A pool of grass is full of spring light

Grass amaranth. Even if they know that when summer comes, the pond will be filled with clear water, even if they are too late to produce seeds, or even too late to flower, they will sink to the bottom of the water, make way for the lotus flowers of the new season, dedicate themselves, still do not slacken off, seriously rush to the agreement with the years, and dedicate the green of life without distraction.

On the south side of the community there is a pond half an acre in size. In the middle of summer every year, the lotus leaf field, round and fresh blue, lotus flowers, Yuanna colorful, quite a bit of "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, the lotus flowers are different red". In the winter, a cold rain and frost will "shoot the green leaves". When the flowers and leaves are exhausted, the property staff will drain the water in the pond and leave it dry for a winter.

Every year from winter to spring, this dry pond is a temporary "home" for all kinds of weeds. The weeds that can be seen everywhere in this pool are also a scene, a painting, a poem in my eyes...

"February spring breeze is like scissors". The spring wind not only cut out thousands of delicate and slender willow leaves, but also cut through the soil that had frozen at the bottom of the pond for a winter. Sedges, beef tendon grass, purslane, dandelion, martang grass, artemisia annua, prickly vegetables, motherwort... Famous grass, nameless grass, thick grass, slender grass, scrambled to protrude from the cracks in the soil, stretching out the delicate waist.

In the early morning, I often go for a walk by the pond and look at the grass at the bottom of the pond. The morning light is slightly dewy, and the clear morning light sprinkles on the grass, reflecting the strings of exquisite dew on the tip of the grass. The pale gray morning mist and the tender green grass blend with each other, floating and rising at the bottom of the pond...

Every time I stand by the pond, these little grasses bring me new surprises. The delicate grass does not see its length, but it increases with each passing day. Quietly, and quickly and fiercely. Their growth momentum is no less than that of the tall trees by the pool, not only catching up with the speed of chlorophyll, but also catching up with the rhythm of blossoming.

From the distance of the grass to the transpiration of greenery, it seems that all it takes is a warm ray of sunshine, a soft spring breeze, and a dense drizzle. In particular, the dense drizzle seems to be the "growth agent" deliberately sprinkled by the heavens who are in charge of all things. From goose yellow to tender green, from tender green to light green, from light green to emerald green, from emerald green to dark green, the color of grass is constantly undergoing magical chemical changes under the staining of rainwater.

They are delicate grasses, but they are also great grasses. The inconspicuous grass made the dead pond that had been dead for a winter green again, alive, and noisy. These seemingly useless weeds, idle grasses, and weeds not only have aesthetic significance in the short spring, but also create practical value.

Constantly bathed in sunlight and absorbing nutrients, some grass grows into a fragrant "spring fresh". Such as cabbage, noodle trees, such as purslane, thorny vegetables. I often see a few old aunts upstairs who get up early, holding bamboo baskets in their left hands and shovels in their right hands, intently rummaging through the newly produced wild vegetables. These wild vegetables, which they stare at and grow, feel that they must be fresher and more reassuring than those bought in the market. Dig up wild vegetables to take home, root, wash, or stir-fry, or cook soup, without complicated cooking, you can taste the most original and pure spring vegetables at noon that day.

The grass at the bottom of the pond has also grown into a "good medicine" for the world. "February Yin Chen March Artemisia", the weather is warm and cold, still wearing a "fleece coat" of Yin Chen, has the effect of clearing heat and anti-inflammatory, is the "favorite" of the old aunts. In addition, many of them are also regarded as "good hearts". While they were busy at the bottom of the pond, they would also popularize herbal knowledge to me from time to time: "This is dandelion, also called 'yellow flower diding', seedlings fried to eat, or boiled water to drink, all have the effect of clearing heat and detoxification"; "This is plantain, medicinal cold, can expectorant and asthma"; "You see, this is a flying puff, the whole body is a medicine, can reduce inflammation and stop bleeding, but also cure dysentery"...

With such a large variety of weed families, it was difficult for me to distinguish which ones could be eaten and which could be used medicinally, so I never tried to dig them. Whenever I came to the pond, I would at most lean down to see how the grass grew and change, or pinch a blade of grass and put it in my mouth and gently bite it.

I found that the same kind of grass tasted different yesterday and today. Yesterday's breath is rich, today's breath is simple. I especially like the simple smell of grass, which will spread from my mouth to my whole body, so that I can feel a clearer world, a clearer self.

Unfortunately, most of the grass, I can't name it. Every time I come to the edge of the pond and look at the grass under my feet, I always wonder: will they blame me for this?

But every time I come, they're always growing. I reached out and stroked it against the grass, still without the slightest evasion, clinging lovingly to my palm.

It turned out that the grass would not have so much "careful thinking" on my part. The heart of grass and trees is clear and pure. Grass and trees and we, mostly accidental encounters, short encounters, do not have to take the liberty of asking each other's names, do not bother to inquire about each other's origins, have a beautiful impression, it is enough.

With the grass and trees, we must also learn to use the simplest way.

From the moment they emerge from the ground, they devote all their energies to how to grow, how to flourish, how to spread. Even if they know that when summer comes, the pond will be filled with clear water to make way for and dedicate themselves to the lotus flowers of the new season; even if they are too late to sow, or even before they can flower, they will be sunk to the bottom. Still not slackening off, seriously rushing to the agreement with the years, and dedicating the green of life without distraction.

Compared with the "one pool of lotus flowers" in summer, I love the vitality of "one pool of spring grass" in spring. The spring sun is warm and the slender grass tip is always shining, agility and radiance, but also flashing greenery, vitality and strength!