The countryside reads trees, leaving the river dry

"Village Reading Tree" | text: Qu Shaolong

"Kankan Vatan, put the river dry"

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Trees are eternal scenery on earth.

The trees of the countryside have their own unique scenery. In the spring, I often stand under the plane tree and gaze, she is surprisingly tall, as if bordering the blue sky, quite a majestic man. The branches are luxuriant, the canopy is like a cover, and there is a strong vitality flowing in mid-air.

The flowers are purple and white, densely clustered like a flower tower, and the outer flowers are a bit like the wind chimes on the tower, and the wind blows through the wind. There are also many flowers that fall with the wind, laying a small purple carpet on the ground, which is both poetic and beautiful. If you look closely at the sycamore flowers, you will find that they are like trumpets, lying peacefully on the ground to construct the realm of "silence is better than sound at this time".

Sycamore flowers also exude a unique fragrance. The smell is not as elegant as the aroma of roses and lilies, but a little rough, which will unexpectedly sneak into people's sense of smell and make people aware of her existence. The fragrance is not strong, but quiet and distant, making people's hearts fill with a kind of gentleness and sorrow, falling into the ethereal realm of "thinking about everything and thinking about nothing".

The smell is not a delicate city, but a rural smell, reminiscent of forests, grasslands, mountains, and exudes a deep, damp earthy smell. The sycamore flowers send a hint of sweetness, mixed with the warm wind, gently blowing you, the heart is rippling, the days are sublimating, the sun is increasing, and the air of the whole countryside is diffused in the sweet smell. Purple trumpets are constantly playing the music of life.

Purple has not yet passed the foot hidden, white and occupy the territory, the air immediately appeared thick sweet, white flowers have long been crowded with the size of the street trees branches, bees also buzzing to occupy all the space, men and women and children also enjoy the fragrance of life under the tree, snowflake-like jade tree branches, that is the background color of life that people look forward to. I like white, I like cleanliness, I like simplicity, I like seclusion, I like elegance, I like depth. The fragrance of locust flowers has long been pouring through my body, and I have admired her for decades.

Neem flowers are sent with a burst of tender wheat fragrance, refreshing breath, sweet breath, it seems that the whole countryside is immersed in the ocean of floral fragrance, purple flowers, fine flowers, like floral cloth, swaying with the wind, attracting people's hearts. Neem blossoms are a sign of the gradual ripening of wheat. Neem blossoms, people are full of new yearning for life.

The pinnate compound leaves are bitter, the rough bark is bitter, the oval fruit is bitter, the deeply buried roots are also bitter, the bitter neem tree, the small lilac flowers bloom throughout the early summer, and a unique bitter fragrance pervades everywhere. Sycamore flowers, acacia flowers, neem flowers, the flowers that people in the countryside like, after they are planted, every spring, you can enjoy the fragrance of the flowers, the birds sing, I like these flowers very much, three flowers, three different colors, three different personalities, think carefully about it is three girls with different personalities, plane flowers, lively and cheerful; acacia flowers, gentle and elegant; neem flowers, cheerful and elegant. I like their personality, people have personality, no personality, is ordinary, our society is ordinary too much, there is too little personality, for the whole society, there is a need for too many professionals with personality, society is looking forward to rapid development, it is necessary to have personality talents, to achieve their own life dreams. Why not do what we can do proactively?

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The old cypress tree in his hometown of Muxian Mountain stood alone, surrounded by the shadows and chirps of birds except for the weeds and wildflowers that grew in loneliness. This is a picture of late autumn: against a high, desolate background, the appearance of the tree is more simple and clear, and her tall, tall and burly figure is a huge and powerful exclamation point in the wilderness.

The tree stretched out countless arms and embraced the blue sky and white clouds with enthusiasm, embraced the running wind, and embraced Mother Earth. She was very old, very old, and the oldest villagers couldn't tell her age. Towering into the clouds, it obscures large areas of land.

Her branches are as fine as a web. She didn't have a single tree by her side, and she had been in loneliness for countless years. She was old, her body was hollow, all that was alive was a skin, and the roots had decayed into a big hole, and the children had burrowed in through the opening of the hole and drilled out of the branches of the tree, leaving the children to tease. She was too old to speak to the children, but she was alive, and most of the branches were green all year round. However, one day, the children roasted sweet potatoes in the cave, igniting her, and the flames and smoke rushed into the sky, and after a day and a night, the cypress tree self-immolation ended and disappeared from this world.

I often feel that trees also have a lineage and a society. Generations of trees have been born, grown, aged, and died. And a new generation of trees is beginning to reincarnate. As the life of the tree continues day after day, time will engrave the vicissitudes on the body of the tree, and the shape of the tree sometimes resembles the inner world of a person. I once saw a tree in the field. From the thick trunk and the texture of the general ravines, it can be concluded that this is a tree with many annual rings.

At the first moment, my heart was struck by an inexplicable force—the trunk twisted, the branches knotted, and the canopy with leaves tilted backwards, as if a man struggling in pain had his hair rolled over, waving his arms and screaming up to the sky. There will be no fewer trees in the world, trees are also alive, compared with the short and fragile life of people, trees are longer and stronger, and the space of life is the most extensive. On a riverbank in my hometown, there are extraordinary poplar trees, and every summer the water hits the riverbank, and the soil is carried away by the flowing water, while the poplar tree still stands on the riverbank, watching the flowing water of the small river, and the roots have long been exposed, like the green tendons on the back of the old man's hand, firmly grasping the earth, and the canopy is still stretched high in the air.

The tree has two skies: one above the leaves, and one under the feet where the roots stretch. Heaven and earth are one, the tree has a certain infinity, the tree does not walk, and man is always wandering, looking at the texts, we will see many records and statements about the tree. Qin Shi Huang burned books and kept the book of planting trees and farming. Confucius traveled from place to place throughout his life. But I didn't forget to plant a tree in my hometown. This juniper tree has lived in Kongfu for more than two thousand years.

There is an ancient and strange ginkgo tree in Jiaozhou City, which is more than 1100 years old. Man planted a tree, but the tree lived longer than a man. I thought she was no longer a tree, but a wordless empirical version of the foggy history. Two thousand years of time is too long, the face of Confucius is like a cloud of light or fog for today's human beings, the yellowed pages are fragile and strange, suspicious, only when you see this old juniper, you can glimpse a little shadow of the soul in the depths of history, and touch a little bit of the temperature of life that Old Master Kong once had. Probably Confucius did not believe in man-made things such as steles, arches or palaces and mausoleums, they had no life process, of course, they could not express human life; only trees, with a similar life evolution process to human beings.

In April 2003, Shandong Education Agency held a meeting of middle school students' reporter station in Qufu Xingtan Hotel, I had the honor to participate, after the meeting we visited the "three holes", I really understand the huge area of Konglin, the variety of tree species, thousands of trees, I opened my eyes, a variety of trees, the growth of a huge Konglin. We can see: tall trees, low vines, intertwined, attached to each other, growing together, but also like a family living, the Kong family, more than seventy generations of grandchildren, all over the world, living and breeding for thousands of years, it is not surprising at all.

Where there are trees, it constitutes a landscape, and the countryside is a collection of trees. Trees, forming an idyllic landscape. I stood in the twilight of the countryside facing a tree. A tree stood in the wilderness at will, accompanied by her faithful and lonely shadow every day. We read loneliness in each other's figures.

The cypress trees in our old cemetery were later cut down, and at that time, I have remembered that one by one fell to the ground, and the families were divided among themselves, and several families were divided into a few, and later, I never saw the trees of the cemetery. In life, trees and people are closely related. And many philosophers are associated with trees.

Ancient Indian philosophy is known as "jungle philosophy". Does this mean that true philosophy does not arise in the laboratory? A person alone in the jungle, the ear is as far as the eye can see, nothing more than the whisper of the tree, the calmness of the tree, the simplicity of the tree, the serenity of the tree, the kindness of the tree, and the vastness and depth of the jungle tree. The tree may be the secret word used by the Creator to save human virtue.

Who cares about such a precious whisper? Can we listen wholeheartedly like the ancients did? Seriously, farmers are closer to trees and have a more direct dependency. In feudal agrarian societies, planting trees was just as important as growing grain. Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty implemented the "Juntian System", and in addition to granting Lutian for growing grain, the male ding also gave 20 acres of mulberry fields for planting trees, 50 mulberry plants, 5 jujube trees, and 3 elms. Kuwata is a Yongye field and can be passed on to future generations. The importance of the relationship between trees and peasants' lives can be seen here.

"The river is dry, and the river is clear and rippled." "The green tree village is on the edge, and the green mountain is sloping out." "The trees on the edge of the sky are like trees, and the boats on the riverside are like the moon." How close and friendly the tree was to the people of that time, how beautiful it was in their hearts. Now social development changes rapidly, the scene of human life is always changing, and society is far away from the scene of the ancient times. We saw more and more circular tree stumps on both sides of the road, decaying in the wind and rain, and the trees were neatly arranged in front of the tree vendors' doors, like a corpse, which was heart-wrenching and unbearable. There are fewer trees, the scenery of that year is no more, teenagers often hear the old man say "the predecessor planted the tree, the posterity cooled", today, few people mention this sentence again. The living environment of human beings deteriorates day by day, and trees and people suffer the same fate.

Reading trees in the countryside, what else can we say?

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Pen name: Qu Shaolong, loves literature, likes fresh and bright and profound words. It advocates that words should not only have the color of language, but also show the color of the heart and the real world.

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