When I walked to the front, I saw that the center of the willow trunk had not only rotted, but also mottled ashes were everywhere from top to bottom, from the top of the trunk to the ground around the roots. It can be seen from the traces of ashes that it was ignited for a short time.
"Who is so cruel? Aren't you afraid to burn the whole tree? " The wife is angry and worried.
We both looked up together. I saw that the crown of the willow tree was still intact. With the breeze, the branches sway gently and the willow leaves sway slightly. Fortunately, the burning of the tree core doesn't seem to bring any harm to the crown. Look carefully, the epidermis of roots and branches is still green, showing its vitality. Some of the willow leaves in the crown have been shaken off, some have been yellowed, and most of the remaining leaves have gone through spring and summer, and have also moved from green to late autumn, and entered beginning of winter, covered with rich vicissitudes. It will take a few days, a gust of wind blows, and all are shaken off with the wind, leaving only bare branches; But now, the crown of that willow tree, like a "young old man" who has just entered his sixties and is in good health, is still full of vitality and vitality.
"Fortunately, the merciless fire didn't hurt your life." I sent a message to my wife. As usual, my wife smiled back.
Two days have just passed in beginning of winter. Before and after beginning of winter, for seven or eight consecutive days, the sky was clear, the sun was shining and the temperature was warm. This morning, it was Koharu again. My wife and I can't bear to let such fine weather go to waste. After breakfast, we walked along the Wuli River in northern Cheng Xiao.
This section is the western section of Wuli River, and willows are planted on both sides of the river. At the moment, the willow tree crown is like piles of green and yellow hills, which are arranged in a row along the banks of the Wuli River, and blend together with many other trees with complex colors of red, orange, yellow and green at uneven levels, embellishing the Wuli River and Xiaoyangchun with scenery and rendering autumn colors.
In fact, there is more than one hollow willow.
My wife and I walked on the south bank and saw more than a dozen such trees in less than one kilometer. Yes, the core of the tree has completely decayed, leaving only half a thick shell to support the crown. Yes, even if there is a tree core, it is pitted and decayed a lot. Those that don't rot, when you dig by hand, the powder will peel off. However, the decay of the tree core does not seem to hinder the growth and expansion of the crown. Even in the early winter, the crown like piles of hills is still full of energy and stands upright on the trunk.
"Maybe the tree species of these trees are not good?" The wife speculated.
"Maybe. However, doesn't this show a tenacious vitality? "
I responded to my wife, but I saw a 60-year-old stroke patient who deliberately lifted his crutch off the ground. With strong perseverance, he moved with difficulty. Although it was difficult, although it was slow, although the moving distance was short, it did not stop. I whispered to my wife, "Isn't he as tenacious as those willows?"
Then, my thoughts continue.
I have seen five patients in a row recently.
The first one, my teacher, is my colleague and forgot to make friends. He was over eighty years old and had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. When I went to see him, he had been lying in the hospital bed for seven days and could not get out of bed according to the doctor's advice. When talking to me, he sometimes rubs his head and sometimes touches his temples with his fingers. Obviously, his head is very uncomfortable. I'm a little weak when I talk, too. However, this does not prevent him from talking and laughing with me, and is still humorous. I was afraid that he was tired and wanted to say goodbye several times, but he wouldn't let him go and wanted to talk to me. When he was young, he was a basketball player. Now, standing in front of his hospital bed, I can still deeply feel the great vitality that he exudes. From his conversation with me, I can still deeply understand his tenacious will to life.
The second is my cousin, 72 years old, with a bad heart. My uncle just died of illness, which hit her hard. The heart is not good this time, it should be related. However, when my family and I visited her, she smiled and said, "It's no big deal. I need an injection for a few days. Well, I will be discharged today. " I also discussed with my family about going to Hainan as a "migratory bird" in winter.
Third, my second brother, Alzheimer's Harmo's disease, is 65 years old. When he is seriously ill, he is either manic or taciturn. However, when you are in good spirits, you can communicate with your family simply and normally, and you can also punch a few punches.
The fourth is my cousin, 62 years old. I had a hernia, which was so heavy that I had to have an operation. When I went to visit him, he was half lying in bed, talking to each other, in high spirits, and seemed to forget the illness and the pain of the operation.
The fifth, also my cousin, is nearly 50 years old and has pancreatitis. She has been lying in bed for more than 20 days, fighting death. Last year, four fingers were broken by the belt of the harvester, pulled to the provincial capital and reattached with steel nails. After a few months, the stitches were removed, and it has not been able to stretch normally. When I visited him, I was also talking and laughing calmly. Just two or three days after he was discharged from the hospital, he came to attend the commemorative activities to catch up with his father's third anniversary. Although he was a little pale and out of breath, he insisted on the relevant ceremony.
Don't these five patients all have the same tenacious vitality as hollow willows?
Even husband and wife, we are now accompanied by illness and walk together.
I, big and small, have had three operations, and the biggest one took a kidney. Wife, many years of rheumatism, bad heart, high blood pressure, anemia, often dizziness and fatigue. However, the disease does not prevent us from enjoying the scenery and relaxing in this sunny early winter.
Many people around me-relatives, relatives, friends, classmates, neighbors, are all like this.
Aging, decay, disease and disaster are always inevitable, whether it is the willow of these hollow trees or us humans. It is probably a fate to endure their torture and live tenaciously at the same time. Take your time, accompany them and live a tenacious, stubborn and leisurely life. Isn't this a beautiful scenery?
Walking, I saw some magpies flying up and down between willows and other trees, shuttling back and forth. Moreover, "Jojo" is singing happily. I heard the softer and melodious singing of birds, followed the sound and saw an oriole on a willow branch. Are magpies and orioles singing praises for these tenacious willows?