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The Soul of the Mangrove Forest

On the water side, you soak a name with gushing blood and tears, so the world calls you "mangrove forest." Although when approaching you, you only show people with deep green, but you, in the depths of time, stand out the thickness, breadth and width.

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Xunliao Bay in Huidong.

Turning over a beautiful crescent-shaped stone bridge, a less eye-catching mangrove forest, at a shallow beach, caught my eye.

The ecological environment here is quite good, and the streets and restaurants are harmonious with people and birds. I found this mangrove forest while chasing the herons. It can touch people's minds and tempt people's thoughts.

The tree should have the style of a tree. If it is measured in this light alone, it seems that it is not enough. Its short stature, entangled one by one, lacked a shocking power; the leaves that had been corroded by the sea and washed by the waves looked old and messy; twisted and twisted, like vine-like trunks, did not pierce the great shore of the sky. When you are old, you can't be a beam of a tall building, but you have to burn it as firewood. But please smash the worldly eye and really get close to the noble soul of a mangrove forest.

When the waves of sand roll in, when the hurricane hits, when the rainstorm pounds, the mangroves stand in a miserable environment, standing up an indomitable backbone.

It stretches the branches of life tragically, tenaciously practicing the hardness of the tree, so that the branches growing from the trunk become solid roots rooted in the mud, stabilizing the raging sediment, forming a powerful protective belt, blocking the strong flow of water, and protecting the fields and houses on both sides. It penetrates the roots of the water, forms a finger, and is used to inhale and feed its own life. As the saying goes: "Wood shows in the forest, the wind will destroy it", mangrove forest is well versed in the concept of survival of the fittest. History has tested the mangrove forest, but it never thought of it, and only easily in the scenic spot, absorbing a few praises. It accepted the gift of fate calmly, collected the sunshine and cold dew at the bottom of the bag, pillowed the starlight, and dreamed of shining.

When the foundation is solid, when the branches are strong, when the branches are dense, the mangrove forest guards the water and soil on one side and nurtures the life of one side.

The lush pavilion covers provide shelter for the birds that run around, and are the home of the birds. Above the tidal flats, there are lively and freehand amphibian fish. There are two types of fish. With the tide coming, but not with the tide, but hiding in the sand, waiting for another tide, one of them; living on the beach, when the tide comes, alertly burrowing into the sand to hide, the second. When a tide passes, around the mangrove forest, a small group of crabs, short fish, sharp snails, and birds of different shapes are active, adding vitality to the mangrove forest and forming a unique tidal culture. Mangroves, in their own countryside, expand, stand on, stretch their unique style in linhai, and record solemn poetry.

And I've been acquainted with mangroves for more than a decade. I remember in Malaysia's Sabah Mangrove Bend, a boat of tourists, full of anticipation, carefully sinks the crab cage into the water. Every few tens of meters, sink one. The tour guide mysteriously said to us: "Don't shout, there will be a good drama when you come back." "At this moment, I imagined the harvest in my mind: quickly salvaging a crab cage, so heavy that two people had to pull it, and the cage was full of eight clawed crabs... However, as the guide put away the last crab cage, we only harvested a few small red crabs sporadically. This is somewhat disappointing. When it gets dark, and then look at the Sabah mangroves, it is a wonderful place: there are flying fireflies everywhere, gently blooming, flashing, like a star hanging in the sky in the treetops, like a child on the ground holding up a micro-lamp to play hide-and-seek. Suddenly, a fairy tale world is lit up. In addition, the proboscis monkeys are infested from time to time, which makes this forest full of fantasy.

The second mangrove forest was seen on Qi'ao Island in Zhuhai. It is a small island of historical significance, and to this day, there are still remnants of the military and civilian resistance against the British on the island. In one corner of the island, a large mangrove forest grows. The crabs there are very gluttonous, there are many birds and finches there, it is very suitable for strolling, fantasizing, singing, shouting....... When the tide recedes on Qi'ao Island, a stop at the edge of the mangrove mud will sink deep into it. Only the mangroves know what a solid foundation is needed to take root in the sea. At this moment, I have a deep sense of awe for the mangrove forest.

No one knows how their life's path will go. The shackles of fate may seem so humble and out of sight. But only by jumping out of the world can we enter the poetry of life and appreciate the beauty of the scenery made of mangroves.

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◆ Editor: Xu Xiangdong

◆ Second Instance: Xiang Caizhi

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