1. Dandelion
Fluttering like feathers, easy as yarn, autumn to fly to the end of the world.
Dandelions are so free. Acacia pulse Juan Juanyi, the velvet dance wind is full of flowers, the breeze blows, scattered with the wind, no matter how hard you try, you can't catch it. Only a soft breeze is needed to make it flutter around, when the wind stops, it is just quietly waiting, waiting for the arrival of the next gust of wind, with the wind as a companion, with the wind as the bottom line, symbolizing freedom, but it is so peaceful, dancing with the wind, the twilight is leisurely accompanied by caixia, only the true meaning of the sentence, but at this time it is dazed.
Dandelions are so brave. The scenery and dangerous peaks are all over the eyes, and Gan will send Chunxi to a thousand families. They will have the courage to face the danger, and perhaps, because of its existence, make this place look like a fairyland. It cannot choose where it falls, but wherever it falls, it will grow persistently. Scattered by the wind, but able to face the injustice of fate, tenaciously survive, with the encounter but positive and upward, face the difficulties.
Yes, just as everything has been arranged, it is the prodigal son of the wind, but it cannot choose, can only face the difficulties, go with the wind, and when the wind stops, it keeps to itself and does not waver. Perhaps, without the wind, dandelion, it would not be so free, perhaps, without the wind, dandelion, it would not be so brave, this prodigal son, can only slowly become a hermit, perhaps, the so-called unrestrained, will fall, without the wind, in exchange for the dandelion's peace, but, although the wind for the dandelion is an unpredictable future, it still chooses to go with the wind, follow the footsteps of the wind, because they are the children of the wind, because they are the symbol of freedom, ah, ah, How can the sun escape the moon, how can the dandelion escape the call of the wind, since everything has become a fixed number, then why not face it, let yourself grow in adversity, and then, let the occasional gust of wind take its story farther away, growth, is the dandelion's answer to the wind.
Perhaps, I am the dandelion of freedom, waiting for the call of the wind, with the wind as the companion, with the wind as the bottom line, the uncertain wind, where will I be blown? What will I face? I have no way of knowing, but I will still follow in the footsteps of the wind, let the wind accompany me, witness my growth, lead me to the new soil, take root again, sprout, grow.
2. Orchid grass in the hometown
The Dabie Mountains stretch for more than 1,000 kilometers, with heavy mountains and ravines. My hometown, Wangjiapu, is located in the northern corner of Dabie Mountain, in Jinzhai County.
In February, on the shore of the river bay, in the corner of the daisy wall, magnolia hung its branches early. In March, the mountains are red and fiery. After that, there are rows of camellias, rows of peach and plum, and pear blossoms of trees and trees, and with the embellishment of these grasses, Dabie Mountain has bright colors and spring light.
Orchid flowers bloom early without magnolias, without the ultimate splendor of yingshan red, nor the sweet fragrance of camellias, it blooms in late spring. Everything grows vigorously, the thick and thick leaves hang low, and the green grass and trees compete to move upwards. Orchid flowers stand quietly next to the grass and in the shade. The slender, narrow leaves stretched out effortlessly, not between the grasses, closest to the dirt, no different from other weeds. It just calmly pulls out its own young shoots, and releases the strength it has accumulated for a winter, little by little. In the first rays of the morning sun, in the misty rain of the afternoon, or after the twilight, they bloom quietly one by one, stretching out their half-yellow and half-green petals. The small, red-colored flower buds exude a unique fragrance.
This fragrance is not the strong fragrance of magnolia flowers, not the sweet fragrance of peony peony, nor the smell of all kinds of mixed perfumes in the mall, but the earthy fragrance of the soft earth, the scent of cypress dappled leaves, and the fragrance of grass dew. This fragrance, as if washed by the spring rain, so quietly and gently, invades your nostrils, so that people can never forget.
If there are no orchid flowers, Dabie Mountain in spring must be very lonely. An orchid flower on the bank of the stream, accompanied by babbling water; an orchid flower at the root of an ancient tree, which is attached to insects and birds; an orchid flower in Wang Jiapu, Yuanna is dotted with fireworks in the world, carrying the dreams of countless wanderers.
In the spring, the Wang family brought back from the mountains all kinds of wild vegetables, firewood, and bouquets of orchid flowers, which were inserted in the glass bottles of the hall house. The night is breezy and the courtyard is perfumed with wisps of fragrance. In the depths of memory, some things, people, time and even space are chaotic, but the fragrance of orchids and flowers in the air under the moonlit night is buried in the depths of the soul. On a silent night, even if you smell a wisp of orchid flowers, the memory will immediately become clear, sweet and sad. The orchid flowers of the hometown are an endless wisp of nostalgia for wanderers wandering in a foreign land.
When the petals of the orchid flower began to wither in pieces, fading into a sweet fragrance, it became a grass that was no different from other weeds, which was the beginning of another life course. Therefore, it adheres to the true color of grass, grows silently, hides between the turnips, sucks the rain and dew, and accumulates strength. I think our lives should be the same, obeying the seasons and laws, calmly in good times, and calm in adversity.
After graduating from high school, I went out to study and never spent a full spring from my hometown. This year, due to the impact of the new crown pneumonia epidemic, my children and I are stranded in our hometown. Then live.
In my spare time, I like to see the aquatic grass and small fish in the river bay, the cooking smoke slowly rising on the daisy roof, the rape flowers that linger in the bees, and of course, the orchid flowers that I can't forget. With the child, he went down the edge of the mountain several times to look for orchid flowers, but it was difficult to find them. However, I saw a few plants behind the neighbor's house, neatly arranged around the cement floor, and suddenly felt a little less elegant and interesting.
In recent years, people who have gone out have dug up orchid flowers to take to distant places, and I also took an orchid flower away from my hometown a few years ago. The husband used a delicate large flower pot, bought soil suitable for orchid flowers, and carefully planted it. The first year blossomed, and there was no movement for several years. In my busiest years, every day was hurried, where there was time to manage it. The mother-in-law will water and fertilize it when she is idle, and it grows quietly in the pot like a small grass. This year, the family went back to their hometown together, and when we came back after the epidemic was effectively controlled, it had withered. I regret that I should not take it to the city, it belongs to the deep mountains and valleys, to the wider world, and the narrow pots are always suffocated.
In the ten years since I left Wang Jiapu, I have always looked up in the direction of my home in the moonlight for countless nights. At this time, the orchid flower emerges from the depths of memory, and it still stands still in the depths of valleys, streams, and distant forests
3. Su Xue
Always at the most inadvertent moment, there is a surprise full of surprises, sprinkled with foreign water, and the colorful nature has evolved into an ancient mystery. At first, it was still the stage of dawn, with the green of the mountain girl, sporadically suppressed and fanatical dancing, from a distance in the vast emptiness, suddenly thrown into the human world, and suddenly became invisible. Soon, a body was projected onto the bizarre stage, and the overwhelming feelings were performed.
The street lamp is always a charming eye, projecting the cold and clear light onto the flowery girl, the girl is draped in a fine snowflake, standing under the street lamp with snow, happily for a photo that is enough to express the mood, moving forward and backward, holding up the mobile phone, letting the taxi scream unscrupulously, adjusting the focus of life over and over again.
But snowflakes do not manage Chiang Mai in the world, unscrupulously throwing the figure in the air that is not yet bright, squeezing and squeezing, and letting romance be in the light pillar of the headlights; winding and paving on the path under the feet, painting the distant landscape into the color of imagination, letting the mountains bear snow, letting the city land, letting the people who get up early to walk clear in their hearts, the image of a different world, wrapped in silver, a thousand miles and one color.
In the distance, the almost bonsai-like elephant mountain at the city gate has long been lost in chaos. On the mountain, the man-made building seems to be still unwilling to be lonely in the snow world, struggling to hold up the low torso, in the middle of the snow of heaven and earth, Ai Ai straightened his body. Snow, on the other hand, bloated the skin of the mountain for no reason, wrapped the artificial emerald green in the plain world, and arranged the rhythm of winter at will.
The two finches on the locust tree on the side of the road ignored the unexpected arrival of the snow, jumping on the snowflake-covered branches, while chattering and arguing, you stared at me, I kicked you, the snow on the tree was afraid, they were crowded together, stuck to the branches, afraid of the rash finches slapping their faces.
I can't help but remember the snow of my childhood, when the snow seemed to be more oceanic, more arbitrary, more full of innocence and fun. Su Xue is a fairy tale in the world of children. When I was a child, the naughty boys on the way to school, carrying a brazier for heating, ran all the way in the laneway, and from time to time raised their arms to let the stove dance a big flower in the air, disturbing the darkness and no longer silent. Sometimes, the charcoal flew out of the basin, like a meteor, with a bright light scattered into the four fields, and then suddenly burrowed into the snow, squeaking without a trace, but leaving countless laughter and joy. Happy, with the brazier to clear the snow, some rolling on the ground, and some discussing how to catch the birds, Su Xue buried the bird's rations, and the clever bird had to fly to the window outside the classroom and peck at the paste on the window paper with its mouth. The children in the classroom gently raised their hands, followed the figure of the birds, quickly held their fingers and pressed the bird's claws, the frightened birds flapped their wings outside, the children shouted happily at the teacher inside, the teacher was amused, sent a childlike heart, ran to the door, helped the child catch the birds in, let the birds fly in the classroom.
It was dawn, the snow was still continuing, the heavens and the earth had long been mixed together, and everywhere was dazzling white. The green mountains in the distance were bloated and changed their appearance under the cover of snow; the figure of the small river suddenly appeared thin, and the water surface was covered with a layer of green mist, slowly rising. The snow has put on a crystal clear coat for the world, which is not light and full of elegance. The people who wear red and green on the road make Su Xue more feminine, a childlike, and a leisurely person. People who have retreated to hurry up, pose in the world of snow, and use their mobile phones to record the snow and the momentary pleasure of people. The grass on the side of the road, slowly covered by plain snow, only reveals a little color, and constantly looks out, like a tired child, opening his sleepy eyes endlessly, accumulating spring and autumn dreams for the cold winter wilderness.
Su Xue, who had been absent for a long time, came to the human world in this way.
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Source: Poetry and Far Away
Huizhou Vocational college of economics
-tuanwei19-
Editing: Biaocan, Dazhong
Preliminary: Wen Ying, Man Rong, Jia Ru
Review: Huang Yun, Wang Peixin
Final Judge: Lin Ke
The Ai Hui Sutra is a kind of life