Meet the waterfall-like wisteria
Text/Yang Xiaoshuang
Spring in Chongqing always produces a thin and varied fog. These thin and thick fogs will quietly make the mountains, rivers, earth and grasshoppers here all disappear. In this way, many things are more mysterious, like purple irises blooming on the banks of rivers; the lonely purple plane flowers in the courtyard; and wisteria flowers on the flat ground of the mountains.
I chose a rainy day and walked aimlessly on the earth. There is no purpose, just as the wind in the forest and the mountains has no direction, and I pray to meet a different landscape. I walked alone in the mountains for a long, long time, and I didn't meet any purple flowers and bones except for the oncoming wind. With a feeling of disappointment and loneliness, I don't know how long I walked, I arrived at a place called Heshan Ping, the pioneer town. At this time, there was a faint fragrance from the wind, which was not citrus and grapefruit flowers blooming on both sides of the road, nor sycamore flowers blooming in the courtyard, but a flower that I had never smelled before. With a curious heart, I followed the scent around the corner and came across a large field of blooming wisteria flowers.
Such a wisteria flower is near the lake and grows, in this two-kilometer-long wisteria corridor, what catches the eye is a light purple, natural purple, pure purple, but also a yearning purple! I have never seen such majestic wisteria flowers, hanging from the air towards the earth, like the curtain of the boudoir woman's house, and like a purple waterfall cascading down. From top to bottom, and from bottom to top, every little flower bloomed so full that for a moment I couldn't find the beginning and end of her bloom. With her dreamy colors, she occupies a side of the land in Heshanping, with strings of flowers, swaying in the wind, echoing white, pink and purple. Standing under the wisteria flowers, I felt that I was no longer me, and the wisteria flowers were no longer wisteria flowers.
In the wisteria flower corridor, the sound of rain gradually faded, and the haze in the sky dissipated a lot. Greet them cordially with expectant and longing eyes, with selfless mentality and clean souls. I couldn't help but put my footsteps low, so gentle that only the wind could hear it, so gentle that only these blooming wisteria could understand it. At this time, the turmoil and worries in the heart have long been hidden in the wisteria flowers, and the thoughts that have been sealed in the years have gradually been recovered from the bottom of the heart. I don't need words to express my inner emotions, nor do I need to use my hands to pick up the wisteria petals that fall on the ground, and their destination is the earth, the dirt. I just need to stand quietly under the wisteria flowers and listen to their hearts, like the pain when the flowers bloom and the calmness when the flowers fall.
I love this waterfall wisteria, love its cleanliness and purity, and love her flamboyance and vitality! Even though I don't know the origin of these wisterias, these upward climbing wisteria have given their best year to the soil, to the earth, and to many frustrated people in this world! They are in the fields of Heshanping, the mountain forest, in front of the house, and even in everyone's heart! In short, such wisteria full of positive spirit is everywhere and blooms everywhere!
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)
Layout appreciation
Editor: Zhu Yangxia
Responsible editor: Chen Taiyong
Reviewed: Feng Fei