I like walking on the red brick road at dusk, because no matter what the weather is like, the light at dusk always makes people feel particularly quiet and can deeply reflect on their hearts with the city. But that kind of silence is just a mood. As long as the mood leaves or kapok, cuckoo or bodhi tree turn around, people are awakened by the noise of cars, and then they can feel some worrying characteristics of big cities. This quality makes us feel indescribable loneliness in the noisy traffic; With people coming and going and neon flashing, we have a deeper understanding of loneliness; In the bright reflection of the beautiful off-duty curtains, I can see the indifferent texture of this big city. Living in this big city, I often think about how to look at this city, how to find its beauty, or amorous feelings, or gentleness, or anything. One day, when I was tired of walking, I sat at the south intersection of Jianguo and saw such a scene. A speeding motorcycle crashed into a truck that turned right, squeezing the broken iron glass and tearing the human body's blood and tears just splashed on my favorite piece of marigold flower bed. Then the screeching sirens and ambulances, screaming crowds, drivers who were blocked and shouting-like a mass of scrap iron, changed direction because the magnet ran over, and there was chaos and commotion.
The other side of the street was not affected, and people waiting on the bus sign were shouting abuse at the bus driver. A panting woman is chasing the bus that is about to start. The picket team of primary school students is whistling to stop a middle-aged man from squeezing into their team. Teenagers with loose hair are spitting at taxis that refuse to stop. The gentleman in a suit and tie is patting the cigarette butts under his feet anxiously. It's almost hard to believe that so many breathless pictures happened on a beautiful evening. Suspicious, anxious, hurried and confused people, although they have the character of urbanites and live in cities, will never see the beauty of cities. What is worse is ignorance. Once in the flower market, there was a grand flower dinner, and people squeezed and trampled on each other just to grab the newly peeled rose petals or orchids coated with salad dressing. The most robbed is a kind of black tea with fresh petals. When I saw the pink petals put into steaming tea, they shrank instantly and then sank to the bottom of the cup. I think, isn't this cup of tea the one that is rushing to drink? The flower market is to make tea, which makes the beauty of flowers sink and fall, and makes people's beauty shrink.
I walked through the cracks and saw that the Chrysanthemum morifolium planted in Penghu was in full bloom alone on the safe island five feet away, which had an outstanding charm that could not be underestimated. This charm was naturally unknown to flower eaters. Chrysanthemum morifolium is not as famous as roses, and its taste may not be so good, but its leisure and unknown amorous feelings give its beauty an indestructible life. Leisure and unknown customs are the most difficult customs in this city. I once attended a nervous meeting, at which I was guessing the gender, age, habits and hobbies of consumers:1What kind of goods do people aged 5 to 25 want? What kind of consultation is most suitable for the youth in this city? What color can best arouse the desire to buy? What kind of sweepstakes and gifts can blind consumers? And what is our selling point, consumers will be tempted to buy some? Subsequently, the meeting fell into a long silence, and hot smoke filled the conference room with insufficient air conditioning. I bypassed the long and narrow conference table and walked to the corridor where only one window could breathe. Looking down from the 14-story building, I saw the spring sunshine shining on the bodhi tree with beautiful wavelength, reflecting a subtle life commotion. I temporarily decided not to attend the meeting, went downstairs, gently stepped on the red brick road, and listened to the sound of jubilant leaves growing up, which was subtle and inaudible. Looking back, we are seeing the lights in the conference room of the high-rise building come on, and everyone continues to play the game of burning souls. That kind of burning makes people semi-crazy, but the conclusion is inevitable: no one is sure what modern consumers need.
I'm not sure, but I can be sure that modern people need sincere and intimate communication and affectionate and stable information. Just like if I were a row of bodhi trees confined in a safe island in spring, any affectionate and enthusiastic gaze would make me grateful.
Living in such a city, we are all bodhi trees. Although we have little land, when we look up, we can still see the vast sky. Although we have the image of * * * that we often discuss at the conference table, our beautiful changes every day are unknown. "What does a tree need?" Gardening experts said on TV: "Sunshine, air and water are just." Still a little worried. "
People living in cities are all the same! Apart from food and work, I just yearn for clear sunshine, fresh air, unpolluted water and a little conscience care. "What was the result of the meeting?" The next day I asked the people at the meeting together. "Sales meetings will never come to a correct conclusion, because no one really understands the thoughts of modern urbanites aged 15 to 25."
If someone says: I am what you really need! That person may not know what we need.
Once, on the playground platform of Renai Primary School, I heard five people say, "I am what you really need." That high-pitched voice was scattered in the air with fireworks-like applause and applause. When I came out to see the default banyan tree on Anhe Road, I felt so silent and short that I couldn't help asking it, "What do you need?"
In fact, we are as small as the silent banyan tree. What we need most is a free life. When we walk, we don't have to worry about the desperate arrival of the car. When we breathe, we can taste the sweetness of the air. When we took the bus, we didn't lose our dignity. Walking in the dark alley at night, we can greet strangers with a smile. It is enough to often hear that the conscience of this society is awakening.
I care more about what we need than what young people really need. Don't people between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five have a clear ideal that we can know in thinking and reasoning? We care about new city people. They wear walkmen in their ears and large shirts outside their pants. Even on sunny days, they will wear a mysterious black windbreaker, which is as long as their calves. The girls are all burning in the same color, with yellow-green hair, red-blue clothes and black-and-white shoes. When they passed me in time, it reminded me of the characters who followed the prince to save the princess in fairy tales. A girl planted by a newcomer is like an unrecognizable spring flower that suddenly grows on the flower bed in the ring of Dunhua South Road. It has no name and strange color, but it blooms in the wind of the times. The boys are newly pruned trees on the Middle East Road, and the irregular branches have grown out, gently resisting the scissors.
The most popular magazines say that colorful sunglasses are "burning breath", dyed red with different lengths is "the beauty of style that cannot be ignored", red and green cloth shoes are "the eyes of youth", clothes that are too big to fit are "the wounds of the world", and those new varieties of urbanites are said to be "leaders of youth and the times".
These leading children, they walk on the notes of the staff, on the pigments of the palette, on the billboards in the cinema and on the empty rose petals. The way they walk is different from that when I was a child. When I was young, I knelt down to smell the fragrance of the earth and cried because of it; There is a heated debate about the direction of national development, and I am worried about this direction. I once wrote a generous and tragic poem with the blood and ambition of my life, because that poem lit a torch and passed it on to each other. Once, once yesterday, yesterday was a withered green tree in the west wind. "You said that your generation is concerned about the country and the people, and has ideals and ambitions. I ask you, what great things have you done? " A teenager in Ximending asked me this question. What great things have we done? Ask this question to the drifting wind, and you won't get any reply; Ask the passing trees, none of them are swaying; Ask the stars all over the sky, there is a dark answer in the sky, what a shocking question. We middle-aged people who claim to have ideals and ambitions and care about our country and people will only become urbanites who walk steadily at dusk, while those teenagers who don't know tomorrow and dance in the street are urbanites who run and jump. What is the difference?
Once, I found some answers from an old florist in Yanji Street Flower Market. He said, "Some seeds should be used as fertilizer, some seeds should be used as soil, and some seeds are born with beautiful flowers." Farmers use plows and rakes to turn over the soil and cover the grass that has been growing on the ground for many years, and the grass soon becomes a part of the land. Then, the farmer scattered a handful of new varieties of rose seeds on the ground. The seeds germinated, germinated, and produced the most beautiful and bright flowers. But no rose knows. It has blood as sad as grass, and no rose remembers it. Its openness is the crystallization of Glass's sacrifice.
Our generation has not done anything great, and there is no merit to eulogize youth, just like growing up in the wind, having blood on the ground, waiting for spring in the dry winter, and looking up at the bright stars and a humble grass in the dark field. What is this meritorious service? Isn't every grass on the land alive like this? Therefore, we don't have to be harsh on teenagers. They were born to bloom beautiful flowers. Isn't that what we've been pursuing for half our lives? Live happily and carefree. Our modernity is their classicism, but isn't their punk the classicism of tomorrow? Let's keep calm and enjoy these natural flowers! Just standing by and admiring, it seems that something is missing. When I was walking, I saw the workers planting trees on Ren 'ai Road. They planted the trees in cement pots first, and then buried the pots in the soil. Why not just plant them in the soil? I'm confused. The worker said, "The purpose of using pots is to limit the growth of trees, so as not to damage roads, water pipes and underground cables because the roots are too deep. It can also prevent trees from growing too high and damaging wires and landscapes. "
It turns out that this is the truth of urban street trees and the truth of urban youth. We are middle-aged people in the wind and sand, and we can't show the way for the teenagers in the greenhouse, just as the trees on the grassland are not qualified to tell the road trees how to take root and grow. Although the roots of the road tree are limited, it has its own charm.
That kind of mood, like a late autumn morning, I found that the roadside Mayingdan was covered with crystal dew, and the transparent dew without any impurities stopped on the dark green veins. Dew deeply touched me, not only the beauty, but also the surprise that the flowers and plants in the city can have such clear dew in the morning. So, are we too worried about the city features and people's quality? Trees in cities are also trees, and people in cities are still people.
All trees will strive to grow; Everyone will not fall for no reason. Everyone has the warmth of others, and every tree has the charm of trees. The charm of the tree is the most beautiful maple on the north-south road in Dunhua! Order a good cup of coffee at the coffee shop on the roadside. Looking out from the bright French windows, I deeply feel that the maple trees on those safe islands are not inferior to the elegance of the Champs Elysé es. Although the air is a little dirty, the traffic is a little messy, and the horn whistle is a little noisy, the maple tree is so precious, so green, so quiet, so affectionate, and even so proud, which I refuse to do. Especially at dusk, the golden powder of the sun penetrates through the leaves and falls on the grass all over the ground. Sometimes, our eyes move with the sun, and we can also see the purple flowers of pickled grass and the small yellow butterflies dancing on the flowers. If we use a picture frame, it is the most beautiful light and shadow in impressionism. It's a pity that many people have lived in the city all their lives, always walking around in a hurry, and have never seen such beautiful scenery.
The beauty of Liquidambar formosana, the quality of urbanites, and every roadside tree in the city, although each has its own customs, are actually insignificant. Once I climbed a mountain in the suburbs. Looking back at Beijing at dusk, I found it surrounded by mountains hand in hand. The gentle sunset touches every corner of the city, and thousands of golden clouds rise into the sky. At this time, a tree disappeared, and no one disappeared. Only the roads that embraced each other collided. At that moment, the city became a person sitting and meditating, and its pollution and mess disappeared, leaving only a clear and solemn bustling beauty.
Looking back at the city where I live, this city, which usually makes me look for the beauty of details because of boredom, accompanied me through the dust and saw some real big faces. On that day, I sat on the top of the brightly lit mountain and put on a halo for the city before I went down. When I went down the mountain, I felt the beauty rising one by one. If we can return to the true clarity of our hearts, we can wipe away the dusty appearance and get closer to the better and simpler side of our hearts. This is true for ourselves, and it is not true for a city. In the early morning, we met complete strangers on the road and nodded and smiled at each other. At that time, how clear and warm our hearts were! Our cleanliness can wash away each other's indifference and pollution, and also wash away the whole city.
If our hearts are clear enough, we will find that the sun is close to us, the moon is close to us, and stars and street lamps are shining around us. Just like one day, I found a nest of little red ants on the bodhi tree on Ren 'ai Road. They crawl slowly on the branches of bodhi trees in spring, full of fresh life force, and are reaching out to welcome the Spring Festival in the capital after a long rainy day.
For us, the roadside where messy cars are driving is not suitable for survival, or even for standing; But for bodhi trees, they stand firm and grow clean new green; For the little red ants, they freely greet the early spring from bottom to top; We are all the same, and there is a trace of clear blood in the pulse of the city. From the bodhi shade with ant nests to the sunny and romantic dusk, I was deeply shocked. I feel that people living in the countryside are the nature of life, while people living in cities need some classical state of mind, gentle state of mind, and some wisdom that can be calm after pollution. Isn't this the bodhi tree at dusk, the little ants on the tree, facing my classical, gentle and quiet mood with me through pollution? At dusk, the golden orange sunset is far away from us, but as long as we make a wise voice, he will hang quietly in the treetops and bend over to listen. Then I feel that the sunset is just a simple child, and he will never be influenced by the city. His clarity needs some praise.
Walking at dusk every day, when I am going home, I will touch the hair of the sunset with gratitude and say some words of praise and gratitude. Appreciate the lack of this world, let us be alert not to fall. Thanks to the pollution in this city, we have the wisdom to pursue cleanliness.
Thanks to those seemingly ignorant flower trees, let us know ourselves deeply.
The greatest gratitude is that we are born with feelings, not heartless things, so that we can rely on the warmth of love to get out of the cold or chaotic or dirty or hasty or ignorant ferry and find endless life. After listening to gratitude and praise, the setting sun nodded and hid behind the mountain, leaving only blushing cheeks.