Bai Yutang, a woman in a pink dress, walked alone in the alley with light steps, but the embroidered shoes embroidered with roses were inevitably stained with some spring mud, but he seemed to care very much. I don't know how many lanes I have walked and how many turns I have made. A bunch of roses appeared in front of me, but they came out of the corner of the alley. The woman paused and wanted to move on, but a petal of residual flowers fell innocently in front of her eyes. I'm afraid I don't want these muddy shoes to stain this little petal, so the woman slowly bent down to pick it up. Although it is a remnant flower, it is more charming than the one on the wall. The woman seems to be thinking about something, thinking about something interesting, and can't help but smile gently. However, the next moment I put it in my pocket and walked lightly to the depths of the alley.
After several turns, a dilapidated house appeared. After a few breaths, the woman has reached the door. I raised my jade hand to knock at the door, but the door was unlocked and open. The woman paced in, and there was a feeling of impatience between her steps. The woman's face showed surprise. It turned out that as soon as she entered the house, cobwebs almost spread all over the dilapidated house. Suddenly, the woman's lips opened and said, "Dad, I'm back." There is anxiety, apology and expectation in the tone. Why hasn't there been any reply for a long time? She climbed up the corner of her eyes and corners of her mouth anxiously in an instant. All over her face, the woman refused to give up. She walked around the hut and kept shouting, "Mom and Dad, where are you?" ! ! "For a long time, the woman was thirsty, her legs were weak, and her eyes were glittering and translucent. After a long time, the woman confirmed that her parents were gone, and the crystal fell from the corner of her eye. It turned out to be tears. Xiujiao made a dash for the door and trampled mercilessly in the mud pit, making those embroidered shoes with some spring mud unrecognizable, and the roses on them were gone. After drinking half a cup of tea, he has run out of the alley.
It turns out that the woman lives in the country, and the dam is out of the alley, with two rows of street trees. It was in the morning, when the sun was shining, under the dam, the sun shone on it, and the residual flowers in the clothes were taken out and thrown into the air. I want to appreciate the residual flowers set against the scorching sun and see how they are different. Why did He Feng catch the residual flowers from the palm of his hand, but he couldn't?
It turned out that the woman's parents had already passed away. When she found the burial place, she knelt on her knees, tears in her eyes mixed with the soil on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and bent down until her forehead touched the ground, and the soil infiltrated into her skirt, dirtying her pink skirt, and the sewage continued. When she touched a woman's slender legs, the cold didn't wake her up at all. She still hid her face and knelt down and cried. The charming body kept shaking and crying, crying and forgetting the time. The setting sun shines on the earth, and the woman has stopped crying, her eyes are empty and her body is numb. She instinctively stood up, turned around and took two steps. The numbness brought by her body made her feel empty, and her knees burst again, because her body was numb and hungry, and she couldn't get up anymore. She stood up with her legs open! Mother staggered along, and finally, she fell down. ...
After being in a coma for several days, she got up again and couldn't remember her name. In desperation, the old man who saved her took it as her daughter. Compared with before, this is the best home God has given her.
(Flowers fall silently. After a spring and autumn, when the wild rose bloomed again, a girl was playing in the field. A look is the girl of that year ...)-Postscript.
When roses are in full bloom, they are a group of beautiful red flowers, and tourists are weaving, which is very lively. Smart people also turned ordinary and large-scale rape flowers in rural areas into golden flower festivals, which aroused people from the city to flock to them.
Regarding flower viewing, there was a joke on the Internet that there was a traffic jam on the way out of town in spring, and the drivers of two cars had nothing to talk about, so they talked about the purpose of their trip. The driver in the city said to go to the countryside to see rape blossoms, and the driver in the countryside said to go to the city to see cherry blossoms. After talking, they closed the window and said to each other, SB, what is so beautiful? Really full of panic.
Now I also talk about flower viewing and roses.
Pay attention to roses because you have to go to work through a fence full of roses in Mochou Lake Campus of Nanjing Xiaozhuang University. On weekdays, commuting is through this fence, which is very common and nothing special, but after entering April, I was attracted by the roses all over the wall.
In the green of a large area of branches and vines, I struggled to push away clusters of flowers and bones. At first, it was a little big, and then it filled up slowly, getting bigger and bigger, and gradually cracked, revealing the bright red. It may be a night of spring rain, or it may be a night of morning breeze, that is, a night of kung fu, roses are blooming all over the wall.
Out of the subway entrance at the north gate of Mochou Lake, you can smell a little rose in the distance, which is similar to roses, but not so rich, mixed with the smell of grass and slightly rustic. Ancient people used roses to make perfume for a long time. The ancient prose "Talk about Tiewei Mountain" tells how to make perfume: using platinum as retort, using wild rose steam to make water, steaming repeatedly, and accumulating fragrance, which is still transparent and sprinkled on people's clothes. More than ten days have passed without stopping. Imagine picking fresh roses in a very expensive metal steamer and distilling them for a long time to take out a little essential oil. It should be very precious. It is no wonder that Liu Kezhuang, a poet in the Song Dynasty, left a poem "Old kindness is like rose water, which drops to the edge of clothes and dies".
Take a closer look, on the new green vine, the blooming red flowers and blossoming flowers are slightly trembling in the breeze, and the flowers are not big. The center of the red petal is the yellow stamen, pink and tender. "The leaves are soft, the rain is fragrant, and it is intoxicating." If you want to touch the flowers with your hands and smell the fragrance nearby with your nose, but when you reach out, you are accidentally pricked by a small thorn on the branch, it will become "green with thorns, red with hearts." The thorn became the escort of the rose. "If there is no fiber on the bone, it must be very thin when it is taken off."
According to Hua Yu Encyclopedia, wild roses represent love and yearning for love, and blooming roses give people a yearning for love. Although the flowers will fade, the favorite in my heart will never fade. Siegfried, a contemporary English poet. Sason once wrote in his description of human nature: "There is a tiger sniffing roses in my heart." It is said that human nature has two sides: it is like an eagle, an angry horse and a waterfall, and it is like a nightingale, a sheep trainer and a quiet pool. The inner ideal is a rose, and the external reality is a tiger. People love their inner roses, but they also admire tigers. The tiger growled. I wonder if the roses are still fragrant?
There are also classic expressions about the contradiction and struggle of human nature in Chinese, such as "Do not forget your initiative mind, to achieve the ultimate goal" which has been widely circulated on the Internet recently. There is a more vulgar sentence in the Analects of Confucius: be cautious and pursue the distance. Comparatively speaking, I prefer the expression "a tiger sniffs a rose in my heart", which is vivid in language, exciting in picture and easy to understand.
People's attitude towards roses is worth pondering. Although the flowers of the rose are colorful and lovely, people always maintain a reserved and indifferent attitude towards her. Hua Yu said that she represents love, but the spokesperson is rose. In order to go to the countryside to see rape blossoms, many city people block the intersections out of the city, but always stay away from the roses that are right beside us.
Maybe it's because there are too many small thorns on the rose, so it's difficult to get close. Perhaps it is because the branches of roses are weak and intertwined, so it is difficult to pick them. Perhaps it is because roses have been growing in corners and roadsides, making it difficult to stop. Perhaps it is because the word "rose" has too much local flavor, which makes it difficult to cherish. But as long as spring comes, no matter in the corner of the city or by the village wall, clusters of roses are still quietly blooming, swaying and enjoying themselves in the spring breeze and drizzle.
If I can live, I would like to go back to the countryside, to my small farmhouse by the sea, and plant roses around the courtyard wall, waiting for the spring breeze to retain the fragrance of the rose garden.
Bai Yutang is in the yard of his hometown. I don't know when wild roses grow. Every spring, this wild rose begins to send out new leaves, and a few days later, the branches are full of green and delicate. After the light rain in late spring, a few small buds will hang on the branches; Inadvertently, these buds have blossomed a few pink flowers for the second time, and their faces are red and fragrant.
Such days last until late summer or early autumn. At this time of the year, I often love to go back to my hometown to see the roses by the yard and the wild roses on the rose vine.
In the spring and summer, when I return to the countryside, I will see Bai Yutang from time to time on the roadside, in the wild side, by the river and in the courtyard wall. There are pink, milky white, goose yellow, golden yellow, red and purple black, with many branches, different colors and various forms. "Rare things are precious", it seems that she is not a beautiful flower, but in my heart, Bai Yutang is unique beside the yard of my hometown.
In the season when wild roses are in full bloom, mountains and plains are full of flowers. Her two flowers are often inconspicuous, but if we pay attention, we will find that her flowers are fragrant. No wonder Gu Lin of Ming Dynasty wrote a poem: "A hundred-foot-long rose branch fills the air into a bridal chamber; Honey leaves are green and heavy, and flowers are red and brocade; Zhang Zhuyun played chess and sent this Zhu Xialong; Xiangyun lost her clothes and left a lingering fragrance in January. " The wild roses beside the yard are not so luxurious, but the winding vines and light makeup flowers are poetic enough; There is also the fragrance of Sanskrit "Xiangyun undresses, leaving a lingering fragrance in January". The breeze blows gently, overflowing the courtyard and the whole house, which really makes people linger for a lifetime.
Qin Guan, a graceful poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, said: "The light thunder falls all night, and the light floating tile is poor;" Affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the rose is weak. "It describes the unique form of roses, which is profound and unforgettable, and it is a rare artistic conception. So are the roses beside my yard. Often in the early morning after the rain, flowers bring rain, without color and heart, but they are submerged by femininity, showing romantic feelings in inaction.
People don't expect anything from themselves. In the Song Dynasty, Li described Bai Yutang's character like this: "Jade girls use green curtains to make up their faces, and powder to make up their faces; It's not too late for spring, so I'm ashamed to be seen by everyone. Hands break soft branches, and thousands of pieces of snow fly. " Yes, all the flowers are blooming, only this wild rose is late, quietly blooming its own beauty, gentleness and tranquility, calmness and calmness, whiteness and beauty, tenacity and loftiness beside the silent yard.
Bai Yutang is really breathtaking and fascinating, but she can control herself and won't be coquettish because of her beauty. Like roses and Chinese rose, she is a gentleman in flowers, with acupuncture all over her body. She always defends her dignity with such armor, showing her personality, which makes the people behind her look at her with fear.
Bai Yutang is free from vulgarity. She won't envy the wealth of peony, the delicate beauty of rose, or expose herself to the sun all her life, but show herself alone, regardless of gain or loss, honor or disgrace, regret, freedom and ease.
Flowers are similar year by year, and people are similar year by year. Bai Yutang by the yard opened and thanked, thanked and opened, wave after wave, year after year, just like my grandparents, my parents, my generation, and maybe my next generation.
If one day, this rose dies, I think a new rose will grow, because the root of this rose has extended to a deep underground place; Although the wild rose will wither, it has taken root in my heart and bloomed forever.