China banyan tree
Hey, you're standing by the pool, next to a furry banyan tree. Can you forget that child?
It's like a child Joe built a nest on your branch and left your bird?
You don't remember how he sat by the window,
Looking at your tangled roots deep underground in surprise?
Women often go to the pool to pull a jar full of water.
Your big shadow will shake on the water, as if a sleeping person is struggling to wake up.
Sunshine dances on the microwave, like a small shuttle weaving a golden brocade (zhān).
Two ducks are swimming in the shadow of a nearby reed.
The child sat there quietly thinking.
He wants style, blowing through your rustling branches;
Want to be your shadow, grow up with the sun on the water;
Want to be a bird, perching on your highest branch;
I also want to be those two ducks, swimming between reeds and shadows.
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Banyan tree in hometown
Author: Huang Helang
On the slope near the residence, there are two old and lush banyan trees, and a large shade covers the ground. Between the lead-gray cement buildings, there is a pleasing green swaying; On a hot summer day, take a look at a pool of tempting coolness. I don't know when, a small piece of flat land was dug under the banyan tree, a slide and a pavilion for children to play with were built, and many flowers were planted around it, which actually became a small children's world. Maybe I have a kind feeling about banyan trees. I often take my youngest son here for a walk in the early morning or at dusk, or sit on a green bench and watch the children play, which gives me a leisurely taste.
I was very happy that day, and I was childlike. I picked a green leaf from a banyan branch, rolled it into a small whistle, put it to my mouth and blew a monotonous and simple whistle. My youngest son jumped up and grabbed it, blew hard, and attracted a little black dog to run over, wagging his furry tail and looking at him with dark eyes. He stopped whistling, and the puppy ran away disappointed; He blew again, and Xiao Gai came running again ... to make his little son giggle, and his pink cheeks were slightly red.
But my heart is like a bird, spreading its wings from the whistle, flying over misty water and endless mountains and stopping under the familiar big banyan tree in my hometown. I seem to see the tall and burly trunk, curly and fluttering beard and inseparable Lv Yun; See the new leaves in spring, facing the golden sunshine, as transparent as pieces of jasper, shaking in the wind like earrings, shaking off a string of crystal dew.
I miss flowing down from the back hill of my hometown, flowing through the clear stream next to the banyan tree, the colored pebbles in the stream, the girls washing clothes and pumping water by the stream, chasing the laughing ducks on the water. Miss the white stone bridge under the banyan tree, miss the carved stone tablet standing at the bridge head, and miss the little stone lion stroking and smoothing on the bridge railing. The gurgling stream swept away my childhood years, and the ancient stone bridge engraved my deep memory. There are as many stories in my memory as the leaves of banyan trees. ...
Two old banyan trees standing by the bridge, one tall and lush; Another tree grows into a strange S-shape, and its bony trunk leans against the stream. We call it humpback. What's more, its bent tree core was burned out, forming a groove of more than ten square meters, but it still lived tenaciously, crossed the stream, held its head high and extended its dense branches and leaves into the blue sky. When we were young, we had a special affection for this hunchback banyan tree, and regarded its hollowed-out groove as a "boat". Several partners climbed up, knocked on gongs and drums, and paddled with bamboo poles, knowing that the "boat" would not go any further, but paddled seriously and vigorously. In my childhood dream, it will take us along the stream to the fields with green seedlings, bypass the hillside burning with red azaleas, cross the orange forest with fragrant small white flowers, go to the rivers and seas, and go to distant and beautiful places. ...
Sometimes we ask: Why did this hunchbacked old banyan tree burn like this? Listen to the old man, a long time ago, there was a big snake hidden in this tree hole, which became refined for a long time and wanted to ascend to heaven; However, by hurting people and animals, he broke the dogma and angered the Jade Emperor. So one night, the dark clouds pressed on the treetops, the strong wind shook the branches, a strong lightning split the trunk like a sword, and earth-shattering thunder sounded overhead! The banyan tree caught fire, burned a section of the trunk, burned the snake essence to death, and then a downpour put out the fire ... This story was told by the oldest person in the village, who had a long beard like a banyan tree. We believe that he is as old as the banyan tree, so we also believe what he said.
I don't know which day, we also saw some women burning a pile of paper money and lighting some incense under this banyan tree. What kind of wishes do they have to pray for this banyan god? I only remember that some children have tinea on their faces, and my mother will bring it over, cut a few knives on the trunk of the banyan tree, and draw pictures on the affected area with the oozing milky liquid. After a few days, tinea seems to be getting better. My most unforgettable thing is that every year during the Chinese New Year, my grandmother would let me climb up the tree along the "hunchback" and fold some evergreen banyan branches around the cooked rice to sacrifice to the ancestors' gods. At that time, the loving grandmother would climb to the stone bridge with a small "three-inch golden lotus" and watch me climb the tree while nagging me to be careful. Although I am a little nervous, I always pretend not to care and proudly wave the folded branches at her.
What makes people nostalgic is the long slate strips laid under the banyan tree. In summer, it is the "throne" and "cool bed" for farmers. At noon, the strong subtropical sunshine made the house burn and the land smoked. Only these two tall banyan trees spread huge umbrellas to resist the oppressive heat and let the tanned farmers catch their breath on this hot stone road. In the evening, after a hard day's work, people lie on the slate with a stream, enjoying the breezy evening breeze, talking aimlessly about the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin, and talking about the growth and harvest of crops from anecdotes near and far ... When they are happy, they will also play the Hu Qin and sing a few short songs full of Yuan Ye flavor with their rough throats, looking for some short-term comfort and satisfaction in the bitter days.
Banyan tree, what kind of magic is used to summon the whole village to kneel? It's not beautiful words, it's not an attractive smile, it's just quietly spreading gentle wings to shelter them from the wind and rain, give them shade in the heat, and protect hardworking and simple people with infinite love.
I deeply miss that pleasant summer night under the banyan tree. Someone rolled up the sheets and slept on the smooth slate; Someone moved a few bed boards, one was a bench, the other was a bridge railing, and laid a straw mat to lie down. I like to sleep there with adults, look up at the shadow of the black banyan tree on my head, and communicate with the smiling stars in the sky with my heart in a mysterious and quiet atmosphere. If there is a moonlit night with moonlight like water, Shan Ye will be covered with a transparent veil, which will make everything unreal, like a dream, like a fairyland. In sleepiness, Chang 'e flew quietly with a piece of white clouds, and the fragrance of osmanthus was gently sprinkled from the branches of banyan trees. The running water under the bridge quietly sings a sweet lullaby, which makes people fall asleep slowly in the warm touch of the night wind ... Sometimes when they wake up in the morning, the dew moistens their hair and feels chilly, only to find that the pillow is gone. When the probe looked under the bridge, it actually fell into the stream, filled with water, swelled up and ran aground on the rocky beach. ...
Those days are gone forever. I seem to have just woken up from a dream, and I still have the coolness of banyan leaves; But I know that I have been sleeping for thirty years, and people have already left thousands of miles away! How much wind and frost has the old banyan tree in Qiaotou, my hometown experienced? I heard that the "hunchback" tree struggled to fall in the fierce typhoon attack, fell in the mountain torrents and mudslides, and fell on my dear land in my hometown, asking about my life course. Fortunately, another tree is safe and sound, and still protects the villagers with its dense green leaves. All the friends who rowed the humpback trunk as a boat have grown up. Some people, like me, row the boat of life to a distant foreign land, but still miss the banyan tree in their native land? Some are still sitting on the slate under the tree, telling endless stories for generations? But the old storyteller with a beard as long as a banyan tree has passed away; My grandmother, who often called me to climb banyan branches and leaves during the Chinese New Year, has also passed away for a long time. Only the little stone lion on the railing of the bridge is still listening to the stream flowing under the bridge, right?
"Dad, dad, make me some more whistles." I don't know when my younger son picked a handful of banyan leaves and handed them to me, so I rolled them up and blew them for him. Whistle high and low, far and near, filled with deep homesickness, lingering around me. Dear hometown banyan, I grew up in your green arms. If you are conscious, will you know that I miss you in this distant foreign land? If you have thoughts, will you miss me as a wandering wanderer as a loving mother?
The banyan tree in my hometown ...