Green / Spring, close to a forest

In the spring, get close to a forest

Text/Cui Qichang

This spring, I added a beautiful ornament to my desk desk: dried wood pears.

Soon after the valley rain, the flowers and grass are full of flowers and grass, the trees are lush, the mountains and slopes are showing bright and beautiful colors, and the eyes and places are particularly moist, and even the air is filled with a fragrant smell of grass and trees. At this moment, I was invited to Zhangjialou on the west coast of Qingdao to get close to a forest. This purple-red dried pear on the bookcase is a gift from this forest.

Approaching the forest, the silk-like fog was still suspended, the body felt slightly cool, the eyes opened, and the vast woodland was wrapped in light fog, like a fairyland, which gave people a little mystery.

The forest is quite large, more than 1,200 acres! How many trees are there in the forest? How many trees are there? The "housekeeper" here also seems to have an unclear number. As I walked along the boulevard under the trees, I sighed in my heart: This place called Zefeng Garden is undoubtedly a very distinctive and individual green plant empire created by the trees.

"Outside the north window of the lonely tree, the branches are more than a hundred feet high. The leaves are both graceful, and the fallen leaves are more sparse. "When I was in school, I loved to read the verses of "You Dong Tang Yong Tong" by the Southern Dynasty scholar Xie Xie. Xie Xian's Song Meishi said good things to Wu Tong. The plane tree "Ko leaf phase banner, with all fluttering hurricanes, high or towering", is a symbol of high purity. In the countryside, the village garden can be colonized outside the houses. From childhood to adulthood, in addition to the usual local plane trees, there are locust trees, poplar trees, willow trees, and pine trees that stand on the cliffs of the hills and cliffs that overflow with greenery all year round. The forest of Zefengyuan is not the site of a lonely tree, but a landscape of trees, species of trees that the locals have never seen or even heard of, and have been summoned together to create on the once barren wasteland. I think that they certainly did not "live" in a ravine or two or three places on the banks and cliffs of the river, but after responding to the sound, they waved and said goodbye to the homeland where they had been living, and they came here without hesitation. They came to the strange land, they must not be very familiar with the surrounding environment, they are not very obedient to the water and soil where they are rooted, and there are several factors such as climate that cannot be circumvented for a while, but they do not seem to be afraid, after colonization, they soon seem to thrive, as in the homeland, with a stubble of red leaves and green, to tourists, to nature to become a member of the "tree community" in this forest of pleasure and comfort.

Looking back at the past, in fact, many people are somewhat unsatisfactory about trees, and they feel that the life and death of trees have nothing to do with themselves, and they stubbornly believe that trees are everywhere, and when they get old, new seedlings will grow again. Even if a tree or a forest comes steeply, the trees lose the hope of growing and growing into timber, but they are also itchy and dry, and they are cold and trembling. In fact, this consciousness is short-sighted and ignorant. I have a country relative who has been a carpenter for more than fifty years. Looking back on the decades of wielding axes and chiseling mortise, he felt that he admired his dedication to carpentry, but the biggest debt was to the tree. He said that for most of his life, he could not count how many trees he had cut down. After lighting a cigarette or taking a sip of shochu, he would often guess that when there was a place, it would be nice to have something that could replace wood. At first, his neighbors were a little puzzled by his seemingly contradictory so-called perceptions and thoughts, but after thinking about it for a long time, his surprise and surprise were gradually relieved, thinking that the old carpenter at least had a sense of reverence and compassion for life, for the trees that had fallen down, and had a new thinking and new understanding of the environment and nature. Speaking of carpenter relatives, I naturally think of the writer Borji. Wilderness, he once said in an article, heard the thrashing of logging, as if his heart was like a knife. The thinking and pulse of the writer born in the woods and the carpenter relatives living in the countryside always make me warm and warm.

Although trees are plants, they are alive and spiritual. When it comes to the spirit of trees, I think there is nothing more than this: first of all, the trees can hold on. Wherever it stands, it is rooted deeply and as broadly as possible. The pines on the cliffs, the willows in the arid desert, and the poplars on both sides of the road, they are not vain, they are rooted in life, and they are determined for life, which is fundamentally different from some of the inferiorities of people. Then the tree can give. Spitting out fragrant fragrance, showing greenery, and withering flowers, this is a cycle of tree life. In the process, the suction of dirt and grime, and the sacrifice of the first felling of straight wood after the timber, the tree did not say much. Facing the trees, we as human beings should bow our heads and bend over. Tree self-improvement is also one of its spirits. Who knows how much pain the trees can bring to the trees by wind, frost, snow and rain, as well as sun exposure and hail and thunder? It is very common for a strong tree to become dead wood due to disasters, but it is not unusual that once the environment is created, dead wood can sprout new shoots. I think that the dead wood shows new branches in the spring, which should probably be the most worthy spirit of our human beings. Trees are good at holding hands and like to stand side by side, which is a spirit of cooperation between them. Trees are forested, even if they do not belong to the same kind of family, even if they were isolated and alone earlier, it does not matter, the roots are rooted in the ground, the leaves are blended among the clouds, the branches are proudly overhead, they share the rain and sunshine with each other, they are not greedy, they do not conflict, and win together as the main theme, think about it, is this not something that we humans should advocate and pursue consistently?

All the trees in Zefeng Garden are especially cooperative, they come from all over the place, each tree has its own "surname and name who", they have different annual rings, high and low, determine the foothold, and quickly lay a good relationship and grow together. I walked leisurely in the forest with a group of literary friends, and almost all the trees in the curtain were reflected, although we did not recognize all the tree species in the forest, but in the environment they worked together, everyone was particularly happy, each other was unrestrained, and the smile was always written on the face. I wonder if at this moment you must have a new understanding and understanding of the life and spirit of the trees.

I admire the builders of this forest, they must have a long-term vision of development, have the original intention of paying tribute to the trees, only in the original barren wasteland by a stream of abundant water to slowly create this forest is large enough, perhaps this vibrant forest will be a pleasant note in the melody of local rural revitalization. Zhangjialou has a small jurisdiction, but there are many builders with such a long-term vision, and it is said that there are nearly 100 gardens of various types in the jurisdiction, including woodland!

"The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it is more prosperous when it arrives." People are longing for the spring season, the river is green, the four fields are runny, go out, in the right time with a tree, with a forest, this is not only a poetic step, but a life, to life, to life quite deep meaning of the precise teaching. Isn't it a good thing to be close and entangled in a forest, to learn from and pay homage to a thriving tree, from which each of us may get something?

This spring, the round dried pear on the desk of my desk is as big as a fist, and its purple and red color is very dark and dazzling, and whenever I sit down to open the page, I will involuntarily look at it first. Seeing it, the mind will naturally reflect the tall and tall pear tree that gave birth to it, and then the panoramic reflection of the beautiful forest on the more than 1,200 acres of land in Zefeng Garden.

I think that the new dried pear ornaments on my desk desk this spring should be one of the few valuable ornaments I have.

Cui Qichang is a member of the Shandong Writers Association, the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Prose Creation Committee of the Qingdao Writers Association. Essays, essays and reportage works have been scattered in Economic Daily, Workers Daily, China Ocean Daily, China Natural Resources Daily, Dazhong Daily, Rural Public, Lianhe Daily, Qingdao Daily, Qingdao Literature, Times Literature, etc. Published the essay collection "Cultivating landscape in the heart", and co-authored and published 4 collections of essays.

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