If there is an afterlife, be a tree and 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 for.
- Sanmao
In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly a month, and I have actually found a long-lost summer vacation feeling, but the home office can only be "on the computer", "on the mobile phone", "on the dining table", "on the toilet", "on the bed" Infinite cycle, cycle after cycle, every day to poke the throat again, this feeling is depressed.
At this moment of depression, I missed a tree more and more.
This tree was a large tree behind the office, and she stood by the river like several other trees, but she was a huge, huge tree that required two or three people to close. She was independent and special, and seemed a little untamed, only to see her twist her waist and directly extend the branches into the trees next to her, and she even extended the branches to the other side of the river, like a posture of "a branch flying north and south, and the graben changes its way".
She was so domineering, but sometimes shy, I believe she had feelings. Whenever I walked by, she would greet me deliberately, and before anyone arrived, the sound of leaves was already in my ears. I understood her thoughts, took out my mobile phone to take a picture of her, at this time she seemed to understand, quickly adjusted her body, sorted out her makeup, and let me take pictures and videos, from all angles.
She seemed to be dissatisfied with the "smoking area" sign next to her, and I knew that if she changed to "reading", she would probably be very happy.
I've known her for over a year. After sitting in the office for a long time, dizzy, and tired, I always like to go under the tree and talk to her. At this time, she is quiet, elegant, and understanding, especially on a hot summer day, and when she walks to the bottom of the tree, she will struggle to open her arms and cover the whole sun before she is willing to stop. She will take the initiative to wave her sleeves and send a breeze to refresh people's hearts.
I suddenly missed her a little, missed the four seasons - wanted to observe her buds in the spring sun, enjoy her delicious coolness in the summer, admire her graceful dance in the autumn wind, marvel at her ice and snow cleverness in winter...
She shielded herself from more wind and rain and witnessed the vicissitudes of history. I have inquired about the history of this tree in many ways, consulted the leaders and teachers of the former University of Electricity and Technology, but without success. It was not until I met a leader of the Kunshan Meteorological Bureau that I learned that this tree was planted in 1958, when it was the Shaoxing Guild Hall, and after the shaoxing people who lived in Kunshan died, the urns and so on were buried here. I hypothesized that planting so many trees might have a more layer of homesickness and blessing prosperity.
A word of one family