Text/Zhu Yufu
Fang Fei in April, by the strong convective weather, not only makes the peach blossoms full of charm, but also the Aishan sycamore flowers in the steel district of Jinan City, Jinan City, almost bloom at the same time as the peach blossoms. The lilac sycamore flowers bloom neatly under the hot wind of 30 degrees Celsius; in the quiet mountain village of epidemic prevention and control, the sweet sycamore fragrance of sycamore flowers is breathtaking, and the virus of the epidemic is extinguished with the heat.
"In March, the sycamore begins to bloom, and the sycamore blossoms on the south branch of the phoenix". When I was a child, I remember that my hometown Luohanyu Village was full of plane trees, and when spring came, the fragrance of sycamore flowers filled the whole village, and the children after school would pick up sycamore flowers on the bluestone paved roads, grass and firewood stacks to feed the sheep at home, and the adults said that the pollen in the sycamore flowers could make the sheep fatten and sell them for money so that we could go to school.
When the sycamore blossoms, we also have a kind of fun is to play with our friends under the plane tree, and listen to the grandmother tell the story of the little family finches crossing the river cliff under the plane tree, and the story buries the heart and wishes of the teenager. At that time, sycamore trees were planted in the courtyards of every household in the village, perhaps because of the expectation of "planting sycamore trees and attracting golden phoenixes"; perhaps it was for the sake of giving dowries to their daughters in the future; perhaps it was because they became talents earlier than other trees. So the most common in the village is the plane tree. When the flowers bloom in March, the whole village will turn into a sea of lilac in the distance, and the clusters of flowers will look like purple waves, and the whole village will be in the ocean of flowers. My friends and I often compete to climb trees in order to pick sycamore flowers, to see who climbs fast and who climbs high. Because of climbing trees, our arms and legs were less skinny and hairless, and even our clothes and pants were torn. At that time, we never cared about these things, nor did we consider the consequences, that is, we knew that we would be beaten and scolded when we went home, and we were also happy to do it. Tired of climbing, we found a thick rope, tied to the thick branches of the plane tree, tied to a washboard underneath, sat on it, and swung leisurely on the swing.
Sometimes when the adult is not at home, he draws a circle on the trunk with a chalk head, pulls out the "dart" he made, throws it at the target, and then a "dart" in the center, so he rejoices. Pull out the "dart" and the trunk "burst into tears".
A nameless spring breeze blew down the blooming sycamore flowers and hit us in the face. We picked up the clean and bright ones, pulled down the flower pedicles, squeezed the roots of the flat flowers, greedily sucked on the only drop of nectar, and sniffed our tongues beautifully. Then we wore the flower peduncle into a large necklace with needle and thread and put it around our necks, like heroes who had returned from triumph, striding forward. Sycamore tree is different from other tree species, it is the first flower to flower and then long leaves, each plane flower is not neatly grown on the branches, but very chaotically gathered at the top of a gray-brown branch, nestled in clusters, the flower color is purple and white, shaped like a trumpet, the flower flavor is fragrant, natural and simple, and the personality blooms in the spring light. From a distance, it looks like a cloud of floating clouds, setting off the spring sky more clearly and clearly.
Back home on Sunday, just when the sycamore blossoms are in full bloom, the car is driving on the straight country road, through the car window, a huge canopy of trees, illuminated by the sun, all the sycamore flowers are inspired by the sun and the wind, and a large string of trumpet-like flowers is blowing a wisp of sweet and astringent pollen into the air, floating into the car. "In April, the human world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom. At this time, the apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, and pear blossoms have long since left, and the tung flowers are dreaming from a long period of time, and they are opening calmly and at the right time. The flowers are graceful, the style is varied, the light purple and white color, like a noble, wind and shadowy woman, people can't see it, and the heart trembles. No spring wind, rare autumn rain. Spring wins a lot of wind, as long as the wind blows, there will be bunches of sycamore flowers falling, the ground, the roof, the village, the road, the dung pile, the pigsty, everywhere is covered with lilac; the light purple is rendered to the fullest. When I was a teenager, I often heard the old people chanting: "There is a plane tree at home, don't worry about the phoenix coming", so the heart of the teenager is crowded with beautiful legends. I always thought that planting plane trees was used to attract phoenixes, so my father planted plane trees not to be a tree, but to recruit a daughter-in-law for our brothers and six.
"The phoenix soars in a thousand and one thousands, not in the air." With the planning and extension of the new countryside, the plane trees in the hometown have long been planed off and built the villa, and the only thing left is the beautiful memories of childhood, "wordlessly going up to the West Building, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore, the deep courtyard locks the autumn"; "The cold moon sinks into the cave quietly, the sycamore shadow outside the pearl curtain"... The branches of the sycamore trees in the hometown have long attracted countless phoenixes to lead the revitalization of the countryside; the chorus of well-off life!
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【About the author】Zhu Yufu, born in May 1962. He is a member of the China Essayists Association, a member of the Shandong Young Writers Association, a contracted writer of Shenzhou Literature and Art, a certified writer of "China Countryside", and a special writer of "Wangyue Literature" "China Ceramics News" and "Shandong Hospital News". He worked as an editor/reporter for Capital Public Security Daily and Zibo Evening News. The essay "That Mountain, That Village, That Dog" won the National Essay Gold Award; the paper "Discussion on Third-Party Liability Insurance for Motor Vehicles" won the Shandong Provincial Government Award; and the short novel "Sour Grapes" won the Third Prize of Shandong Province's Five One Culture. Since joining the work, he has published more than 10,000 news, literature and photographic press releases in more than 60 central provincial and municipal media such as People's Daily, Guangming Daily, China Youth Daily, and Farmers Daily.
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