Winter tree
Winter Tree's first tweet was on August 12, 2016, and was later updated in 2017 to the new Winter Tree. In order to preserve the historical articles, Dongshu Yaa will reprint some of the works of the old number from time to time for the convenience of authors and readers. These words are put into the album [about the year].
camellia
Text | Chill
Han Li, formerly known as Li Jian, is a native of Lianyuan, Hunan. Some works have been published in "New Hunan", "Hunan Poets", "Loudi Poetry", "Loudi Daily", "Loudi Evening News" and various network literature special numbers.
Recite | Chill
There are two camellias in my backyard, one pink and one white, which is a scene in the garden and a love in the hearts of our whole family.
In the evening, my mother called, and her words were filled with unconcealed joy, saying that the camellia flowers had once again opened with frost, especially the white camellia flowers bloomed particularly beautifully...
The camellias I remember always blooming in late autumn and cold winter are full of life. Every year in the late winter and shallow spring, the cold wind is cold, the wisps of frost and mist soak the camellias, and her lush green branches begin to bud and sprout. You see: the camellia flowers with smiling faces, dozens of heart-shaped petals cascading on top of each other, lining the yellow buds in the petals, very quiet and elegant; the white camellias, like snow and jade, are white and flawless, and the clusters are crowded all over the branches. Those green branches, on the other hand, are quietly hidden under the blooming flowers, pumping young shoots and giving birth to new life. Familiar guests come to the house, always to see this tree full of camellias, always full of praise.
The literati inkers in history have never spared their love and praise for camellias. Su Shi once had a poem: "Camellia is relative to Ah who planted, drizzle no one I come alone." It seems that it will not be with the king, and the rotten red is like fire and snow. "It depicts the poet when he braved the rain to admire the flowers. The patriotic poet Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty also wrote poems praising camellias many times, the most prominent of which was "the East Garden has two winds in three days, and the peach and plum are swept away from the ground." Only camellia is durable, and the green bushes put several branches of red. "
A few days ago, I saw the flower language of camellia flowers in a miscellaneous book: cute, humble, ideal love. When I thought about it, I really said it to the extreme, camellia flowers, both warm and thick, light and fresh, but also proud of frost and snow, indomitable. It reminds me of my father.
His father was a native of Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, a member of the geological exploration team who worked in the field for many years. According to my father, I became a loyal fan of my mother when I met her, but whenever I had time, I would follow in my mother's footsteps. The emperor paid off, and the father eventually won the heart of his mother.
After marriage, the husband and wife lived in two places, gathering less and leaving more. Her mother was a "workaholic" and the "pillar of the troupe", and the leaders of the municipal party committee at that time began to lobby and encourage my father to handle the transfer in order to keep her mother. In order to take care of his wife and daughter, his father made sacrifices and transferred from the big city to the small place of Lianyuan. At the same time, it also ended the days when my sister and I grew up "eating in the canteen" with our mother.
The father in memory is a tireless old scalper. At work, my father was extremely outstanding, and he was rated as a provincial "labor model" for five consecutive years. In life, his wife and daughter and later his grandson were taken care of properly. My father is not a sociable person, the taste of being in a foreign country, my father never talks to us in detail, but as an adult, I deeply experienced the helplessness and fear of this loneliness. The camellia tree was cultivated by my father at this time, and over the years, the camellia tree has accompanied my father's loneliness and perseverance, and has also witnessed our reunion and happiness. Camellia trees have become my father's closest companion and an indispensable member of our family. Carefully reading my father, I always feel that my father is like this camellia flower, with a strong personality, frost and proud snow, although ordinary and ordinary, but warm and thick.
Subsequently, camellia trees have undergone many transplants with the relocation. For more than thirty years, camellia trees have long been raised by their father to flourish, and their original thin bamboo-like bodies are now graceful and luxurious. The heart of the family is often warmed by the soft beauty of the camellia flowers, and the white flowers are just like a pure and beautiful dream, which records the cold and warm of the spring and autumn of the years... (This article was first posted on December 20, 2016)
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