Xiaoyuan Xiang Trail wanders alone // Author: Man Bin

The small garden incense path wanders alone

I am a person, the living and working environment, the requirements are more demanding, can let me stay down to beg for life, must be a place with scenery, but also have fun, it is best to have a bunch of scenery and things that can not be tired of seeing, too monotonous, can not stand to look, a day to see the end, will feel bored!

The place where I work is in Jinan Yuhan Road Women's College, which was previously a school, and then relocated, and now it is replaced by an office building, where various companies hide, the original classroom has been changed into a writing room, the students have naturally become office workers who are tired all day, the original empty playground is now ruled by large and small vehicles, densely arranged, and seems to be greedy, but also constantly provocative, encroaching on the territory of pedestrians.

Walking into the office building early in the morning, of course, what you hear will not be the sound of reading in your ears, but instead of shouting slogans for various achievements, even tearing your throat and issuing a hoarse roar, at this time my heart seems to be fiercely grabbed by something, suddenly nervous, and then think about reality, and there is too much helplessness, the living space of young people is crowded with various pressures.

For me, who has passed the age of establishment, the way to reduce stress is no longer to ask a bunch of friends to raise a glass and drink, talk nonsense, and now I, unless I am a confidant, rarely walk into the crowd, but like to find a quiet place, empty inside, enjoy a moment of loneliness...

Many people do not know, or have no time to pay attention to, in the southwest corner of the office building, there is a secluded courtyard.

Pick up the steps, a few steps to the entrance of the small courtyard, under the cover of the house and the railing, there are several peach trees, plum trees and begonias, although not much, but each of them are upturned with gorgeous flowers, waiting there early, their emotional intelligence is high, a glance at the opportunity, they have rushed to emerge, emitting wisps of hooked fragrance, not noisy, not greasy, the beauty is just right. Looking down at the buzzing bees in the buds, there are a few birds above the head that can't be named, occasionally flying in the air a few times, even if someone comes, they refuse to go, I don't know if people startle birds, or birds startle people, chirping and chirping. Next to the trees, surrounded by a green meadow, they lie quietly, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and very leisurely!

Walk into the courtyard, take a look, there is no color, gray and dull, an old-fashioned look, in the middle of the rockery made of several large stones, ragged clothes look listless, behind it stands the undulating majestic real mountain, naturally hard! The edge of the courtyard was artificially built with an iron fence and an outer barrier, the whole courtyard is less than half the size of a football field, and there are many randomly arranged cypress trees in the courtyard, straight and straight, thick branches, close to each other, can cover most of the sky.

Heading south, there is a gravel path, narrow and curved, slightly deep. At the end of the path, there are stone tables and stone benches for people to rest, and the style is simple and rough. Although there are no enchanting flowers, but it is also very attractive, you can see some wildflowers and wild grasses everywhere, there are yellow, white, purple scattered on both sides of the road, they open casually, not half a bit of grievance, which makes me feel a lot of emotion. The wonder of walking alone is indescribable, it is hilarious and incomprehensible, and being in it, the boredom of the day is swept away.

Walking here reminds me of when I was a child in the countryside, I always liked to find a deserted forest, holding a long stick, playing a variety of powerful roles, performing heroic battles in the deep forest wilderness, when the mood was free and cheerful, it was a chivalrous guest who drew a sword to help each other when the road was uneven; it was a hero who saw righteousness and courage, hoeed the strong and helped the weak; or a good man who occupied the mountain as king and fell into the grass for the Kou... I couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

Turning around and walking north, there is a vegetable field planted in the north corner of the courtyard, which is more neatly taken care of by the owner. In the vegetable field was a green battalion army, which was a row of green onions, squeezed side by side, as if they could not stretch their hands and feet. The rape flowers next to it are much more relaxed, and they live in a VIP box and are cared for by the owner. The others couldn't be named, only to see them stick out their tender green heads and grow upwards vigorously. There should be many types of dishes, here is a pastoral life atmosphere, full of vitality, often look at the new do not feel bored!

This reminds me of the past, when I first arrived in Jinan, no matter where I moved, my mother would always choose a vacant land close to the water source, take me to reclaim the vacant land, pick up the hoe, turn the ground, and then rake it, turn the ground and sprinkle some seeds, leeks, beans and other seeds, for me, it was really a novel and fulfilling experience. After that, my mother worked hard in the small vegetable garden, hoeing the grass and watering very hard, the vegetable garden was well-managed, and when it was time for the harvest, the whole family was full of joy.

In recent years, although the mother has been busy taking care of her little granddaughter, she sometimes feels physically and mentally exhausted, but as soon as she has free time, she does not forget to find a few foam boxes to plant some garlic seedlings and leeks, put them on the balcony, and take good care of them. The mother who has lived in the city for decades still can't change her image of a hard-working, frugal, simple and down-to-earth rural woman........

The courtyard is simple, as simple as the bricks on the walls of the ancient city; the courtyard is flexible, as flexible as the goldfish in Daming Lake; she is kind, as kind as the pieces of cake that her mother has baked with the fire in winter. Think about it carefully, this small courtyard is more like a pot of aged self-brewed old wine, every time you walk up, there is a feeling of swinging intestines, hot blood flowing, and then deep affection from the bottom of my heart, can't help but make me cry........

Author: Man Bin, a Chinese teacher in Jinan, a contracted writer on the official website of Beijing Kaiwen, and a volunteer of I Love Spring City Mountaineering Service. He loves literary creation, and has published many articles in "China Writers Network", "Jinan Toutiao", "Qilu One Point", "China Countryside" magazine, "Youth Poetry Journal", etc. and participated in the recording of "Jinan Economic Radio" as a guest, and won the winner award in the "Quancheng Poetry Recital" and the first prize in the garden system essay contest. He has been awarded the title of "Shenzhen Outstanding Communist Youth League Member" by the Working Committee of the Organs Directly Under Shenzhen Municipality.

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