In winter, the leaves began to fall slowly, and in winter vacation, only bare branches were left to stretch in the sky. Just like a few pots of dead branches picked up by others are inserted in a blue porcelain bottle with a narrow mouth and a wide belly.
When I come back to class in spring, when I pass by, buds will sprout on the bare branches. After the next day, the road was covered with scattered buds. Looking up, wow, the bud is actually fully open, as if it had grown from a leaf bud to a leaf overnight, which is amazing. It's a bit like a boy who just shaved his head and grew a stubble the next day. Jade leaves are green and attractive, like a child's tender face, which makes people want to pinch them.
No one who has seen such a grand occasion will forget it.
I always wanted to know its name, but I was too lazy to prove it. I don't know its name yet. So that every time I pass by, I have the impulse to open Taobao to identify what kind of plant geek this is.
But I have never had the courage to do so, otherwise I would become a freak in the eyes of passers-by first. Just like the surprise you gave many good-looking little brothers and sisters. You have an impulse to know each other, but you are not in a hurry to ask their names. A glimpse is just a stunning moment.
In the spring of freshman year, there is a course called ideological and political education, which is solemn and rigorous, teaching people to be human, focusing on the present and planning the future subjects.
Suddenly one day, a sentence flashed on the teacher's PPT page: Spring has come, and even small animals are in love. What about you?
The teacher openly advised us in class that we should fall in love after studying, no matter how meaty teen wolf is.
With the chirping of fine-haired animals outside the classroom window, for a moment, I heard people's desire for love. I thought it was a high school nap without attending classes.
If you start with this word carelessly, it will be too late for puppy love.
If time goes back a few years, it will be such a cold spring rain and east wind. On the road paved with large bluestones leading to my high school dormitory, there is also such a tree standing.
The Chinese teacher in high school is a girl who just graduated and loves to wear beautiful clothes. With young people's melodramatic literary atmosphere, he likes to teach us to write a sentence similar to "the clothes just brought back smell of sunshine" when commenting on the composition. We will also be assigned to write reading notes and make some excerpts to hand in as weekly notes.
So in that spring, before I met a non-flowering tree, I first met a poem by Xi Murong, A Flowering Tree:
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
? -Xi Murong
Because the sentence "friend" can't tell whether it is about love or friendship. The class is still as naive as junior high school, and the gossip is fierce. When you see boys and girls close together, or who mentions more boys and girls, you will be booed by other classmates and friends. The air is full of youthful hormones.
Because I was distracted by caring about an affair, my grades were poor.
Later, when I watched Ashes of Time, Maggie Cheung played Leslie Cheung's ex-lover's lines, but I couldn't tell what it was like, but every sentence struck him in the heart:
I just want him to say a word, and he won't say anything. He was so confident that he thought I would marry him. Who knew I married his brother? On our wedding day, he asked me to go, but I didn't agree. If you lose it, why fight for it? In that case, I won't let him have it.
There was a popular saying at that time: above AUO, lovers are not full.
There is also the obscure English version of "You are my soul mate".
So what? Spring in the south is very short, and after several thunderstorms, it is a restless summer. Time is the most unbearable waiting.
I just don't know if the pious waiting tree in Xi Murong's poem will eventually turn with the environment like Maggie Cheung:
I used to think that sentence was very important, because I thought some words meant a lifetime. Now that I think about it, it makes no difference whether I say it or not. Some things will change. I always thought I won, until one day I looked in the mirror and found that I lost. At my best, my favorite person is not with me. It would be great if we could start over.
What is a life without regrets?
Just like the tree that doesn't bloom, I don't know when I met it again.
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