Author Wu Changyong
The winter mountains in southern Shaanxi are cold and thin, full of yellow eyes, like a tired old man, smoking shisha and curled up in the corner of the courtyard full of fallen leaves, leisurely. It is no wonder that winter In Japan is the season of rest.
In the countryside, if there is a strong wind overnight, or the next heavy snow, the whole mountain village is even more silent and depressed. After busy farming in the field, the most pleasant thing for the villagers is to go up the mountain to cut firewood and herd cattle. Maybe in a good weather, squint warmly on the hillside, in a dream, as if there are snow particles falling. "It's snowing?" When you wake up, you will find that it is not snow particles, it is the wind that has blown down the teaching food and hit your inspection.
In this season, the fiery red life-saving food is undoubtedly the most eye-catching scenery in the whole mountain village, red is pure, red is natural, red is warm, red is eye-watering but unbearable to pick. In the mountains and fields full of dead vines and old trees, the life-saving food in the bunches of branches is so feminine, resolute, and so chuchu and moving.
In early spring, this wild thorn blooms with snow white flowers, the flowers are delicate, and it looks like snow that has not completely melted in the distance, and the faint floral fragrance is gently blown by the wind, and the fragrance is refreshing.
At this time, the experienced village women will pick this snow-white flower and go home to make a sweet wine song after processing, and the sweet wine made with this song is not only sweet, but also fragrant.
After the flowers are gone, the branches are gradually covered with green fruits, at first, only the sesame seeds are large, and slowly they are as large as mung beans and soybeans. In early autumn, the fruit begins to turn yellow, gradually turning light red, dark red, and fiery red.
Life-saving food also has a simple name: thorn fruit. Because life-saving food is the fruit of an unknown wild thorn in the mountains, this wild thorn grows freely in the cliffs or mountain forests, and the fruit falls to the ground and takes root, lush and in clumps.
In fact, in the countryside, this wild thorn that grows life-saving food is not pleasing to people, only because it is covered with sharp and sharp thorns, and if it is not careful, it will stab people. Some people also call this wild thorn "King Kong thorn", and villagers often cut this wild thorn knife and then densely insert it on the edge of the crop field to prevent livestock or wild animals from eating the crops.
In the depths of the mountains in winter, the fiery red life-saving food calmly and gently guards a quiet mountain forest, not ostentatious, nor showy, and in the cold wind, it seems to be a fiery flame, which ignites the hill for the second time.
In the middle of winter, the snow-covered life-saving food is like a blossoming red plum, and it seems to be a small face that is frozen red, timidly revealing the purest smile, the red of life flowing is soaked with snowflakes, and the wind blows gently, like a slowly unfolding painting, the sky is dark, the mountains are thin, and the water is quiet.
The life-saving food with a high posture and a flowing face is so full and round, she infects you, moves you, and makes you read a spirituality that is beyond the seasons and colors. At this time, she rendered and outlined her own world to the fullest, silently reciting the landscape and snow, in the winter day when "a thousand mountain birds fly and ten thousand paths disappear, life-saving food silently hides in the ice and snow." She has no intention of competing for purity, no intention of attracting attention, but she is rightfully cherished and praised. Is this a temperament, a realm, or a wind bone?
Finally, one day, the life-saving food of the mountains was transplanted to the flower pots of the city, becoming a hot-selling landscape, and trying to make her fiddle with the most mature and soft shape.
In a warm room without cold, warm and color, can the life-saving food still retain the femininity and fortitude it once had? Can you still remember the hills and seasons that once belonged to you?
I still miss the life-saving food on the hill, not only because she has sweetened the hungry mouths of countless people with withered fruit. More importantly, I respect her away from the hustle and bustle, away from the glitz, away from all praise and applause, and silently guarding the quality of passion and vitality of a frozen land, which modern people cannot easily learn.