Appreciation of the beauty of the text 丨 morning glory, author: Shiga Naoya Recitation: Wang Hui

Author: Naoya Shiga Recitation: Wang Hui

There are many cute things in life, like a thing, reflect a life attitude. People who can relax in ordinary life must have a fiery heart. Share with you the article "Morning Glory" by Japanese writer Naoya Shiga.

I have been planting morning glory every year since more than a decade ago. Not only for ornamentation, but also because its leaves can be used as medicine to treat insect wounds, so it has not stopped. Not only mosquitoes, but also centipede wasps, are also very effective. Take three or four leaves, rub out a kind of mucus with both hands, and rub the bite together with the leaves, immediately relieve pain and itching, and there will be no water in the future.

Now the house I live in atami Dadongtai has built a small room in the middle of the back mountain as a study. The foundation is narrow and the slope is in front of the window. For safety, a low fence was built. Some tea tree seeds were planted under the hedge, intending to slowly grow into a hedge of tea trees.

But this was a few years ago, and this year several morning glory seeds bought from Tokyo department stores were planted. Towards summer, the hedge was full of vines, some of which had gone up to the ground, and I pulled it back to the fence. Tea seeds also came out of the seedlings everywhere, but because the morning glory vine grew so luxuriantly, it could not shine in the sun.

This summer, my family is full of children and grandchildren, so for more than a month, I lived in a study halfway up the mountain. Probably because of the age relationship, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning and could no longer sleep, so I had to look at the scenery outside and wait for the family in the main room to get up.

The scenery of my main room is very good, the study is on a high place, looking out of the field of vision is wider, and to the southwest is Tiancheng Mountain. ŌmuroYama, Komuroyama, Kawana's horns and overlapping new islands. Not far from Kawana Kakukaku is torishima, and even farther away, you can sometimes see Miyake Island, but it is only on extremely sunny weather, and it can only be seen several times a year.

On the front, there is the small Hatsujima Island, behind it is the big island, on the left, is the horn of the real crane, and then you can see the mountains of the Miura Peninsula, which is a rare scenic spot. I've lived in scenic spots like Onomichi, Matsue, my grandson, Yamashina, and Nara before, but it's still the best in comparison.

Every morning, Hu sat on the balcony, smoking a cigarette while looking at the scenery, while in front of him, he looked at the morning glory on the fence.

I have never felt how beautiful the morning glory is, first of all, because I love to sleep early, I don't have the opportunity to see the first flowers, and most of the flowers I see have been sunburned by the sun, showing a pure look, and I don't particularly like it.

But this summer, I got up early in the morning and saw the freshly bloomed flowers, the delicate look. It is really beautiful, and compared with the cannabis and geranium, it looks particularly gorgeous.

The life of the morning glory flower is only an hour or two, and looking at its delicate expression, I can't help but think of my own youth. Later, I thought about it, when I was a teenager, I probably knew the delicate beauty, but I didn't feel it deeply, and when I reached old age, I really felt beautiful.

Hearing the voice of the person in the main room, I went downhill, remembering the material for the granddaughter who was in elementary school to make embossing, picking a few glazed, big red or red bean morning glory flowers, the flower heart was lifted up in my hand, and walked down the ramp, and suddenly a fly fly, buzzing around the side of the face, I raised my empty hand to drive it away, but it was still wrapped around and refused to fly away.

I stopped in the middle of the road, and the fly cocked its ass into the heart of the flower and sucked the honey, and the round flower-spotted belly twitched and sucked.

After a breath, the fly fly withdrew from the heart of the flower and burrowed into another flower. I sucked in the honey once, and then flew away without any nostalgia. The flyfly only saw flowers, and did not take me seriously, I thought it was kind and lovely.

Telling this to the youngest girl, she listened with great interest, and immediately found out the Insect Atlas to see what kind of fly it was, as if it was called a flower fly, or it was called a flower bee.

According to the "Illustrated Book", the wings of insects in the family flies are one by one, and there are no small wings underneath, and the wings of the bee family have small wings under the large wings. This insect chasing morning glory, when it sees it, thinks it is called a fly, whether it is a fly or a bee, and now I have not figured it out.

No matter how much busyness or anxiety is chasing you, don't forget to keep a curious heart. Some lives are not to be sought, nor to be pursued, but to be, to perceive and discover.

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