impatient. Every day at noon, they were busy moving small benches and sitting in the yard waiting for the peach trees to bloom. When the peach trees bloom, spring will come to this small yard. The weather in the small yard will definitely be warm, and the elderly will have hope.
Every time I go downstairs, I unconsciously look at the peach tree a few more times. When I have nothing to say, I will casually ask if the peach blossoms are blooming downstairs. Standing on the fourth floor balcony, I could only see a corner of the peach tree. Sometimes I have to climb to the fifth floor to see her in full view.
Peach blossoms bloom, just overnight. But we never paid much attention. The peach blossoms bloomed as soon as they were told, and they bloomed in a beautiful pink color. Standing upstairs, people in the four-dimensional building come to the window every day and look down at the bright peach blossoms on the tree in the yard. Looking at each other, everyone said hello to each other, and the whole yard was peaceful. When everyone met, there seemed to be more topics to talk about. The peach blossoms are blooming really well this year, many, big, fresh and colorful. Just that one tree made the whole community excited. Every day, there are always many people crowded around the tree. Because of Peach Blossom, everyone began to have more contact and understand each other more. Even the children took their notebooks and walked around carefully under the peach tree, fearing that they would write an article about the most beautiful peach blossoms in spring.
In my hurry, I passed under the peach tree many times, but never took a serious look at the peach blossoms. One night, I asked my wife when the peach blossoms on that tree bloomed so well. My wife said, I don’t know what you have been busy with all day. In a few days, the peach blossoms will all bloom. Who told us that the nature of our work is like this? We leave as soon as it’s dark, and we don’t remember to come back until it’s dark at night. When I came back, I forgot to see the peach blossoms. One night, I deliberately went to see the peach blossoms. I'm afraid that this season has passed and I don't know how long it will take to wait for the next reincarnation. That night, the moonlight was all over the city. The peach blossom is indeed like a beauty, her face is still scorching under the moonlight, and she is so charming and lovely. That night, I walked up to her, held one in my hand, and kissed her softly. She is so soft, so pink, so pretty, and exudes a faint fragrance. The aroma is made of peaches, sweet, delicate and soft, like the morning after a woman takes a bath. I'm really a little greedy with this invitation. A person hides in that night, surrounded by peach blossoms. That night, I was struck by a peach blossom, and even my dream was filled with peach blossoms.
It rained during the Qingming Festival, and everyone else went out to see the peach blossoms ten miles away. I was on duty that day, so I walked to the small yard and held an umbrella to watch the peach blossoms falling. It rained heavily and I saw peach blossoms and flowing water. There seems to be too much sentimentality in this Qingming Festival.
I thought of my father's peach garden when I was a child, and tears fell together with the rain as I thought about it. The mountain spring water I saw when I was a child flows freely in spring. The water flows through my father's peach orchard, through my cheerful youth, and with the profuse peach blossoms. Clear, fine, and soft as silk, that is truly called peach blossom flowing water. That was the most beautiful peach blossom and flowing water I have ever seen in the rest of my life. Even in Yuntai Mountain and Jiuzhaigou, I have never seen it before. We haven’t seen each other for thirty years, and we can never go back to that glorious and pure time.
Time flies so fast, it’s already half April as I speak. There are no other flowers to see in the courtyard of the community. However, those old people still moved small benches and sat under the peach tree. They looked at the petals falling from the trees and seemed to have the same hope as me. Peach blossoms bloom every year, and I don’t know when the next year will come. The community seems to have returned to its original calm, and the peach blossom incident has come to an end for the time being.
Life is still going on, and people seem to have long forgotten the beautiful peach blossoms in the rush.
Today I accidentally saw pictures of peach blossoms in a friend’s garden. Suddenly, I felt a sense of fascination and belonging. Facing a peach blossom, I sat and stared for a long time, just like facing my friend. Could it be that I really regard her as a peach blossom. Thanks to my friend for taking such beautiful photos of those peach blossoms, which made me feel reluctant to part with them again and again. Facing such a beautiful peach blossom, I think of too many beautiful things in the past and present. Especially when I was a child, the peach blossoms in my father’s peach orchard were in full bloom. The innocence and innocence back then were as bright as a peach blossom...
My friend said that the peach blossom is a demon, and I believed it.