Liang Dongfang
In the spring on the North China Plain, on the North China Plain in the spring, the biggest object is still wheat, which is an endless wheat field.
The process of wheat turning green and growing tall together on the vast land has already begun, which is in great contrast with the desolate landscape of Wanmu Xiao in winter, giving people the joy of color saturation, density, and vastness.
Everyone who has spent the cold on the earth will have a heartfelt joy at this time. This heartfelt joy is almost a universal code in the local dna, and it starts on time, without exception. To say without exception is to say that most people are like this, and there are many people like myself who do this every year. There are expressions of words, there are only words in the streets and alleys, and there are also images of people who walk on the earth after the wheat returns to green in the spring, whether they are comfortable or who look far away and sigh.
Walking on the plains of spring, all the way to the boundless excitement. This is the real world in which we actually live, no matter how many high-rise buildings there are, the ground is still a wheat field singing the protagonist, and everyone who thinks that they live between the reinforced concrete buildings and the complicated names of the streets is actually living in this broad barley field. This is the living geography of the North China Plain, a fact that many people have forgotten and disapproved of. The joy we now walk in such a tartless field of wheat is based on the confirmation, reconfirmation, and repeated confirmation of this fact.
The wheat is already a foot high, walking on the ground, where there is wheat, there is already wet and cool water vapor, the area of wet and cool water vapor is vast, there is a specific wheat composition, how many wheat there are as many amounts of water, as many amounts of water combined, such as green waters. The waters are moist and dry, clearly wet and cool, and there is not a drop of moisture that can flow when you scratch and touch. This is a great spectacle in the arid north. From the return of the wheat seedlings to the beginning of June, until the harvest season of the wheat yellow ripening, such water vapor has been rippling on the earth, far away, increasingly grand, together with the thick shade of early summer, becoming the best concoction for people to avoid the hot sun between morning and dusk.
At least the wheat fields in this area pay attention to the fact that there are no trees around for shade, so there are few large trees in the wheat fields, and once the trees grow, the shade cast by the canopy becomes something that the wheat fields cannot tolerate. The old woods of the wheat fields of the past can only be a distant memory. Only where the wheat fields and nurseries meet, there is still a little bit of a staggered relationship between ancient wheat and trees.
Here, at the edge of the unmanaged nursery in the land is a row of tall peach trees that seem to have been planted as a hedge. They are peach trees that are not for fruit, because they have never been pruned or the like, and grow freely in the form of bushes on the side of the road, growing very chaotically and tall, and the canopy of trees first blooms, forming a horizontal existence like a cloud. The landscape of the miscellaneous peanut trees they form with the tall poplar forest next to them gives a clear layer of antiquity to the road that follows the wheat field and crosses it. The green of the wheat and the pink of the peach blossoms, as well as the green and gray of the small leaves of the big poplar trees, have become the concentration of spring colors on the earth.
The aesthetic relationship between wheat fields, roads and trees that has been around since ancient times should be like this. The wheat field is a huge background in color, the peach blossom is the finishing touch to the painting, and the road is the crucial lead in it. Now you are walking in such a picture scroll from ancient times to the present, and every step is full of surprises, because it only appears on the spring day.
A few old men who came out of the village, their footsteps staggered but also firmly, and walked firmly toward the road between the wheat field and the nursery. They obviously had no clear destination, just to walk through the nursery to the wheat field and walk around the earth of this spring. There is the joy of life there, and the process of going there is already full of joy of life.
The old man who was scooping the ground in the vegetable field at the edge of the village said that he was going to plant spring corn and said that it would be ripe in mid-July. I said mature early, then you can sell for a good price! He said that he would not sell it, he would eat it himself, and now he would grow grain, especially in the vegetable field, and if he didn't grow much, he would eat it for his own family. Yes, the commodity grain in that large field is mechanized, and who will still cultivate the land with a hoe and a pestle and a rake.
I passed by the three-wheeled side of the narrow path he had placed on, and the smoke of burning weeds spread slowly over the plains, for there was no garbage inside, only firewood, which smelled good. The blue smoke spread over the dark green and light green vegetable fields, over the evenly yellow rapeseed flower fields, over the dark green wheat fields, and over the turf fields that were also dark green but lighter in color, and directed people's eyes to the West Mountain not far away, the West Mountain at the end of the small road to the west.
Turf fields are fields for cultivating grass for lawns, with equal spacing sprinkler irrigation equipment in the middle, spraying water non-stop. The crystal light and the grand water vapor and the more uniform lawn grass are all more advanced than the wheat field. Not only in terms of output value, but also in their fine and dense form. That form has an involuntary attraction for people to go up, to sit on it, to roll. For wheat fields, there will be no such impulse.
The puppy, who had been oncoming, saw me coming and immediately jumped into the wheat field, trying to stick his head out and look at me motionlessly from the jagged surround of wheat seedlings of different lengths. The wheat field is a forest to hide from, which is the judgment of the small animals and children.
I smiled and walked slowly; in its wandering and alert gaze, in the midst of thousands of turquoise wheat trees standing silently.
During the Qingming Dynasty, we must be more on the earth, only by walking on the earth and indulging in the wheat field, can we have more surprise discoveries, only then can we have the poetry of wandering leisurely, and can we do our best and smell the will of Heaven.