Wentu/Du Dongping
These days, in the corner of each building in the community, there is a tree with white flowers, as if it was agreed, almost blooming together. These trees are not like those in mid-spring and before, which bloom first and then grow leaves, but first grow lush leaves. The thick green leaves, a bit like long maple leaves, are as big as the palm of the hand, the leaves have three maple serrated edges on both sides, the white veins of the moon are clear and orderly, just looking at the beautiful leaves of the tree feels very comfortable.
A few days ago, I saw a cluster of light green "beads" the size of soybeans on the top of the treetops of this tree, like a fruit I had seen as a child, the pear. At that time, I wondered, why did this tree not blossom and bear fruit? Because I had just come to live in this community during the Spring Festival, the trees at that time were bare, and I couldn't figure out what kind of tree it was.
One morning, I opened the window and inadvertently looked downstairs, only to see the trees downstairs, as if covered with a snowflake-like fog, there was a kind of fairy beauty. I couldn't help but want to find out. When I got to the bottom, it was full of delicate little white flowers, brushing the ground on top of the treetops, and that beauty shook me instantly! Hurriedly asked the flower jun, it turned out that this was a hawthorn flower. The pear-like fruit I saw the other day was actually its small bud, and I couldn't help but laugh at my clumsiness, and I couldn't tell the difference between the fruit and the bud.
Before, I had only heard the beauty of hawthorn flowers singing in songs, and I had never seen it with my own eyes. When I saw it today, it was worthy of the name. Hawthorn flowers, green calyxes, holding up five white petals, in the middle is a yellow-green flower bud, white filament topped with light coffee color anthers, the whole body is delicate and exquisite, people are not in love!
Three to five branches of hawthorn flowers form a small cluster, standing at the top of the branches, and on each branch there are three small flowers, as if the fingers of the gods have pointed out, arranged very regularly. The small clusters of flowers, with a neat and round flower top, are very delicate and compact together, blooming more than the race, just like the little models on the stage, all want to show their most beautiful. The canopy of the hawthorn tree is covered with blooming white flowers, and the green leaves are exposed between the branches, and the flowers are more beautiful and charming. The flowers of hawthorn flowers are somewhat like pear blossoms, which are paired with green leaves, and the feeling of innocence and freshness is pleasant to the eye. Hawthorn flowers deserve the word Qingli.
Every morning, when you open the curtains, you can see the hawthorn flowers from the window, and the mood is particularly bright. This morning, I went downstairs before breakfast, taking advantage of the soft light, holding my mobile phone to shoot at the hawthorn flower, I want to keep the dream-like beauty of the hawthorn flower, the soft posture of the cloud. In the late spring, green fat, red and thin, hawthorn flowers are full of light smiles on the branches. Hawthorn flowers do not have the charm of apricot blossoms, nor the charm of peach blossoms, but they have their own pure and elegant beauty. I have always been very fond of white, and I think that hawthorn flowers are a clear stream that flows in the heart after the noise of a hundred flowers in spring. In my eyes, the hawthorn flowers in the morning light are a gentle idyllic poem, and the hawthorn trees in the sun are a beautiful landscape painting. On the side of the road at the head of the building, the poetic hawthorn flowers, piece by piece of white, lit up the scenery of the community, and even more drunk on the April day on earth.
One flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi. Each flower has its own temperament and wind bone. The flower language of hawthorn flowers is "overcome all difficulties and guard". This spring and the first encounter with the hawthorn flower brightened a heart that was wet by the epidemic, and also reflected the tenacious spirit of this unusual spring, the Chinese people to overcome all difficulties, fight against the epidemic, guard peace and health.
"The branches are crooked for half a day, the wind is high and simple, the years are calm and smiling, and the sour fruits and flowers of life are indifferent." Hawthorn trees, in winter, the branches are vigorous, the branches are like iron, beautiful sculptures; in spring, the flowers are full of branches, flourishing and snow, bringing people a pleasant and beautiful heart; in summer, the branches are luxuriant, embracing thousands of lovely little fruits, diligently conceived in the heat; in autumn, the red fruits are like pearls, and the rouge is dripping, bringing people a heavy and joyful harvest. Dried iron, green leaves, white flowers, red fruits, what a tough, pure, beautiful, simple tree!
The hawthorn tree is a symbol of strength and simplicity, and the hawthorn flower is the endorsement of pure and beautiful feelings. Many film and television drama works or songs, with hawthorn trees as the soul and hawthorn flowers as anthropomorphs, to metaphorically loyal love, and praise the spirit of fighting against the bumpy fate. The movie "Hawthorn Tree Love", the green first love plot, makes people feel as if they dream back to the era of youth and flying, the pure white petals of the hawthorn tree, the charming fragrance emitted, set off the pure and flawless feelings, let people reminisce endlessly. I believe that the first love in everyone's heart like a hawthorn flower is a youth dream that cannot go back. Just finished watching the TV series "Hawthorn Tree in the Distance", the pure love between the heroine Jiang Xintong and the male protagonist Peng Tianyi, after being innocently tricked by fate, Jiang Xintong faced all kinds of hardships and tribulations in life, hid his infatuation deep in his heart, always did not change his original intention, on the road of wind and rain life, he cared for the flower of love rooted in his heart never withered, quietly guarded, and finally held hands with his sweetheart, white head and old age, interpreted a moving chapter of life that can be sung and wept. Its theme song "Hawthorn Tree", that beautiful and affectionate and slightly poignant melody, is soul-catching, tireless to hear, always ripples in the heart, lingering.
The wonderful use of hawthorn fruit is well known. It is said that during the Southern Song Dynasty Shaoxi, one of Song Guangzong's favorite noble concubines fell ill, had a yellow face and thin muscles, and did not think about eating. The imperial medicine used many valuable drugs, but they did not work. Seeing that the noble concubine's illness was getting worse day by day, the emperor had no choice but to recruit a doctor. A more famous jianghu langzhong unveiled the list into the palace, he said after diagnosing the pulse of the noble concubine, "As long as the hawthorn fruit in our hometown is boiled and fried into a pill with brown sugar, eat 5-10 pieces before each meal, and the illness will be cured after half a month." After taking this prescription, the noble concubine was indeed cured as scheduled. Therefore, the emperor Long Yan was overjoyed and concocted the same law. Later, this party spread to the people and became a sugar gourd. I just need to see the sugar gourd, the crystal clear appearance, the sweet and sour taste, always make me salivate, can't help but tempt to buy a bunch.
When I was a child, I never saw hawthorn trees, and I didn't know hawthorn flowers. But a girl like a hawthorn flower still comes to me a lot. In the neighborhood of an alley in Grandma Village, there was a playmate of my childhood, her name was Shan Hua, and her nickname was Hawthorn Flower. Hawthorn flowers, as beautiful as her name, white skin, big eyes, black grapes, beautiful and pure and kind. However, when she was two years old, because the high fever treatment was not timely, she fell into the sequelae, became a baby paralyzed, walking upside down, the tip of one foot always walked on the ground, and her parents spent a lot of money and did not heal her.
Hawthorn Flower, although her legs and feet are disabled, but her brain is very smart, and her grades have always been very good in elementary school. But because she had a younger brother and sister immediately after that, she had to go to school and had to be picked up by adults, and before she graduated from elementary school, her parents let her drop out of school and go home, helping to take care of housework and take care of her younger siblings.
Although Hawthorn flower has experienced the torment of illness, because her parents are particularly fond of comfort, she still has a sunny temperament, lively and cheerful, and loves to laugh. When I was a child, every time I went to my grandmother's house, I would find her to play, and together I would "flip the strings and pick up the handles " ( a game in my hometown , some dialects called the pick-up clam ) " , and I had a lot of fun.
Later, I left my hometown for school, and I could only see each other occasionally during the holidays. The hawthorn flowers of youth, the braids of dark hair, and the white face are getting better and better. Before I graduated, the twenty-year-old hawthorn flower married a man in her teens whose family was so poor that she was in her teens, and her in-laws were orphans and widows. Because of her health, her parents didn't want her to marry far away. After marriage, hawthorn flowers, the big husband loves her very much, the little couple loves and loves, although the days are poor, but there is no lack of happiness and happiness. For more than three years, she gave birth to a son, a daughter and two children. The already destitute home is even more difficult to have children. In order to support her family, her husband went to the county town to work as a construction worker. A few years later, the good times had just begun, and as a result, her husband had an accident at the construction site and was killed in Huangquan. Poor hawthorn flower, holding the two children and crying to death, only lamenting the suffering of his own life. But the days had to go on and the children had to be raised. The bitter but strong hawthorn flower was not overwhelmed by the ups and downs of life. Soon, she dried her sad tears, adjusted her mood, let her mother-in-law take care of the children, and opened a small commissary in the town not far from home, selling small department stores such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and maintaining her life with a meager income.
She grew up longing for school but gave up halfway, and she wanted both of her children to be able to go to school well. She is inconvenient to work in the field, so she grows small vegetables in the yard, raises a few chickens and ducks, and can also exchange some money to subsidize the family. The days are passable.
After my grandmother died, because I rarely went to my grandmother's village again, I rarely saw each other. A few years ago, I heard people in my hometown say that the two children of hawthorn flowers are also very sensible, and it is not easy to understand her mother, and it is also quite contentious. The daughter was admitted to the local normal school and the son was admitted to a science university. The mother-in-law has passed away. It's just that hawthorn flowers are still alone, alone in her home.
I haven't seen her for a long time, and suddenly I miss her in my heart, and I don't know how good the hawthorn flowers are now. The next time I go back to my hometown, I must go to see her.
About the Author:
Du Dongping, pen name: Miao Yue, Mu Tong, Jinan City, female. He is a member of the China Prose Literature Association, the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association, the Shandong Writers Association, and the Jinan Writers Association. Signed a writer for the Qilu Evening News Qilu One Point "Qingwei" supplement. His works have been published in newspapers and magazines such as Shandong Workers Daily, Lianhe Daily, Rural Public Daily, Shandong Shangbao, Contemporary Novel, Workers' World, Contemporary Essays, and Poetic Life. His prose works have won awards in the "Huacheng Cup" First Wu Boxiu National Essay Contest, the "Rong Media Xiang Shun Shi FeiYang - I and ShunWang 20 Years" Essay Contest, the "My Story with Spring Water" Essay Contest, the "Chuanzhi College Cup Shandong Province First Original Literary Works Competition", "Taishan Cup" Shandong Province Third Staff Original Literary Works Competition, "SDIC Xinda Cup" Poetry Essay Contest, "Jinan 'Precision Poverty Alleviation' Literary Style Creation Essay Contest" and the first "Qingwei" Essay Contest. Many essays such as "River Worker Hafu", "At the Pipa Spring, Listening to the Sound of Qingyue", and "The Old House That Is About to Go Away" have been included in different anthologies.
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