Seven years ago, I rented a cabin converted from a warehouse in Muka. Although the hut is short and shabby, it is very interesting because of its extremely beautiful scenery.
Every morning when I open the window, I look into the distance. The first thing I saw was the papaya tree planted by the window, and then a tall banyan tree. There is a garden under the banyan tree, with vegetables and flower beds. The vegetable garden and flower beds are surrounded by a small lake of about half an acre. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are always ducks and geese fed by the landlord in the lake.
I write in a window with good wind and scenery every day. When you are tired, as long as you look up at the window, you always feel clear in your chest.
What I like best is that a corner of the lake is full of green bag lilies. It is said that the cloth-bag lotus is a low-grade aquatic plant with strong fecundity. If you throw it anywhere there is water, it will grow. Lush and strong. The shape of the cloth bag lotus is really beautiful. Its root is a round bulb with many layers in green. Its leaves are also very strange, rolled into a circular arc, like a child looking up at the sky and playing the trumpet.
Sometimes, I will catch some cloth-bag lilies and put them on my desk. They have no land, often stay green for a long time without immediate moisture, and their withering is not like ordinary plants. They turn from green to yellow and then slowly dry out, which is particularly pleasing.
Later, a neighbor moved to my neighborhood. He keeps several sheep. For some reason, his sheep like to eat banyan leaves. He breaks off many banyan leaves every day to raise sheep. Finally, he simply tied his plants under the banyan tree and climbed up the tree to pick leaves. In just a few weeks, all the leaves of the banyan tree were picked, leaving only bare branches and faded bare branches swaying in the strong wind.
I hate that middle-aged man who is herding sheep.
When the banyan leaves are finished, he said that his sheep also like to eat lilies.
He specially made a long bamboo pole to catch the bag lotus in a small lake, and it was a big one when fishing. Before long, a large piece of cloth-bag lotus was eaten by a flock of sheep. Although I stopped him several times and had an argument, banyan and bag lotus grew there for a long time because they were wild and there was no human competition for them. The man asked me a word, "Did you plant it?"
That man's sheep breeding technology is not good, and his sheep soon became ill; Soon, he also moved out, but I had a bare autumn, and I was very sad every time I opened the window.
When winter comes, I often walk alone by a small lake. I can't see a bag lotus, and I often touch the fig branches that have been ruthlessly cut off. Even the ducks and geese in the lake are not as hard as before. I often look at the dead bag lotus in the Leng Yue at the window of the cold wind at night, and I feel so bitter that I want to cry. I think both the lotus and the banyan have disappeared forever in this small lake.
After the hot winter, spring began to get busy. I dare not open the window and hide in the hut to sort out the unfinished manuscript.
One day, an old friend came to visit and suggested taking a walk by the lake. I was surprised to find that the banyan tree didn't know when it grew a small bud. New shoots are not one leaf and two leaves, but thousands of plants. Four or five tiny buds appeared on the edge of all the broken wounds, making the almost withered banyan tree seem to be covered with a coat full of green pearls. It is even more wonderful to wrap lotus flowers. The original corner has been filled and extended to both sides. Although each flower is only one inch long, it is more lingering because of its lower height. Dark green has not yet grown up, it is transparent green.
I told my friend the story of a flock of sheep. For the recovery of Bao Lianhua and Banyan, we embraced happily by the lake. To celebrate the victory of life, we were drunk in the spring outside the window that night.
At that time, I only knew that I was happy for the rebirth of the banyan tree and the bag lotus, because I was so happy during that time that I didn't know what it meant.
After several years of vicissitudes, I feel that emotions and years are grinding people. I often think of myself as a banyan tree, or a cloth bag lotus. Emotion and years are grazing a group of evil sheep, gnawing at our original lush and lively hearts. Some people died in these bites, and some people failed. Death and failure are far from inevitable. The question is whether the east wind will come again and whether it will rupture itself.
Of course, the old scar of the wound can't be completely healed, and the lotus flower eaten can't be recovered. Failure in combination does not mean failure to heal, and failure in rehabilitation does not mean failure to regenerate. Any emotion and years of frustration can always be solved!
I opened my diary seven years ago, and when I was drunk that day, I wrote two sentences obliquely:
"To be happy with the heavy work,
Don't grieve for death. "