Early spring red camellia
Hermang
Chongqing is full of camellias, because camellias like humidity and warmth, and the climate of Chongqing is suitable for the growth of camellias. When the plum blossoms are still spitting out their fragrance on the vigorous branches, the camellia has many buds that rush out from between the turquoise leaves, each one is strong and full, and can't wait to predict the information of early spring. When the spring rain blows, the flowers bloom one after another, as if overnight, the flowers are dotted with branches.
There is a red camellia on the window sill of my house, I don't know what kind of variety it is, it is not expensive to come, it is my father who cut a branch from the garden and inserted it in the pot. My father tirelessly brought in the pots, picked up the soil, and planted the camellias. "I don't read books or computers all day long, I look at flowers and plants when I rest, and I nourish my eyes and my heart." Father said.
My father came to my house every week to help buy the week's worth of food, cook a few meals, and share the heavy chores for me.
Father ten minutes love this red camellia, every time the cooking of rice water, washing vegetable water, poured it, but also from the vegetable market to fish, loach, yellow eel and other animal intestines, into fertilizer, buried in the pot, the soil is fertile and soft, camellia sprouts, whizzing on the ground, thick trunk, leafy, blooming vigorously, magnificent. The flowers are strong, with large bowls, heavy on the branches, rich in color, causing bees to buzz, and all spring is lively.
It was placed on the windowsill of my study, and when I was tired of reading, I looked out the window, and the plum had resigned the last wisp of fragrance of the branches, and the garden was silent, and the magnolias, apricot blossoms, and plum blossoms were still preparing to develop, only the camellias made a spring mood in the branches.
Flowers have character. Different flowers have different characters. Meilan Zhuju is known as the Four Gentlemen, self-styled, sparse, elegant, quiet, plum side playing flute, evoking jade people. The ancients liked to plant bamboo poles in front of the study, to smell the sound of autumn, and the green dark attacked the window, taking its tranquility. Compared with these high-quality flowers and trees, the camellia flowers are too ordinary and intense, and they bloom a lively spring regardless of the disregard. Zhang Dai wrote about his plum blossom bookhouse: "Xixi plum bone ancient strength, Dian tea several stems, feminine next to it", plum bone ancient strength, Dian tea feminine, camellia posture is ordinary, can be seen.
Camellias are found everywhere and are famous for their Yunnan tea. His father was a soldier in Yunnan when he was young, and after retiring from the army, he came to Chongqing, which may be the reason why he has a special love for camellias. His father lost his mother at an early age, his family had many brothers and sisters, his family was poor, and he signed up for the army as a teenager. He was versatile, playing and singing, proficient in everything, and well-written, very much valued by leaders; humble, helpful, and deeply loved by his comrades-in-arms. His achievements are outstanding, and he has been repeatedly commended by the troops. It was a glorious time in my father's life. The poor peasant boy, wearing a green military uniform, became a heroic soldier, stationed on the border of the motherland, he was deeply honored.
Camellias are easy to raise, long flowering, strong vitality, and do not pick the environment, the streets and alleys, everywhere. Father said, in a tone of lightness. The camellia flowers on the windowsill, year by year, the branches are thicker and stronger, the branches are luxuriant, the crown is like a cloud, the original pot can no longer accommodate, the father found a large pot of blue and white porcelain, and transplanted it over. With enough space, it grows even more wantonly, and every year in early spring, it pulls out branches and blossoms, attracting bees and butterflies.
At some point, between the dense branches, a huge hive appeared, and what flew out and flew in were some dark-colored and huge-bodied bees, which were stinging horse bees. The firefighters came to pick the honeycomb and used fire to attack, the honeycomb was removed, and the camellia was also damaged nearly half of the leaves, and the vitality was seriously injured. My father watered it with rice and vegetables, occasionally buried some homemade fertilizer, and in the early spring of the following year, it bloomed vigorously with trees and flowers.
I live at home, and I don't have to go out to feel the excitement of spring. It's a bustle that's exclusive in silence. Every spring, it starts with this pot of camellias. Every year, its blossoming has become the expectation in my heart. One, two, countless flowers, brilliant stars, a good year, from here. The camellias on the windowsill opened silently, and my father was busy in the kitchen, washing, frying, frying, and frying... A warm aroma fills the room. I thought that such a situation would become eternal.
However, his father suddenly fell seriously ill and died.
My father's busy figure disappeared, and no one whispered those old stories in my ear anymore. The kitchen was deserted.
Carelessly serving flowers and plants, camellias neglecting to take care of them, and pots full of weeds.
Suddenly, one day, two camellias bloomed quietly in the branches, only to suddenly realize that it was another year of spring, the dense branches and leaves were full of flower buds, and the new green calyx could not cover the first bright red, and in the blink of an eye, the flowers would bloom like a brocade, brilliant and dazzling. Nothing can stop the footsteps of spring.
I still remember that my father said that the camellia flowers are full of vitality and easy to feed; I also remember that my father's eyes were shining when he talked about his life in the army; my father also said that he wanted to go back to Yunnan to see his old comrades-in-arms and eat a bowl of steaming rice noodles across the bridge...
The spring breeze blows, and the flowers and leaves make a fine sound, like the words of the father.
This can be a memory, but at that time it was already confused!
(Author Affilications:Chongqing University)
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