Just as my career was booming, I was abruptly kicked by life: my elderly mother was seriously ill and it seemed that time was running out; My boyfriend, who has been in love for eight years, broke up on the grounds that the focus was one-sided after work and the lack of business relationship became more and more barren.
Silly thunder fell from the sky and the sun disappeared.
Looking up at the sky, I saw the gray cloud gradually expanding, expanding and expanding until it filled the whole sky.
At this time, she just came back from the hospital with her mother. She settled her mother, said a few words to her father and went to work. As soon as she went out, she saw that the sky had changed.
But tomorrow the unit will be inspected by the superior, and some activities of the students in their class are not ready yet. She had to go to school at once, thinking of this, she stepped on the pedal faster.
After making all the preparations, she returned to the office and all her colleagues were off work.
At the moment, she is very disappointed.
Where are you going? Go home, she doesn't want to see her mother tortured by illness. She is also afraid that her mother will find out about breaking up with her boyfriend. She doesn't want her mother to know about it for the time being. Go to the place where they stayed. There are traces of sadness everywhere. Besides, she can't go. The key has been returned to him. At this point, Yangmei looked at the school gate in a daze and stayed until the doorman locked the door before slowly walking out of the office.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.
Go downstairs, ride a bike and move on.
When she left the school, she looked up and saw that the gray sky was wet, and those clouds seemed to come out as soon as they were twisted. However, she didn't care so much, just tried to push and push.
Second Bridge, Additives Factory, Golf Course, Cross Bridge, Ginkgo Forest, Plaza ...
In one breath, she rode more than ten kilometers.
She stopped the car slowly in front of a dead willow forest.
These willows were transplanted a few years ago, and moved here to beautify the river environment. They are outsiders in the city. A friend introduced her, saying that this forest is very shocking, and every tree is a novel, which is worth seeing. I haven't paid attention to it because I am busy.
Approaching the Woods, she saw that these withered willows belonged to her grandparents. Look at the trunk that needs two or three people to hug. It's at least a hundred years old. The rough bark left traces of sun and rain, and the cracked wrinkles were full of vicissitudes. Look at those mutilated branches, it seems that you can read something everywhere. Some branches have died, the water that nourishes life is gone, and there is little bark wrapped outside; There are cracks between some branches and trees, and the gardener surrounds them with cement. The soil filled in the gap maintains the life of the branches, and the green leaves are still lush; As for the willow branches fluttering in the wind, they grow on the dry and thick branches that have been sawn off.
After reading these, Yang Mei seems to have listened to a "Hero" and watched an "Ordinary World". She was too excited to control herself. After a while, she sat on the withered willow root and counted the bare dead roots. These withered roots, like the blue veins on the back of grandma's hand, burst into clear veins, each of which seemed to record an unforgettable day, and then stood by the tree, stroking countless scars on it. These marks have different shapes and distinct outlines, and each scar seems to record a bitter past.
Looking at their miserable appearance, the pain in her heart became more serious.
Suddenly, a heavy rain fell on her face and ran down her cheeks. Then, two drops, three drops ... At this moment, many drops of rain fell on her face and ran down her cheeks. The coat is wet, the pants are wet, and the whole body is wet.
Wet, how to do it, simple, she leaned against the tree, and the rough bark made her back ache. She didn't care so much, so she watered it with rain and bark. At this point, she has an unprecedented pleasure. This kind of happiness, like wings, spread rapidly and pervaded the whole body, driving away the pain that haunted me these days.
I can't help shouting "Ah-"and "Ah-"at the falling rain, at the withered old willow and at the rain curtain that covers the sky.
After shouting, she sat there for a long, long time. ...
When she opened her eyes, the rain had stopped and the sun appeared through the cracks in the dark clouds. As soon as I looked up, I hit the sun. Suddenly, the sunset stung my eyes.
Rubbing her eyes and stepping on the green grass under her feet, she walked slowly forward.
Walking, inadvertently turned around, a closer look, these thick branches intertwined, as if to build a channel, one after another, very spectacular. And she just came from one of the channels. This scene is like a stage built in a costume drama. She seems to have come from the long river of history and left the smoke behind.
It turns out that the dead tree is also a landscape, and she has become a landscape in the landscape.
Standing on the edge of the withered willow forest, she remembered the word "image" that the teacher especially liked to mention when she was talking about poetry appreciation when she resumed classes in senior three. "Liu" is one of many images, and it is also the favorite image used by ancient poets. It means to stay, and it means to grow up easily. Look at these old willows in front of me. I don't know how many days they lived in their own land, and the wheel of fate transported them to the north bank of Weihe River. Here, they still survived. Although they are now devastated and miserable, as long as they pass the buffer period, they will still become graceful willows and the most beautiful scenery in spring.
Thinking of this, Yangmei pushed the car home, and the idea of solo dance was formed at the moment she got on the bus. She even named it Rebirth. ...