The cherry blossoms of Wuda University, to see, or not to go, this question has been entangled in my heart for a long time, I believe that many Chinese people have the same feelings.
Tracing the history of cherry blossom cultivation in Wuda, the humiliating past that made Chinese sad always haunted and lingered.
When the devil planted cherry blossoms in Wuda, which was the headquarters of the Central Plains of the Japanese army invading China, the original intention was to comfort the homesickness of the wounded Japanese soldiers, and he never thought that it would attract thousands of tourists to compete today.
Although cherry blossoms are not guilty, but my generation has affection, and in the face of the oriental national flower, there is always a mustard in my heart. Perhaps only time can dilute all this.
But whether you remember, or forget, history, it's there.
Walking on the streets of Wuhan City, the overwhelming advertisements all read, romantic cherry blossoms, meet you. But I really can't imagine that cherry blossoms and romance, even if they have a dime a dime relationship.
There is a Japanese folk saying, the seven days of cherry blossoms, which says that cherry blossoms only have seven days from opening to withering; And the whole cherry tree takes about 16 days from flowering to full gratitude. Walking on the path where Wuda is less crowded, the cherry blossoms on the trees are blooming, and the fall on the ground is already colorful.
The beauty of cherry blossoms lies in the concentrated and enthusiastic blooming and resolute withering.
You can praise her as brilliant as the morning sun and as delicate as a peach and plum, but in the end, she finally passed away overnight, leaving only poignant memories. In Japanese legend, after the heroic samurai reached the glory of life, he died by cesarean section under the cherry blossom tree, and the red face on the cherry blossom blossom was caused by the blood of the samurai.
If this is all romance, it is also a perverted romance. Only island countries that live in a corner of the world, because the sense of anxiety and anxiety of the small territory has penetrated into the blood of its people, can have such extreme thoughts; In the vast Middle Earth, our ancestors were more peaceful and always believed in the golden mean. You must know that the magnificent is only for a while, and the dull is forever.
It has always been assumed that no matter how beautiful the park is, it is not comparable to the scenery of a college campus (the new university town that has been built in recent years is not included, which is just a pile of new garbage buildings), especially those with a long history.
Out of the tradition of "everything is inferior, only high reading", governments have intentionally or unintentionally reserved the best positions when planning and building university sites, such as Tsinghua University, Peking University, Zhejiang University, and Wuhan University.
The early builders of Wuhan University did not live up to this treasure of feng shui and built a beautiful complex of buildings on Luojia Mountain.
On the side of Wuda Sakura Avenue, student dormitories are lined up along the mountain, with plain walls, red windows, green tiles, cornices and arches, hidden in the cherry blossom bushes, with a unique charm, and the students of Wuhan University are really happy. There are also old buildings such as the liberal arts, science, law, engineering, and agricultural college buildings and libraries on campus, although they were all built in the thirties of the last century, and in terms of their artistry, they are still slightly superior to today's buildings, let alone their historical value.
Coupled with the school's own bookish atmosphere and humanistic atmosphere, it is incomparable to Wuhan East Lake Cherry Garden. This kind of congenital defect cannot be made up the day after tomorrow.
Unfortunately, the ancient style is no longer there, today's people's eyes are more on money, and the newly built universities (including the expansion of old universities) have no taste.
When I left the school, I was flocked to the school (I entered the school after 6 a.m., and the janitor had not yet arrived), with advertisements for accommodation posted on lampposts, and vendors lined up along the road. The surging tide of commerce hit, and the gate of the campus could not be resisted after all.