Introduction: I often think that the things that are most closely related to our breathing and sleeping are actually plants that never snore and disturb people. The following is a collection of prose by famous writers describing plants that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read and learn from it! Famous writers' prose describing plants
I have known about "photosynthesis" since I was a child, and later learned about "negative ions". There is a woodland beside a stream in Wuyi Mountain, named "Natural Oxygen Bar". People are at ease there, and they can write poems even if their brains are not bright. In the polluted urban particulate dust and smoke, people's respiratory tracts are red and swollen, and their lungs are stagnant, and they are gasping for breath in the shallow trap of the civilization of the times.
Gulangyu Island was originally naturally beautiful, with blue waves, green trees and flowers all year round. Only residents of this island can deeply feel how closely related the embrace and cuddling of plants are to us. What I love most is a flower belonging to the Compositae family. I have seen it in Shangri-La and Daxinganling, but I can’t find out its scientific name. Its stems and leaves are slender and slender, its flowers are bright and colorful, a little innocent, and its temperament is extremely easy-going. It blooms so pure and beautiful inadvertently on the edge of the forest, on the edge of the field, on the roadside, in front of the house, in the wind, sand and frost. In the north, it is called the "broom flower", but in Gulangyu Island, it is the "Princess and the Pea" with a heart-warming appearance.
Plants are not only a living state of people, but also have potential impacts on people’s environment, diet, diseases and emotions. The language and emotional personality of plants are often overlooked. This is because when you return home, the cat you throw into your arms and petted is the puppy, and the puppy is merrily barking and jumping around your feet. The cold water drops on the porch, the asparagus on the desk, and the ` Monsteras, rubber trees, and cyclamen, roses, tangerines, etc. on the balcony stand silently aside. They don't know how to act coquettishly, don't know how to be polite, and don't know how to ask for help. Not crying out longingly: Look at me, touch me, kiss me!
Many research reports on plant emotions are incredible and almost absurd, but beautiful and close to dreams, like popular science fairy tales. For example, there is a theory that plants not only have emotions, but also can hold grudges. The most typical report is said to come from an American intelligence officer. He connected the electrodes of a lie detector to a plant and burned the leaves with fire. A violent amplitude immediately appeared on the descriptor, as if screaming "pain, pain, pain". When the fire is removed, the amplitude calms down. And when the experimenter comes closer, the plant that preserves the experience will tremble with fear again. It is said that due to this memory of plants, it can be used to solve crimes in the future.
I would rather believe that plants not only understand but also desire care. My father is well-known locally for cultivating roses, and he also does not exclude pomegranates, crabapples and other small jaspers. Whenever a newly mutated rose sprouted a unique bulging flower under his care, it would be moved indoors during the day, where his father would cook tea, and moved to the rooftop at night to "sip dew" to extend the flowering period. After my father passed away, not only did the roses become wilted, but even the ordinary camellias, roses and rhododendrons no longer cheered up, and the flowers languished because of Yi Xiao.
When my child was two or three years old, he was particularly afraid of violence. I just need to hold a small bamboo stick, point to the small wooden stool that he likes to ride on, and say: "If you don't open your mouth to eat, I will beat it." The child will nervously shout: "Don't hit it, don't hit it!" Then he opened his mouth obediently, of course it was just a small sip. Next time, bamboo strips will refer to toy dogs or even floor tiles.
In childhood, human beings believe that everything has the same feelings as themselves and are extremely compassionate. When our hearts are strong enough to withstand great sorrows and joys to the point of numbness, our skin thickens to the point where oil and salt are invulnerable to invulnerable weapons, and we huddle in the cocoon of sophistication, we no longer believe in the psychic powers of all things, or no longer care.
Many years ago, when I was young, a friend took me to the Botanical Garden in Guangzhou. The hairy grass slope stretches from our feet to the lake. There are Metasequoia trees one after another, with half of their body immersed in the water, like an elephant thirsty for a drink, or like a village girl leaning over to wash her long, flowing hair. We stood in the lush green, the words drifted away, and another type of words penetrated me instantly with the bright and bright secret. The cool water enters along the heels and covers the whole body.
My previous life, could our previous life be a gardenia or a metasequoia? It’s not meant to be pretentious or sensational. It's clear to me that this is just wishful thinking.
Now that I am old and hard, although I like to get in touch with the secrets of the plant world, I can't really believe it in my heart. Just like reading folklore or Greek mythology, it brings people mysterious imagination, endless space and depth, and emotional enlightenment of truth, goodness and beauty. Once we really believe that plants have feelings, how can we cut into the weeping carrots in the kitchen?
In the articles I have read that mention the emotions of plants, I feel that the emotions expressed by the plants in Shu Ting's works are somewhat mysterious. For example, the flowers that her father carefully cultivated withered and withered after his death, which made people feel somewhat mysterious. As she said, the feeling was "like reading folklore or Greek mythology." Comparatively speaking, I think the description in Xi Murong's "Message of Life" is more realistic and credible. The plot is this: There is a lotus tree in her home, which bears very few fruits every year. The kind-hearted neighbor provided her with a "recipe" to ensure that the lotus tree would bear fruit. The method is to chop the trunk with a knife several times and sprinkle a few packets of salt near the roots.
As expected, the lotus tree produced a lot of fruit in the second year. She was puzzled by this "recipe" and asked a friend for advice. Only then did we learn that plants have emotions. Once they are stimulated by the outside world, they will lose their emotions. The instinct is to work hard and bear fruit. This explanation made her very sad and felt that she had done something wrong to the lotus tree. Indeed, plants have emotions. But few people take this topic seriously and still do not know how to love plants and understand that they are also life. Fortunately, there are innocent children who believe that all things are equal and treat these natural lives kindly for us, making us feel how colorful life is.