-From the documentary "The Company"
Life must begin with seeds.
When a tornado blew away a tree from her mother, she started a bitter journey mixed with gravel, weeds and dust.
The tornado is spinning like a crazy dragon, and everywhere it goes, sand and stones are flying.
A seed, like a dust, cannot escape the magic of a tornado. Fragments spinning with the wind almost crushed it, and acupuncture-like pain and dizziness made it faint.
I don't know how long it took, but when she woke up from a daze, it was quiet all around, only she was lying on the golden beach, and the tornado had already disappeared. The sun overhead is spraying flames. Thirsty and horny, she looked at Yun Ni's broken neck, expecting dew to bend over and stare at the harsh sunshine. She fell into a coma again in despair. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the wind blew, and the seeds rolled with the wind and rolled from one dune to another. At this point, the seed has dried up like firewood, and her fate will be ignited by the sun and turned into a wisp of smoke, which is nothing.
The sun is getting stronger and stronger, and death is getting closer and closer. Just as she was about to give up hope for life, the wind came again and dragged her to the bottom. Instinctively, she seemed to smell damp, which was the smell of life. She endured the pain and moved in the wet direction, step by step, step by step, step by step ... Just as she approached life hopefully, the disaster came again, and a gust of wind came and the sand flooded her.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a year, maybe a century. When she woke up from a deep sleep, the night was like paint. Maybe you sleep too hard, maybe you have been depressed for too long, and there is a powerful force to be released when your body is swollen, and that is the power of life. At this point, the power of life is unstoppable, and she breaks through oppression, darkness and rises. Life was born!
God, it's raining. In the rain, she grew from a seed to a small sapling!
The long rain stopped and the air was filled with cool tide. The little tree cheered excitedly and incited her two little hands. Just as she jumped, her body grew a lot taller. However, it didn't take long for the sun to climb over her head, and the fire-like barbecue made her lift her head. She was afraid that the sun would dry her young body, and she wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. At this time, I heard my mother's voice: "Son, put your head away quickly and firmly root." She tightened her head and forced her roots down. Under the dim light, I feel a magical force pulling under my feet, which makes the roots extend downwards and grow many roots. The longer the time, the greater the magic. She was brave and raised her head carefully. At this time, the sun is setting and the clouds are slowly rolling in. The sun is no longer as hot as before, but like a loving mother. She braced herself and reopened the leaves, which were reflected as crystal clear as green by the sunset glow.
Day after day, she slowly learned how to survive in the desert. Stretch at night, and the sooner you grow, the better. Under the scorching sun, roll up the leaves and save water. When the rain comes, open all the cells, hold back enough strength, and let the roots go deeper, so as to stand firm on the beach.
Sometimes she feels that the wind hit her, reborn in this desert, and grew from a seed to a tree. Since she belongs here, she should have an expression of the desert, and grasping the soil tightly is the best interpretation of the earth.
However, life is not as simple as she imagined. The weather in the desert changes quickly. Just when Wan Li's eyes were empty, the wind came in an instant. Disaster arrival at any time, Huanglong rolling, flying sand all over the sky, as fine as silt, with the help of the wind, hit the body, such as a knife cut. The crumbling leaves bit her mother, and she clung to them tightly. However, the fierce wind followed, and it was about to be uprooted. At this moment, I seem to hear my mother's voice again: "Let go, son, or you will die." At the moment of letting go, the ruthless wind and sand took away all the leaves on my body. She was alone, tears streaming down her face. Just when she was in pain, she seemed to hear her mother's voice again: "There are no tears in the desert." So she held back her tears and sewed up the wound. She learned that tears in the desert are far more precious than rain.
In the later years, after the storm, she either stumbled or was black and blue, but she always came back from the line of life and death. Numerous sandstorms, droughts and scorching sun have taught her unique survival skills in a harsh living environment. Sometimes, when you can't fight the storm, you have to throw a branch and break your arm to save your life. When branches are ruthlessly broken by strong winds, they will quickly close the wound, never let nectar seep out, and transfer the water stored in the tree core to other branches to concentrate on fighting the next disaster.
For us humans, the trees standing in the desert are twisted. We can even see which one is bent by the east wind and which one is bent by the west wind. The bumps on them are the legacy of disaster, the scars of wound healing and the traces of time passing.
Those trees that died in storms or droughts, their branches dried up and fell there. Don't think that they are really dead. Maybe her roots are still alive, reaching out to the water deep in the desert. Maybe one day, she will sprout new buds from the dead branches, and then flourish and grow into an unshakable tree.
The desert is vast and all the spaces are open to her. While enduring the disaster, she also enjoys sunshine, water, blue sky and white clouds. This is a tree's requirement for nature.
In the severe winter, the cold wind penetrated her bone marrow, and her scarred skin became more wrinkled. In the desert, when the wind blows in one place, the winds around it will come at once. As soon as the cold wind passes, the broken sound of the body, like a ghost at midnight, is creepy and the soul flies out of the body. However, the soul remains cold.
The poet said, "Cold superimposed on cold is warmth, and pain superimposed on pain is happiness." The only thing she can do is to tighten her body and stir the wind with her will to meet the coming of heavy snow. When covered with snow, the wound can relieve the pain and cold, and the snow can also bring her the expectation of spring at hand.
In the ordeal, she learned to repair and save herself, and learned to take and give up.
In the desert, there is an unpredictable sky overhead and a barren desert at the foot. Only she stood alone between heaven and earth. When she is lonely, she is thinking. Since God has given her a chance to live, even if she is lonely, she must live strong. Living is her only belief. Faith carries the driving force for progress. Faith is a lonely soul. Only with a soul can she support herself. Loneliness gave her room for independent thinking. She believes that she is independent and optimistic, because as long as she is optimistic, hell is also a paradise.
In loneliness, she listened to the screams of hurricanes with optimism, regarded hurricanes as drum music of fierce battles, and appreciated quicksand drizzle as the sound of nature.
Lonely people are also lucky people. She is not as tall and straight as the trees in the forest, so she can be a pillar. Nothing is more heroic and valuable than the pine trees on the top of the mountain; Unlike banyan trees, which are shaded in Fiona Fang, they have won the reputation that their predecessors planted trees and their descendants enjoyed the cool. She is full of energy in distortion and indomitable in tenacity. She is writing history in her own way. She bravely holds a pen, uses faith as ink, uses wisdom as a book and uses the epitaph of seal script. And suffering is the best teacher God has given her.
She is lucky, and her spirit, after thousands of years of baptism, is regarded as a symbol of the country. Immortality for a thousand years symbolizes the great spirit of self-improvement and perseverance of the Chinese nation. All this is the result of desert storm and scorching sun.
I don't know how many years of baptism, she has grown into a magical tree. Although not tall and straight, it is vigorous and bright. Although scarred, it is still as sharp as a sword, pointing the broken arm and branches to the sky. Several thick canopies covered the head, and several thick arms bent there, showing a winding beauty that only exists in the desert. In the desert, with enough self-confidence and perseverance, she resisted the ups and downs, heat, drought, sandstorm and cold in the dark alone. Firmly plant deep roots, let her roots crisscross on the beach, as strong as hooks, and An Ruoyan stands on the Gobi Desert.
Where there are trees, there are birds!
One day, a pair of birds came, and they made their home in the canopy. From then on, she had neighbors and friends. She shelters the birds from the wind and rain every day, and a responsible life is meaningful! Birds sing for them and life with loud voices every day. The bird passed on what happened outside to the tree at the first time, took away the seeds from a distance, and some grass and flowers grew around the tree. Since then, the two have lived in harmony, lived together and lived a much happier life. Many years later, the seeds of some trees came bravely, and some small trees grew up, including Hippophae rhamnoides, Salix psammophila, Elaeagnus angustifolia and her descendants. They have experienced countless hardships and hardships, and finally proved their tenacity with their lives. A hundred years have passed, and a thousand years have passed. Some weak seedlings died in the cold wind or drought, but some strong ones always survived. Survival of the fittest in the vast desert, the strong is king, is a natural law and an eternal truth. It's a miracle to survive! Death is admirable because she once lived in the desert. Even if she dies, she will become a piece of dust or a mass of soil to nourish the land under her feet.
Thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, that knife-like body, full of majesty and standing, in the vast Gobi, she stands tall, watching and caring for the desert, over time, she became the king of this oasis, those small trees and grasses around her, taking her as an example and worshiping her as a tree god!
I don't know how many years, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, human beings have entered the era of civilization. Some explorers discovered this oasis when they were thirsty and desperate. Explorers at that time must have thought it was a mirage in illusion. For the explorer, finding trees in the desert made a slim hope come true. Lucky arrival! The hope of life is rising, and explorers look up to that vicissitudes and lush tree, like looking up to a god! In the desert, in the eyes of those who are in deep danger, every grass, tree, bird and wolf have souls cast in it, and all living species are living elves.
This is a continent of life and a miracle in the desert. Where there are trees, you can definitely find water. Sure enough, not far from the tree, 200 meters away, there is a spring. This is a pearl in the desert. Explorers named her Lingquan (now Miaomiao Spring, located halfway up the Mu Us Desert). Perhaps this oasis is a sacred place for explorers to worship. The explorer was moved by the holy tree, took off the red ribbon and tied it devoutly. Over time, more and more people come here for exploration and pilgrimage, and there are more and more red ribbons on the trees. The red ribbon fluttering in the wind symbolizes good luck and happiness.
The sacred tree standing in the wind is Populus euphratica. She is waiting on the Gobi Desert, and she will always live between heaven and earth.