The wind broke the calm and turned green.
Deep precipitation, shallow flying. Jumping sunshine, flashing life. Yellow green, turquoise, green, green, dark green, flowing. Carrying the quiet years, stretching.
one
Old trees make people attached.
I think of my father-the thin figure always wrapped in a black coat. Father, like a tracker, tied the heavy responsibility of supporting his family to a string, grabbed his shoulder and twisted in the years. Always in the bleary-eyed field of vision, I saw my father still working in front of the computer, with a grim expression. He took a deep breath of cigarettes, lit a few cigarettes gently on the ashtray, and ejected a stream of white smoke from his nostrils and mouth, which slowly spread in the dead silent living room, then merged into the air and became more solidified. At night in this room, only the figure of my father's arch building is left; The night in this world is just a microcosm of my father. The father in front of people is dignified and dignified. I used to remember chatting with my mother on the balcony until my childhood. My mother glanced at my father who was working in the living room and smiled: "When you were young, your father was your super nanny. I cried when I hugged you. As long as your father hugged you, he would sleep soundly! " He washed diapers ... "I was lost, surprised and a little ashamed-everyone was taken care of by my mother."
Father, it is still like a tree, with broad palms, propping up leaves, propping up me and propping up my home.
Let's tell a story.
When my father was in his hometown, his salary was too low, only two or three hundred a month. In order to improve my life, I decided to work hard in Z city. When I first arrived in Z city, I met an old high school classmate who had been separated for seven or eight years. It is said that this old classmate stopped studying in high school and has been fooling around with a group of friends. When I learned that my father was looking for a job, I introduced him to a big brother, saying that he could get one or twenty thousand yuan a month. When I was in my hometown, my father heard from some fellow villagers that this "big brother" was a notorious hooligan. So, without saying anything, he politely refused, immediately led his family out of Z city, and never contacted the old classmate again. Later, my father went to work in Shenzhen. However, I heard from my mother that during that time, the salary was pitiful, and it seemed that I could barely support my family. Since then, my father has been climbing up by his own talent and hard work.
Father is a tree, standing in the noise. In the bustling city, he still insists on principles, dignity and his insignificant touch of green.
When autumn came quietly to my father, so I-
Standing on the tree.
two
Standing on the opposite side of the tree, touching the rough bark with your hands, life rotates in the thick trunk and spirals up with the annual rings. On the bare branches that have long been exploited by the cold wind, the transparent wings of reddish brown and green are squeezed out and soar in the chilly early spring breeze-the life conceived in death.
A few days ago, I came home from school with my friends. On the sidewalk on the way, a row of street trees were bare, and a few dead leaves hung on them, curled up into a ball, just like a caterpillar turned into a butterfly pupa, gestating something. "Crack" I was startled and the leaves fell to the ground. I wonder, it is spring, but a large piece of dead leaves has fallen.
"Come and see!" My friend suddenly cried out with joy.
I leaned down and saw that the bare branches gathered a little green bit by bit-a few young leaves! It is so humble and light green, but it burns my eyes; Such a weak pulse shocked the soul. I just reached out to touch it. I was immediately scolded by my friend's anger-
"Don't break new leaves!"
Maybe this is a poetic guess, but I want to believe it. The haggard brown on the ground gave way to the green of a tree and fell dead. The sound echoed in my ears, crisp and sweet as wind chimes, fragmented and destroyed. I am attached to it. I still cling to the branches in winter. Like all old people, I began to fall in love with the sunset, counting the days, and then sighed happily: I am so lucky to live one more day. Finally, it disappeared with the color of the sunset; Must be very bright, determined to give up, obviously falling, but it feels so light. Finally, the thin soul, drifting with the wind, sings the ballad that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more".
Suddenly a little guilty. Fortunately, I didn't hurt the fragile newborn born in death.
Standing on a tree, performing phoenix nirvana in the dance of death.
three
I don't know the world, and the world doesn't know me.
Mom always says I think too much. Perhaps, I should be a young girl in the country, but I entered the city. This change made me know too many things too early. However, contrary to Mr. Lu Xun's childhood, both of them alternated between extremes and peeped into the world through a twisted gap. My father never recommended me to read any books. I don't know his intention except a dream of red mansions. Every time I complain that I am bored or don't understand, my father will scold me. You haven't read deeply. What's to complain about? I still remember accidentally seeing a program on TV explaining the characters in the dream of the Red Chamber. In the program, an old scholar with gray hair lamented: I have read Dream of Red Mansions for more than a hundred times, and I still can't figure out the relationship. After many years, should I also sigh: I have lived in this world for decades, and I still can't figure out the rules of this society.
At the age of thirteen, I should be a lively and cheerful girl. Yes, I just got out of my childhood, and I'm still a little childish. Actually, it's just ordinary cash. The other half of me is deformed by my complicated "society" of 13 years old, like a distorted personality, afraid to express my emotions frankly and must be suppressed. I mentioned in my article that it is a kind of life interest to taste loneliness, but it is difficult to reach that level. I am afraid of loneliness and rejection, so I speak very carefully. Li Ka-shing said, "Most people want to change the world, few people want to change themselves", but now I still want to keep my true feelings.
Hide in the shade and stand quietly.
Ancient trees give people a sense of awe. He never complained that the cruelty of the wind blew off his branches and leaves, nor did he complain that the beating of the rain disturbed his peace; I will not complain about people's wanton teasing, nor will I complain about the noise of the city. Not resigned to fate, but let nature take its course. Not endure, just silence. It is often said that smart people tend to choose silence.
Standing on a tree, the world is so simple!