Text/Liu Ruining
The golden autumn waddles in, the flowers wither one after another, and some plants that like to cool out of the eyes have emerged with young flower buds. The green leaves of the tung trees on both sides of the road slowly faded, and the wind blew through, and a messy yellow rolled up at the road. Every year around August 15th, there is always a flower fairy that can penetrate the heart and spleen, and the rich and fragrant flowers come at the same pace. Of all the flowers I like, the osmanthus flowers of 10,000 points of gold are still my favorite. In these cool early autumns, the osmanthus once again blooms in the wind and blooms its splendid and unrestrained life.
Osmanthus can theoretically be divided into four categories: golden laurel, silver laurel, dangui and laurel, and is one of the top ten famous flowers in the mainland. Most of the most commonly planted in our north is golden laurel, and the flowering period is mostly between September and October. It is extremely adaptable, both warm and hardy, both ornamental and practical. The tree is gracefully shaped, and each flower consists of five beige petals, and the pale yellow flower buds in the center of the petals are tightly hugged together like the size of a small grain of rice. Dozens of small flowers gathered into a cluster, and thousands of small flowers and golden bells hung upside down on the tree. When in full bloom, in the distance, the trees of golden sand sparkle in the sun. Especially when the wind comes, the laurel flowers flutter and sprinkle, and the swaying flowers instantly cover the ground. Countless small flowers spread out like a girl's pleated skirt, and the fragrance drifted leisurely to form a mist, which fell to every corner and corner.
There is a osmanthus tree in my yard that is not too thick, and it can even be said that it is a little weak among the many trees around. However, because it is not obvious on weekdays, it is particularly eye-catching in the early autumn flowering season. The wind of August is the cool wind; the night of August is the night of the moonlight paving silver. Or standing in the courtyard, or walking under the trees, the green leaves can always be traced in the gushing aroma. A gust of wind blew, and the osmanthus flowers full of trees were like brilliant butterflies, fluttering in the wind in the night like water. The falling osmanthus flower seems not willing to die like this, it sings and dances, and runs to people's hair, faces and clothes with affection, squeezing out the last wisp of fragrance in the body, hoping that those who love her will keep this memory forever.
Play small remember grandpa likes osmanthus flowers, often after dinner walk into the courtyard grove, or argue with a few old friends about a few major events that have occurred in recent days at home and abroad, each of them is red in the face, and even a few days old friends can not speak; or sit alone in a chair to look at a few dappled moon shadows, and then look down to pick up a few petals of yellow osmanthus flowers, and then stupidly do not know what to think. I have always slandered my grandfather, is it difficult to be emotionally flooded at this time, remembering the "little fang" of the neighbor when I was young? Was it a female soldier doll that he joined the army when he was young, and traveled with him? Or did he listen to his grandmother joke about the female colleague he fell in love with for the first time after changing careers? In fact, Grandpa ben was born in a large family, although not prominent, but also a scholarly family, somewhat like the kind of family written in Barkin's "Home" book. There are several photos of grandpa when he was young, the suit is straight, the hairstyle is meticulous, the eyes are sharp, extremely handsome, and it can be called a beautiful man in that era. He joined the army very early, as if he joined the army in 1948, and then as a propaganda officer, he accompanied the army all the way south from Hebei, to Hunan, then to Guangdong, and finally settled in Henan according to organizational arrangements.
It seems that Grandpa also likes osmanthus very much, and every time he goes to the tree, he always has to hum an old song: "August laurel blossoms bloom everywhere, bright red flags are erected, lights are colorful, and brilliant flashes out of the new world....". Was it because during his revolution in the south, the osmanthus flowers blooming everywhere made him love, or was it because the song made him fall in love with the osmanthus flowers? It seems that no matter how old a person is and how many places he has traveled, the nostalgia and interest in his heart are always difficult to change. Remember bingxin said that a person should be like a flower, whether it is a man or a woman. Flowers have color, fragrance, taste, people have talent, love, fun, lack of one, can not be a good friend of the family. Sometimes people are like Osmanthus Flowers, letting time go, letting people flow, full of eyes full of this one person is cute. There will always be such a person in life who is difficult to forget, always staying in the deepest part of the soul, the figure that cannot be erased, the smile that cannot be forgotten, and this scene can be recalled.
The yard where we live is not big, and there are not many trees, flowers, or anything. Although the grandparents have their own good, they all like osmanthus flowers. Some are elegant and talented, and have published poems on the theme of osmanthus flowers in newspapers and periodicals. Some people pick up a lot of osmanthus flowers every year when they bloom, saying that they can boil osmanthus porridge and nourish the spirit. Some people say that they like that kind of fragrance, and it is quite interesting to put a few flowers in the house.
Osmanthus flowers are so elegant, quiet and full of life, especially the rich aroma can be said to be immersed in the bone marrow, smoked people are drunk. Standing under the tree, sniffing the fragrance, I can't help but think of the poem I learned: "Knowing the osmanthus in the sky is lonely, try to ask Chang'e to be more innocent" "The osmanthus leaves the evening color, the curtain is light and autumn light, the wind is still falling, and Fifi is still at night." "Fine, dense flowers dot the trees, haunting the shadows of the green. If you don't smell the fragrance first, I'm afraid it will be difficult for people to deliberately find the fragrance, and it is also difficult for people to read the mood of the osmanthus flowers when they look for flowers and poems.
I especially like the elegance and tranquility of osmanthus flowers like fairies, and unconsciously the faint fragrance of flowers suddenly makes people feel lazy, deeply intoxicated in that moment of obsession. Embracing a osmanthus flower into a dream, and taking a fragrance into your arms, the uneasy, throbbing heart can suddenly be pure and pure. What discouraged me was that I had a mild allergy to some pollen, including osmanthus flowers. After sniffing quietly a few more times, some small bumps appeared on the skin. But even so, I still like the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, like to stand under the tree and quietly smell the quiet fragrance of flowers, and experience a feeling of "dark incense floating moon dusk".
In my opinion, osmanthus is the lady in the flower, the appearance is clean and elegant, and the heart is rich and powerful. Its unique fragrance with a hint of sadness always makes me feel the sadness in sweetness, and my thoughts have entered my mind, constantly traveling back and forth in time and space. I seem to see Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "people idle osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky", Bai Juyi who "the wind and shadow are as clear as water, and the frost branches are cold as jade", Li Shangyin who "rabbits and toads are cold osmanthus flowers are white, and Chang'e should cut off the intestines this night"; I also seem to see Su Shi of the Song Dynasty who "lacks frost in the moon, and this flower originally belongs to the Yutang Immortal"; Yang Wanli, who "is not a human species, but moves from the middle of the moon"; Li Qingzhao, who is "dull and light and yellow, and is the first class among flowers"; and Zhu Xi, who "has dense thousand layers of green leaves, and the flowers bloom with ten thousand points of yellow". Late autumn, cold moon, breeze, falling flowers, cinnamon, jade rabbit, toad palace... Nature forms a mysterious poetic night of absolute beauty, beauty, and desperation.
August laurel flowers, as bright as clouds, full of fragrance, occupying the style. On the osmanthus branches bloom is an infinitely gentle faint bright moonlight, and in the fragrance of the fragrance is the humorous sentiment of infinite love. Open the scroll of the poem, walk in it, in the pen of the literati, the charm of the osmanthus flower, the aura, the style, the friendship, the posture, one by one. Where is this still just writing osmanthus ah, the inexhaustible is the heart of their own and the eternal parting of the spring water flowing east! Time may be able to age the face, but experience is always a priceless wealth in life. It is a picture of ink landscapes that are engraved in people's hearts and never forget!
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