The sycamore blossoms bloom again
Text/Zhu Yan
(Courtesy of the author)
Standing in front of the window, inadvertently, I found that several sycamore flowers not far away had bloomed, and the purple flowers and the poplar trees and willow leaves in the background contrasted with each other, eye-catching and colorful, very beautiful, this suddenly found a scene of scenery made him infinitely happy. The sycamore blossoms bloom again, and once again the thoughts drift to where they once were...
"Half an acre of tung flowers, quietly locking a garden of sad rain." Sprinkle the empty steps, the night is not endless, the old man cut the candle and the western window. This poem of the Song dynasty poet Zhou Bangyan's "Cold Food in the Trivial Window" coincided with my current mood. The courtyard of the elementary school downstairs was full of tung flowers, quietly enveloping the courtyard, leaving me worried, when the old friends met and talked with me under the window. The tung flowers standing on the branches aroused my feelings and thoughts.
For the tung flower, like the tung flower, there is a little appreciation of her elegant atmosphere, calm wind, never compete for spring, not to compete for the pretty, when the hundred flowers gradually open, compete for a spring color, the tung flower is still sleeping in the bone buds, it seems that it is always slow and half a beat. When the flowers were about to finish their spring date and swayed red with the wind, the tung flowers bloomed little by little, secretly fragrant and rolling up the branches. Tong flowers are no more beautiful and moving than the flowers of early spring and spring, she is not charming, not ostentatious, only a trace of light sweetness, bringing different touches to this spring. The love of Kirito is even more because she is like a partner of mine, who has been dependent on each other for more than twenty years, and in my heart, the kiri tree is no longer the meaning of a tree, but like my comrades-in-arms, it is as kind as a family.
Where I used to work, there was a very large yard, and the front and back of the house were planted with plane trees, and the waist of the tree was already very thick, and a person could not hug it. Every spring, the tung flowers of a tree stand tall on the branches and can be seen from a distance. The courtyard overflowed with a sweet smell, a little breath of life, and a little poetry. These tung trees have never been heard of how old they are, let alone who planted them. The people in the yard have changed stubble after stubble, and these tung trees have grown taller and larger, and gradually, they have become a landscape in this large yard, or a fixed logo of the yard. The predecessors planted trees, and the posterity cooled off. People who work and live here look at the different scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter of the tung tree, and also count the rings of their struggle and growth here. The roots of the tung tree are deeply rooted here, like a kind elder looking at the waves of strivers under the tree, firmly guarding this homeland, telling the story of the struggle in the compound.
In my more than twenty years of working life in the compound, these tung trees in front of and behind the house have become my partners and friends, I like to see the different scenery of their four seasons, like to measure their waists, like to wind in the shade of their huge trees, like to listen to the sound of rain tung leaves... Fortunately, I worked and studied in the house under the tung tree, and there was a stout plane tree on the side of the door, the huge root system had made the floor tile arch uneven, the crown of the two trees was hugged together, and the dense branches covered the roof and covered a large shade. In the summer, my roof is covered by thick sycamore foliage, and the sun is not shining, so it is always cool in the house. Of course, the pros and cons are different, there is no sunlight soaking, it will be very humid, the walls are always moist, and it often causes me to suffer from allergic dermatitis. The row of houses where I work is forty or fifty years old, the roof tiles are very thin and brittle, the wind shakes the plane branches, sweeps the roof tiles, in the room will hear a very loud movement, when it rains, the rain does not flow in time, exists between the branches, soaks the roof, and the house begins to leak rain. As for this, in the spring of last year, the unit found a manual saw off the sycamore branches pressed on the roof, and in an instant, the hall was bright, and the sun could also hit the house. However, the plane trees that are bald a lot feel no longer as beautiful and poetic as they were original. When the flowers bloomed last year, there was no longer a single tree with low flowers, and the poetic sentiment of people walking under the flowers and raising their hands to pick flowers disappeared.
Coincidentally, a hurricane rain at the end of June last year baptized the plane trees in the courtyard, and the strong west wind uprooted all the trees behind the house, lying in the rain. Fortunately, the plane tree in front of the house stood the test and still stood, but the branches were almost completely broken. At this point, the plane tree has completely changed its appearance, and there is no longer any denseness to speak of. Somehow, there was less appreciation for the two old plane trees that remained in front of the door.
In the blink of an eye to winter, Li Winter ushered in a heavy snow of goose feathers, the courtyard makeup was crystal clear, all the branches of the plane tree were covered with thick snow, the contrast between the snow and the dead branches, there was a sense of vicissitudes, a sense of heaviness, with my hand pulling the remaining snow on the tree, looking at the cracked bark, I felt a kind of fortitude of the old plane tree. Oh, yes! I heard that the plane tree is old, and it is the peak to live for fifty years, of course, I have no professional research, if not, I am also lonely. If so, she is already a white-haired old man, and she can no longer withstand the wind and rain, and the years are mercilessly eroded, and she can't help but feel a little more distressed. At the end of the year, I left the big yard where I had worked and lived for more than twenty years, left my comrades-in-arms, left the plane tree that often accompanied me, and could no longer see her every day, only endless missing in my heart.
It's another year of tung blossoms, I am imagining the appearance of the "old friend", it seems that the tung flowers there are tung flowers, beautiful, fragrant, poetic and match the tung flowers, and the other tung flowers are not tung flowers, nor do they have such a state of mind to appreciate, but it is just a kind of sustenance that can cause me to recall the past. The flowers are similar from year to year, but different from year to year. The people in the compound are still coming and going, what has changed is the people, and what has not changed is that generations of people have continued to struggle here and build a more beautiful and rich new countryside. "Plant a plane tree and attract a phoenix." May my comrades-in-arms, accompanied by another year-old sycamore blossom, stride towards the splendid future of the future! I would also like to write a small article and send a letter of remembrance!
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