Light wave green shadow

Text/Ren Yuqing

Outside the east window is an open flat land, overgrown with weeds and sparse birds, and not far away by the brick wall of the street is planted with a row of tall, strong plane trees. On this spring day in April, the large and small branches of the plane tree bloom with huge pink and white flowers one after another, one by one, one by one, against the blue sky. Whenever I look at the plane trees, I can't help but think of "old trees blooming" and "iron trees blooming" because they are too thick or old.

The sight that attracted me outside the window was not the row of tall plane trees, but a green plant that suddenly appeared under the windowsill, perhaps an unknown young sapling, in short, for the land outside the window, it was close at hand, attracting my attention, a kind of beauty that I found casually.

The green plant tops occupy a corner of the window, and they are as tall as me, and the leaves are large and luxuriant, and the eyes are verdant, and through the glass you can see the white fluff on the edge of the young leaves of the stems, which I call "the green shadow of the light waves". When the wind is calm, it is bathed in the wind and sunshine, like a beautiful window painting, embellished with spring light, and when the breeze is rippling, the green plants are dancing with their tails, and the light and shadow are intertwined, graceful and graceful, and the posture is better than the petite potted plants indoors.

I think of a friend, she especially likes this kind of light under the wind and grass, preferably in the bush and then blooming colorful flowers, a sparkling and colorful beauty like the undulating sea water hits her chest, or joy, take pictures, or indulge in it, and give up. She said that this feeling was like returning to her childhood for a moment, and she was still the little girl who wantonly chased butterflies and ran among the flowers and plants. I know that this is a sudden beauty, which catches people off guard, and the thoughts are fluttering, just like meeting a beloved, love at first sight, and a glance is a thousand years of elegance.

There is a vast world outside the window, countless beautiful scenes, the window is unique in this corner of the scenery, but it often makes people indulge in thought, free galloping, is this a good thing?

I remember such a scene, when I was in high school, whenever the test results were released, my chemistry teacher would call me to the office to talk, "Look at your score, how did you get the test? What is there outside the window for you to look around in class...... and so on, which also made me timid about her strictness, until the college entrance examination, out of my total score of 511, Li Zong only accounted for 137 points, which is the same as the math score. Yes, what is there outside the window, in fact, it is empty, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, electric poles and wires, people's rooftops and treetops, and occasionally there will be the imaginary her, who has occupied the young man's mind for a long time.

The narrow windows, the young greenery, the charming light waves, and the intoxicating green shadows, this spring landscape has been repeatedly appreciated by me, stirring my memory, unconsciously recalling another thing, and laughing from it.

One day in the middle of summer, I went to visit Mr. Lan Xi remotely, he is middle-aged, but he has a wide range of interests, such as the ability to speak and sing witty words, the skill of writing poetry and calligraphy, the humorous and hearty personality, and one of the "Ten Outstanding Young Persons" who said that his serious work has nothing to do with these hobbies. In the eyes of me, a young man who is not good at talking and often reticent, he is approachable and has no leadership posture, and he calls me little brother, which dispels my worries and is really easy to get along with.

Walking into Brother Lan's office, a room catches your eye is a pile of calligraphy paper piled up on the desk, next to which are pens, inkstones, inkstones and other utensils, and a stack of papers and books are also laid on the bed, on which his unique wild grass font is sprinkled with his extraordinary atmosphere, and it can be seen that he is practicing and constantly tapping his potential, and he is willing to work hard to sharpen his ambitions. I never knew calligraphy, I didn't know how to grass, and sometimes he would joke: "Yo, you recognize this character, it seems that this work has failed." On Mr. Lanxi's computer, there is a document that records the poems he has written over the years, spring, summer, autumn and winter, sadness, joy and tears, page after page, neat and orderly, the number of thousands of poems. He explained to me the background of some poems, such as places, scenes, etc., and I silently recited them several times, and I felt that they were catchy and the scenes blended, sometimes with the cool breeze on the face, and sometimes the speed of the clear stream. Although I have never memorized a poem in my heart, I often see his new compositions and new voices, and I can still think of him sitting alone in the room, or happy, or sad, many days, dusk, and nights, repeatedly swimming in the sea of poetry, and leaving many unknown feelings, which makes me sincerely admire.

Before leaving, Mr. Lan Xi was about to give me a picture and asked me which four words to ask. I was not prepared, looking at a table and a chair in the room, a flower and a grass, thinking about a few conventional inscriptions that I felt were not suitable for my young man, and finally fixed my eyes on the scene at the door, only to see that the sky was shining, the wind was blowing the curtains, the bamboo shadow was mottled, and it was very comfortable, and I said: "Then the words 'bamboo shadow and breeze'." ”

Because of the scenery in the corner of the window, I reverie the "light wave green shadow", and then follow the "bamboo shadow breeze", these two feelings are the same, like the same afternoon, very ingenious. Maybe one day, this green plant in the window will be uprooted, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I have remembered its graceful appearance, and remembered its graceful beauty for a long time, which was injected into my heart.