Ma Qingmin
In the depths of my memory, the light and shadow are fragmented, and the shadows of the poplar trees are indispensable, swaying in the wind.
My hometown is in the North China Plain. The trees I have seen the most since I was a child are the rows and clusters of tall and upright poplars. It is the tree of my hometown and the tree in my heart.
Poplar is a very common tree species in the north. It does not pay attention to living conditions. As long as there is loess, it can grow. It does not pursue rain or greed for sunshine. Even if it is dry sandy soil, as long as it is given With a little water, a branch of the poplar tree will take root and sprout, supporting a piece of green and standing tall and upward.
Poplar has extremely strong vitality. It is not only resistant to drought and cold, but also grows very fast and can become useful in three to five years. They rarely stay alone. They always take root in groups of three or five beside the gate, or grow together in groups of thirty or fifty on the river beach, or dozens or hundreds of them grow beside dense wheat fields.
In summer, the poplar branches are lush and lush, which is the most charming. At this time, the tree trunks feel very good to the touch, and the skin is smooth and elastic. When you rub it up and down the tree body, there is not a single scar. Each tree is as straight and straight as a young boy; the branches are like stretching. The open arms were held together with all their strength, holding up a number of parasols to block the scorching sun from the body; the leaves were like a small cattail fan, evenly distributed on the branches, and the gusts of wind blew by, making the leaves rustle. There was a sound, and the gray leaf backs turned and jumped, shining with silver light, which was so bright that it was dazzling.
Under the blazing sun, Bai Yang faced the waves of heat waves, straightened his strong body, stretched out his strong arms, and expanded his living space in a higher and wider direction, blocking the The dense green shade brings a bit of coolness to the working people, affectionate and persistent. In the eyes of children, the dense canopy is like a huge sieve, sifting through the sunlight and leaking out mottled dreams. We laughed and played under the tree, enjoying our carefree childhood.
The tall poplar trees bear witness to our happiness and accompany our growth. We once recited Mao Dun's "Praise to the White Poplar" loudly under the tree, and we also chanted with our heads shaking, "In the wind, the wheat seedlings are rising from the ground, and in the rain, the poplar trees are hanging with smoke." "The spring breeze does not warm the poplar trees, but they blow away the clouds. Line up the road..."
The four seasons cycle, the poplar tree is not pretentious or pretentious, it deeply loves the land under its feet, takes root in one place, and grows tenaciously. They have no whirling posture, no bending and circling branches. But they are just as Mao Dun praised in "Praise to White Poplar": "It is majestic, upright, simple, serious, and gentle, not to mention its unyielding and upright. It is a great man among trees!" In my eyes, every poplar tree is like a flesh-and-blood northern man. Sometimes he raises his proud and stubborn head and stands proudly; sometimes he lowers his strong body and looks down at the land in emotion and silence...
Poplar trees, with their tall and straight postures and majestic bodies, interpret vigorous life and upward power, and faithfully watch and accompany each other with us. They grow not only in that familiar land, but also in our emotions and in our hearts.
Perhaps, there is a different tree growing in each of our hearts. Because there are trees in the heart, it can give people endless hope and encouragement that they are not afraid of wind and rain; because there are trees in the heart, emotions can have support and homesickness can have sustenance.
The tree in my heart is the poplar tree. No matter how high its trunk grows or how far its branches extend, its roots will grasp the land and firmly retain my blood and my affection.
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