Flowers and trees bloom at night in the east wind.
More blowing down, the stars like rain.
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Luan tree, a tree of greater beauty than flowers
Photo/Hibiscus in the rain
In recent years, in my town, it has become popular to plant luan trees as street trees. The first time I saw its tree, I was amazed by its beauty and mistook the pod for a flower.
After years of observation, it is understood that the original Luan tree is also a tree with cultural flavor.
China has a long history and profound cultural heritage, and Luan trees have long been discovered and recorded by the Chinese people. The earliest record of Luan trees is found in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Great Wilderness of the South Classic" of the pre-Qin period more than 2200 years ago: "In the great wilderness, there is a mountain of clouds and rain, and there is a wooden name called Luan. Yu attacked the clouds and rain, and there was red stone Yan Sheng luan. ”
More than 2,700 years ago, the Zhou Li of the Western Zhou Dynasty stipulated the tree species to be planted next to the mausoleum after the death of people of all walks of life, saying: "Tianzi tree pine, prince cypress, Dafu Luan, Shi Yang" It is stipulated that pine trees are planted next to the emperor's mausoleum, cypress trees are planted in front of the tombs of princes and nobles, and luan trees are planted in front of the tombs of scholars, so luan trees are also called doctor trees. In ancient times, the status of the great (sound) husband was not low, and it was an important position in the central government, such as the imperial history doctor, the counselor, the middle doctor, the Guanglu doctor, etc., known as "the punishment can not be the doctor", it can be seen that Luan Shu's social status is not low! (From web sources)
Luan trees, beautiful in all seasons. Passionate, passionate, unreserved dedication of their beauty and affection.
In my town, there are luan trees everywhere, however, many people walk under the luan trees, even if the flowers and branches above their heads are spread, and the feet are colorful, they don't care about this scene, nor do they know the wood.
And I was alone in the warmth of the changing seasons of Luan Tree, and experienced the beauty and sophistication of the seasons.
In the spring.
A thin dirt path leads wildflowers into the wheat fields and stretches forward. Occasionally, the yellow of the rape flower, the powder of the peach blossom, floating on the tip of the green wheat wave. We walked in this bright field, without words, intoxicated to experience the long-lost rural atmosphere.
"Hey, hey, look, Toon!" The second lady screamed and pointed to a few small saplings on the side of the road.
I stopped to see that the sapling was finger-thick, half-human tall, gray-brown pole, and a handful of tender red buds emerged from the top of the pole.
"Not a toon, it's a luan tree!" I confidently told the second lady.
I could see that the edges of the young leaves were jagged and fine, and the buds were wrinkled, not like the strong petioles of toon trees. In addition, if it is a toon tree, it is impossible to only shoot from the top of the pole, and at this time the toon is in full bloom, even if it is picked, there should be traces of picking. The luan tree is a common tree species that knows that the spring top is blunt, and the bud is at the top of the night.
The second lady did not believe it, grabbed the buds and lost their nostrils to sniff, light green taste, not fragrant, disappointed to throw the buds in their hands into the wheat field: "Can't eat toon!" ”
In fact, Luan tree buds are also edible and are the most popular health vegetables in recent times. Its beauty name "Mulan Bud", sounds very elegant, the name is related to Mulan's military service, a righteous atmosphere. Magnolia buds, picked before and after the valley rain, blanched in boiling water, soaked in water to remove the light bitterness, cold mix, fried shredded meat or eggs, or pickled vegetables, are all good.
I've only heard of it, I haven't eaten it.
After walking a few steps away, I turned again to look at the luan saplings born in the quiet of the field. A refined body, covered with daylight, the buds above the head, shining with a transparent bright light, dazzling, bright and bright. The vulgar dirt paths, the simple green wheat fields, suddenly have a deeper agility and rich colors and full of poetry.
Notice for the first time that the luan tree buds bathing in the sun are good-looking and charming.
Returning from the wheat field, I never paid any more attention to the luan tree, and the spring of the luan tree was quiet.
In the summer.
Inadvertently, the luan trees went from green branches and young leaves to huagai pavilions, and the long summer solstice.
Like other trees, the Luan tree holds up branches and leaves like umbrellas to cool people. However, it is more suitable for cooling under the tree than the plane luan tree that loves to give birth to "foreign spicy seeds", and the branches and leaves are beautiful and colorful, and it is not easy to attract insects.
This summer, I like to pedal my bicycle and walk under the luan tree.
In the early morning when the heat is gradually rising, when I leave home, I first feel that the weather is hot and irritable, and it is uncomfortable to wear any clothes. When I got farther and farther away from the community, on the way to the Luan tree shelter, pedaling the bicycle wind filament from the bare back of the hand, the ankle, gently blowing, crisp and crispy, like an hour wading through the trickle of the river, the cool feeling of the water pattern sliding from the foot surface, flexible, gentle, very comfortable.
As I walked, there was a thin "clang" above my head, and a small thing with strength rubbed slightly over the root of the ear, and slightly "snapped" to the ground. Don't guess, "Ah, Luan blossoms!" "A surprise to my heart. At this time, there were no flowers in the trees, and the open space under the trees, sparsely lala, sprinkled with a few bright yellows, leisurely, casual. Vehicles, crowds, hurried by, unnoticed.
There are fertile fields on both sides of the road, and through a row of lush luan trees, you can see the dream-like clarity and hazy in the distance. The timeless little flowers under the trees are crowded and open, the wild oats are full of fruit showing off on the branches, the 18-way platform sheltered by the luan branches and leaves, a girl dressed in purple stands quietly, a few tiny luan flowers fall on her hair, without noticing, looking down at the mobile phone, reminding me of the beautiful verse: The most is the gentleness of the bowed head like a water lotus flower that is not overweight to the shyness of the cool breeze.
Several young people ran side by side in front, and as soon as I braked, the back of the car clicked and I turned my head in panic, and the young girl had a cute and shy face and apologized to me: "Beautiful aunt I'm sorry!" Like the dew on the petals of the morning rolling down, bright and transparent, they continue to walk with each other under the green luan trees. The young man who came in front of me gave me a kind wave in the decelerated car, oh, it turned out to be Xiao Wei, a technician of the former company, and suddenly felt warm in his heart. Walking under the luan tree in the hot summer, the depression and exhaustion of the reality at this moment will be dissolved by a romantic warm imagination.
In the evening, people clean up their chores, walk out of the air-conditioned room, stroll under the luan trees, and enjoy the time of the day.
Wave after wave of people, with different looks, walked under the tall luan tree, dressed in loose summer clothes, and walked leisurely under the windy luan tree, soothing the tiredness of the day.
In the silent evening, fireworks stories occur on the road with luan trees, which are touching and contemplative.
That day, I was watching a sunset through the cracks of the trees, illuminating the canopy of the vicissitudes, charming red, like a warm hand caressing the skin of the Luan tree, and the tree and the sunset outlined a warm picture.
At this time, a car stopped next to the walking old man, walked down a young man, talked to the old man affectionately, and helped the old man sit in the car and galloped away. I think that the young man is the grandson of the old man, so filial piety. With a touched mood, I looked at the distant car in a daze, disturbed by a speeding electric car, a migrant worker wearing a hard hat, wearing old overalls full of mud, rushing by, pulling up the wind wire, smelling of sweat, and suddenly there was an indescribable sadness in my heart. A few brilliant little yellow flowers fell on the pavement he had crossed, gentle, cool... Too late to think about it, another rain of falling flowers fell, and the grand flower event began, and the summer was over.
In the autumn.
Before and after the white dew, the heat gradually receded, the osmanthus flowers were not fragrant, it seemed to be only a matter of overnight, and my town fell into the grand flowers of the Luan tree.
Standing in the window, looking out, the magnificent luan tree has become a variety of styles, crimson, golden, and green, jumping on the branches together, smudging the autumn days of the town.
Unexpectedly, the small luan flowers that usually hide their faces are small, and gloomy, crazy, white and black day and night continue to bloom, branches, fluffy, soft, fine, infiltrated, it seems to be endless, can not be finished, continue to open, continue to fall. The breeze blows through the golden flowers and rain, and the branches and roads echo, like a game of gold sprinkling yellow. I gently caught a flower, looked at it affectionately, the wax plum petals were chicly rolled up, the long buds were finely upturned, the calyx was red, and the pretty little flowers were smellless. When you step on the soft and fine falling flowers, you can smell the refreshing and clean aroma written in the book, the smell of fertility attraction, and the medicinal fragrance designed to attract insect pollination.
Stepping on the beautiful falling Ying, walking comfortably, not far in front of the oblique and low hanging flower branches, fluttering a bird, bright little yellow flowers, rain like a sprinkle. The falling flowers stopped under the tree, and the branches still trembled gracefully and nodded their heads, like a reluctant farewell. The swaying low-hanging branches are bright yellow flowers, bearing pink pods of different sizes, yellow flowers and red fruits, full of green leaves, gorgeous and abnormal. Compared with the lonely other shore flowers under the tree, the flowers and leaves do not meet, the Luan tree is reunited, the generations are in the same house, and the spring of October is occupied every year. I believe that the Luan tree is the "flowering tree" that waited for five hundred years in Murong Xi's poem, the tree of happiness, in which the Buddha made a wish.
A tree blooms at the same time, flowers fall, and sets fruit, such a novel and beautiful situation, which can last for more than a month.
When the window sill finished the last flower of the purple morning glory in the evening, I changed into a long-sleeved cashmere sweater, and looked out the window, and the young wax plum yellow was gone, and the mighty red flooded my town.
Windy, on the road, luan fruit with the wind puffing and falling, various postures dotted the road, like a romantic rose poetically extended to the front, spectacular, poignant. I was deeply shocked, crouching down with my mobile phone, not knowing how to freeze such a beautiful road. In the clear sound of Luan Guo's falling, someone stopped and asked me solemnly: "What is the use of you shooting this?" A luan fruit gracefully rubbed shoulders with her, answering her in a graceful falling posture, a subtle burgundy. While I enjoyed the natural landscape brought by the seasons, I also felt regret and pain in my heart. The luan fruit on the ground was crushed by the wheels, the foot pedals, the crackling sound, and the people who hurried by seemed indifferent, and no one cared about the magnificent scattered beauty of the luan fruit.
Look closely, how interesting Luan Guo is, three-petal diamond angle type, the top opens a cute little mouth, like a bright red lantern, more like a beautiful sexy red lips, charming, seductive to kiss. The peel is thin and vivid, the colors are beautiful and changeable, pink, purple, burgundy, turquoise, rose red, hibiscus red, sunset red, such as fire, all colors, beauty, power are "showing the joy of maturity and conception". Each thin peel contains one or two seeds. Someone wrote in the article that when I was a child, I used the seeds of the Luan tree to wear the bracelet, I think the author is making it up, the seeds of the Luan tree are very small, not as big as the mung bean grains, how to wear the bracelet. I think the seeds that can wear the bracelet should be a close relative of the Luan tree.
The earliest withered luan fruit, began to be bright and moist like delicate ruby jewelry, after the wind, sun, rain, dew, slowly dried, into a mild reddish-brown, and then precipitated into an introverted paper white, facing the light to see the seeds hidden inside, hazy little black shadow, very mysterious. Another gust of wind blew, the sun shone, and the three petals were happily exploded, and the black full seeds were exposed, lying steadily, like clever black eyes, looking a little chic and interesting.
As long as you pay attention, the evergreen grass under the luan trees, there are always a lot of dead and old luan fruits, holding the pregnant seeded body against the embrace of the earth, quietly waiting for the spring rain to hit the soil. I can't help but look at the top of my head again, and there are strings of dried fruit pods rubbing against each other and whispering with the wind, producing an intimate pure sound. It seems that the life of luan trees is endless, spreading indefinitely.
In winter.
All the deciduous trees have lost their leaves, and the leaves of the luan trees have precipitated the golden color of the sun, which is extremely fragrant.
There are several luan trees outside the company gate, the winter morning of the night shift, the day is dark, with tiredness and sleepiness, walk to a few luan trees, suddenly the top of the head flashes a bright light, open everywhere, the heart is warm, think that the sun is out, look up, the golden dazzling of the sky, bright, comfortable, such as Mu Chunyang, there is no sadness of old age.
The wind rose again, and the luan leaves began to fall in large numbers, laying a golden blanket on the road. The fallen leaves of the luan tree were mixed with thick black petioles, which were crippled, stepped on, and slightly clucked. I felt the texture of life and the desolation of the seasons.
At the gaze, under a tall luan tree, there was a familiar figure, kneeling on the fallen leaves, closing his eyes, folding his hands at the tips of his eyebrows, praying reverently to the fireworks that burned to heaven.
When the luan leaves fell last year, under this luan tree, a tragic car accident occurred, and the fallen leaves in the sky seemed to tell the sorrow and misfortune of the world. Since then, I often see the aunt next door holding a stack of lead-printed leaflets in her hand, looking for the perpetrator, the luan trees on both sides of the endless road are plastered with leaflets, the aunt is like Xianglin sister-in-law, confused, seeing people said: "My old man was crushed to death by the car under that tree, the driver ran away, you see who took the knife to poke..." The luan tree was silent, let the leaves fall, and the wind rolled everywhere, desolate and mournful.
After burning the paper, my aunt turned to see me, and the wrinkles of her face with tear marks stretched out, and she smiled at me kindly and said, "Old man, rest in peace!" ”
I grabbed a luan leaf that slipped off my shoulder, dry, indifferent, serene, like a big mother's expression.
The leaves of the luan tree, the majestic shore, tough, and lonely, carrying the brown luan fruit pods that cannot be blown away by the wind, rustling, is a deep gray and white painting.
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