Peach blossoms still laughing in the spring breeze (prose)

Peach blossoms still laughing in the spring breeze (prose)

Author: Morning Dawn

Strolling in the gardens and mountains, you may not feel fresh for flowers, trees and fruit trees, living in the downtown for a long time, between the towering high-rise buildings, it is difficult to be like people living in the countryside, always surrounded by the fragrance of the field soil, from the sunny slope arching out of the ground flowers and grasses to feel what is the breath of spring. Fortunately, there is a peach tree growing in front of my house building, and there are several towering white trees that are neighbors with it. This is more and more obvious, it is so different, but also more precious, its buds to be released, the buds that are dewy, the flowers that bloom are all telling me that spring is coming.

The peach tree is facing my study, the peach blossoms are fighting for spring, the blossoms are touching and profound, at this time I am more like an unsympathetic playboy independent of the balcony, enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays, looking forward to reading the sky, I proudly live in the place where the peach blossoms bloom.

I don't know when the peach tree was planted, whether it was self-generated or man-made, but since I moved here a few years ago, the peach tree outside the window has become a scenery that will live forever in my heart. It seems to have been an oxygen bottle delivered exclusively for me, the man who has been tinkering with words for many years, and has become a freshener for relaxing my nerves. Pink flowers, round petals, charming swaying green branches, floating seductive fangfei. Get up early in the morning, open the window, reach over its branches, the flowers roll with crystal dewdrops, every drop is fragrant, and you can smell a faint peach kernel in the fragrance. At this time, exhaling a breath of fresh air will also have a refreshing fragrance. There are also a few good bees playing between the flowers, and there is a little bit of fun. A glance at the gorgeous flowers gives you a poetic feeling. Take a breath of the sweet fragrance of the flowers and you will sing. At this time, I gently caressed the dew-soaked branches and leaves, watched the green leaves and flowers on the branches nestled with each other, and seemed to be able to hear their whispers, and the peach blossoms outside the window were already blooming in my heart.

I have carefully noticed that every year on the second of February, the peach tree begins to bud, and after the spring equinox, it is full of honeysuckle and the garden is full of flowers. The taoyuan is vast, but I have no time to look for it, but I just want to enjoy it alone in my own world. The heart is full of admiration, as the saying goes: "It is difficult to become a forest alone, and a hundred flowers compete for spring." "And I felt it from the bottom of my heart. Although it is a lone tree, it is the only one that leads the way, just like those of us soldiers who are far away from our parents.

Suddenly, one day, I saw the poplar tree in front of the building, pulled up by the heel, lying on the ground. I heard that it was to build a flower bed here, and to make a fake mountain. The peach tree will also be planed off, and I suddenly feel that this peach tree is instantly old, but the fragrance of flowers is still there. On that day, the sky drifted with a silky spring rain, and in the slender and furry spring rain, on the upright forks of the tree, it was impossible to tell whether it was a bud or a petal. I know that today, the peach tree that has accompanied me for several years will disappear before my eyes from now on. The peach tree will be ruthlessly shaved off into decaying wood, and the flowers that bloom will still be future and show off her beauty. Falling down in the harsh noise of chainsaws, and leaving only an ugly pit outside the window that made me feel lost, I knew that it also meant that it would never have the bright green and red day again, and never again lose the comfort of embracing spring forever. For a long time, whenever I stood in front of the window again, I would involuntarily look at the place where the peach tree once grew, and every time I stared, I seemed to be able to see the peach blossom rain flying in the wind, and I could also see the red and white light of the peach in the sun, and what really made me feel in my heart was the peace of life when it turned into earth. For, in my sad and painful thoughts, everything will return to peace. Although I know that the peach tree is lonely when it leaves, just like the loneliness of people at the time of death, they will eventually be unable to fight against life, and the bad luck caused by the peach tree suddenly makes me know how to face the vicissitudes of the world and cherish the beauty in front of me. I understand that from today onwards, there are no more peach blossoms outside the window that belong to me to decompose my troubles, but I don't know why even today, even if I see a peach forest full of flowers along the way, I can't have the slightest temptation for me. Because the peach tree that accompanied me for a word had already taken root and sprouted in my heart, and the flowers were all over the ground. Although it has turned into mud, it is always alive in my mind. I vividly remember the moment when the peach tree that grew in peace was ruthlessly cut down, although my heart was bleeding but I was powerless to stop it, I still picked up one of its branches when the peach branch was transported away, and then polished it into a paperweight for pressing paper, making it a permanent ornament of my desk. People say that peach wood is the essence of five woods, also known as xianmu, and has the divine ability of the town house to ward off evil spirits, but I have never imagined the magic and beauty of folk talk, but let it become a happy memory in my life. That day I stood in front of the weeping peach blossom and put the splendid flower with its roots into the camera. "Peach Blossom Still" is the title I gave this picture. I carefully picked up the petals and carefully clipped them into my book, allowing them to overflow with fragrance. In the days to come, I will often think of the turquoise leaves, the pink flowers, the colorful branches, the sweet peaches, and all the years that have accompanied me through.

Although the peach tree will never escape the stranglehold of being cut down. However, the photos that remain always remind me of the days when it grew up, and in my heart it is still full of life, because its green life belongs to the gift of nature. Thus, when it is ruthlessly deprived of the right to live, it has attained eternal life. I know that the process of life is a process of constantly chewing on loss. The pain in every loss in life will make me slowly understand the philosophy of life in pain. It also allows me to learn to cherish in the days to come. Today, the branches of the peach tree, the red flowers, and the green leaves have become a kind of sustenance for me, leading to a full of reverie and a piece of hope...

In the days to come, in my study, I will always feel that the peach blossoms are red all year round.

Author: Chen Xi, military writer, poet, literary critic, editor. He joined the army in 1981 and graduated from the Department of Literature of the Military Culture College of the National Defense University of the People's Liberation Army of Chinese. He has published more than 2 million words of literature, film and television works in the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art Publishing House, the Economic Publishing House, the China Culture Publishing House, etc. His works have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily, Guangming Daily, People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, People's Liberation Army Daily, Literature and Art Daily, Youth Literature, Contemporary, Harvest, Jiangnan, Shandong Literature, Beijing Literature, Stars, Poetry Periodicals, People's Armed Forces Alert, Chinese Writers, etc., and have been reprinted by Readers and Youth Digest for many times; his works have won the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, Youth Literature, Stars Award, Xu Zhimo Poetry Award, Quanjun and Shandong Provincial Outstanding Reportage Literature Award, Yangtze River Literature Award, National Poetry "Golden Cup" Award, etc. The China Writers Association Has won more than 30 national, provincial and municipal excellent work awards such as the China Prose Season Excellent Works Award. Special writer of Shandong Writers Association and Provincial Reportage Association.