If there is an afterlife, be a tree and stand forever!
One by one and three hairs
I really don't know when I like trees. Maybe there are more ordinary walks, seeing the green and moist around you, although winter comes to spring, the wind and rain, silently seem to communicate with themselves; perhaps in recent years, looking for mountains and waters, the old banyan tree at the mouth of the village, the weeping willows by the river, and the shade locusts in the alleys have added a lot of excitement to their journey.
In fact, it is its own shallowness, as the longest magical existence in time and space, the tree has always been the carrier of communication between heaven and earth, the encounter between gods and people, and has long been a god-like existence! "There is Fuso on Yutani, bathed in ten days, in the north of Black Tooth. In the water, there are large trees, nine days to live in the lower branch, one day to live in the upper branch. "The four sacred trees in the Classic of Mountains and Seas stand in the center of the earth, connecting heaven and earth, communicating with people and gods, and the gods and spirits descend into the world through this, and the gods and men ascend to heaven through this." In the south of Chu, there are spirits, with five hundred years old as spring and five hundred years old as autumn", the ethereal Zhuangzi, there are also fantasies about trees!
The spiritual rhyme of the tree, more literati with spiritual rhyme, consciously breeds many resonances from the tree, and gives it sustenance, and the tree is more and more wonderful! "There are strange trees in the garden, green leaves and flowers" is the most simple chant; "Hou Huang Jia Shu, orange and dressed" Qu Yuan's will is always beautiful; "Laurel Tree from the Shadow of the Mountain" is even more fresh and unworldly. After that, the tree has more regional scenery and four moods.
Among the four hours, the spring tree is the most exciting. Whether it's the hazy elegance of the morning, the emerald greenery of the day, or the drunken spring breeze of the night, you can always touch the breath of the spring trees.
February Kapok is the most eager and enthusiastic gesture of spring trees. You don't even notice, it seems that yesterday there were only tall trees, but now they are full of red flowers, like changing flowers in the morning. Squeezed and squeezed, lively and lively, looking like a red fire in the sky, looking close like a shy cheek. The birds are unusually excited, calling for friends, singing with joy, pecking off the core of the flower, and stepping down the petals. Can safflower be inseparable from the foil of green leaves? Flowers and branches, why light green!
Changjiang February kapok red, has long become the Hainan spring festival, I always have a chance, until suddenly remembered, but has shaken off the flowers and put on the green coat. Fortunately, there are 6 trees in the corner of the playground that are particularly high-profile and high-profile, making up for their own regrets of this spring red.
Also gorgeously turned around was the loquat tree, the spring equinox had passed, and a tree of winter leaves was still holding on to the last tenacity, and had to show a red tree. I wondered if the fallen leaves of spring were unique to Hainan, and many times before I went to the north in the spring, I was impressed by the towering dead branches on the side of the road, often with huge bird nests. People in the north are familiar with it, don't be in a hurry, and still need a few spring rains, that is the spring tree after the rain.
Loquat's tenacity should be short, and the desire for spring makes it impatient. You just have to miss a weekend, and when you look at it again, you will be surprised that the tree is yellow and green.
Yes, there is no need to be in a hurry, there is no need to panic. The warm sun and wind of spring always soothe you, thinking about the inevitability of spring blossoms and thinking about the spirit of spring. I like to walk around very casually in the early morning, because when I get up early, the sky is still a clear blue, and the clouds are shining brightly, scattered but not chaotic, like the new soil that has just been turned over, and also like boiled egg whites, floating freely in the morning glow. Morning glow sprinkled on the early earth, near the sidewalk trees, stretching hazy leaves, stretching upward branches, trying to melt into the morning air. Birds that suddenly startled fluttered their wings, leaving a crisp sound, interspersed with the fragrance of leaves, with the morning wind blowing in the face.
Suddenly I remembered that where I had seen the signature posted in the temple, one of which was signed on top of "Dead wood is lustful in spring, and suddenly the branches are blooming and sprouting", and I really like it!
There is also a kind of small leaf olive kernel tree, which is also particularly delicate in this spring breeze season. The slightly finely broken winter leaves, fluttering and trembling with the spring wind, fall layer by layer, and the same fine spring leaves, layer by layer, soft and refreshing, is the kind that people love!
Spring, the spring of any time and space, always makes people warm and comfortable from the heart. Anyone who has a little affection, there will always be the budding of spring, "Zongzhi Dashing beautiful teenager, as bright as a jade tree before the wind", when you pay attention to the soft and tender tree of this spring tree, you are always happy, how can you not be relaxed!
Greenery is the basic gesture in spring trees, but it is by no means the same. It is deep and shallow, it is topped with light yellow and dark green; that layer upon layer is the replacement of the old and the new, the cycle of time. The spring tree is definitely the spirit of nature, condensing the aura of heaven and earth, absorbing the spirit of spring, supplemented by its own brewing, and the beauty is self-evident.
It's a beautiful time, it needs a beautiful show, spring has chosen the tree, and so have I!
If there is an afterlife, make a tree,
Stand forever. There is no posture of sorrow and joy,
Half serene in the dust,
Half flying in the wind;
Half sprinkled in the shade,
Half soaked up the sun.
Very silent, very proud.
Never rely on, never look.
One by one and three hairs
Author: Xing Zhiqiang
Qionghai Municipal Party Committee Civilization Office Propaganda