Willow's assertion | Author: Li Dongmei

During the morning exercise during the holidays, I always used to jog along the riverbank, and I liked the elegant willow trees on the riverbank.

Somehow, I have always been so stubborn that the river and the weeping willow are like the mountains and the water. The mountain is the attachment of water, the water is the soul of the mountain, the water without the mountain is the water without potential; the mountain without water is the mountain without Hua. In the same way, water is the companion of willow, willow is the lover of water, waterless willow is boring willow; water without willow is tasteless water.

Among the many trees, the only love of willow trees is completely due to those Tang winds and Song rains. "Jasper is made into a tree high, ten thousand green silk tassels hanging down", writing the elegance of the willow; "the grass is long and warblers fly in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke", and the charm of the willows cannot be completed; "the willows are a hundred feet away from the silver pond, and Mo Shenqing is only light yellow", which cannot paint the flow of the willow. The willow tree in the poet's pen is just like a woman with endless charm. "In the past, I was in the past, Yang Liu Yiyi", Liu is the lingering of lovers in the "Book of Poetry", "Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored new", Liu is Wang Wei's regret when he bids farewell to his friends, "Yang Liu'an, Xiao Feng is the moon", Liu is liu yong's loneliness when he is frustrated in life. The willow tree in the poet's pen is just like a sentimental girl, with endless feelings. In my eyes, the willow tree is a poem, a picture scroll, a wisp of sorrow.

The willow tree is the messenger of spring, when everything else in the earth is still trembling and silent in the cold of winter, the willow tree bravely breaks free from the steep spring cold, slightly glowing blue, quietly bursting out of the buds, the nascent willow buds, tender yellow, new green, far away, like a light green fog, the breeze blows, this fog is intermittent, as if looming. Spring returns to the earth, when the flowers begin to compete for beauty, the grass begins to sprout and grow, and the trees begin to prepare for development, the willow buds that are dotted like torches have stretched into slender willow eyebrows, and they have become beautiful and colorful girls, covered with a hair that has just been bathed, scratching their heads in the clear river. That touch of goose yellow, that little bit of tender green, blooming with the beauty of youth, it is no wonder that it will become the darling of the poet's pen, the support of the lyricist's affection.

As I walked quietly along the riverbank, I suddenly found that the willow trees by the river had completely lost the beautiful and feminine style of early spring. The slender willow leaves are dull, dull, and even a little yellow. The soft wicker was also completely devoid of lifeless passion, hanging low weakly, and could not be associated with the flowing Yuanna at all. "Broken flowers and willows", the word flashed in the heart of the earth, to know that the willow tree was once synonymous with beauty. "When it is quiet, it is like a delicate flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind", which is the charm that describes the beauty of the beauty of the movement and stillness; "hibiscus face, willow waist, nothing is more charming than charming", which depicts the charm of the beauty style; "cherry Fan Sukou, willow small wild waist", is the definition of beauty's otherworldly handsomeness; "willow leaf eyebrow hair, peach blossom face", is the standard of exquisite beauty. But now? The originally beautiful girl did not continue the magic of "the eighteenth change of the female eldest, the more beautiful it became", rough as a yellow-faced woman, and the soft and boring willow tree seemed to have become the failure of the riverbank.

I looked around at the trees around me, the poplars were tall and majestic, the leaves were as green as emeralds, and the trees that could not be named were dignified and atmospheric, and the leaves were as green as ink, and they were all full of vitality. Compared with the willow trees, they are beautiful men who are full of beauty, while the willow trees are reduced to ugly women who do not trim the edges. I stepped on the fallen leaves of the willow tree, and suddenly felt the passing of youth, and even the most beautiful years had withered. Just like the willow tree, which once occupied the infinite scenery of the early spring and won the glory of people's favor, the beauty will eventually pass away, and the ruin will be like a falling flower. Cherish the time, don't let youth be wasted, Willow said silently reminding.

I sighed silently, but I was not willing to watch the decline of the willow tree, trying to find a reason for her.

Suddenly remembered the April day on earth, the beauty of the wind and snow moon initiated by her. Her branches are covered with white flowers, white in green, dyed green in white, plush, and cute. Together with the breeze, the sky is full of flying willows, like cute little elves, flying wildly in the sky. Falling on the grass, it was like a white and soft blanket. Floating on the road, the ground rolled a white pompom, and the speeding vehicles spun up the white willows, flying in the air and swaying. In the spring light, the willows that are as white as snowflakes perform the dashing of the snow fluttering and perform the elegance of the snow flying. No! It is lighter and gentler than snowflakes, and they are like petals sprinkled from the hands of fairies, dancing in the warm sunlight, lining the blue sky and blue water, beautiful as a fairyland.

"The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the yang flowers are long and stirring up the sky", the poet sings the tender willows, and turns his eyes to the willows, "the pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, the willow pond is light and windy", "the crazy willows dance with the wind, the light peach blossoms flow by the water", "the spring wind does not dissolve the yang flowers, and the misty flutters the faces of the people", and the small willow silk can also arouse the favor of the poet. In fact, this willow is not the flower of the willow tree, but its seed. Every white cloud-like flutter carries a seed of hope for the life of a willow tree, and by the wind, spreads the seed with wings.

Suddenly I remembered the writer Zhang Xiaofeng's "Reverence for Life", he saw a few trees by the lake, and those trees were unconsciously floating those small clouds, like a white cloud library. I think that tree must be a willow tree, and in order to reproduce, it sows thousands of seeds. Although their survival rate is minimal, they still persistently create miracles of life from time to time. Thinking of this, I can't help but suddenly be cheerful, and finally understand the reason why willow trees are red and perishable, it turns out that as a "mother", in order to reproduce, she has exhausted all her strength to send out those endless seeds of life. This luxurious, extravagant, reckless investment in life, such a selfless, fearless, thrilling feat of dedication, is enough to make people fear life and admire willow trees.

I can't help but think of the countless mothers in the world, they were also as beautiful as flowers, but also shy like the moon, but when they became mothers, for the sake of their children to get up early and go to bed late, all day long, silently pay, selfless dedication, white sideburns, old face, changed figure, lost youth, from a little princess who was cared for, into a yellow-faced woman who cared for people. Just like this willow tree, after sowing the seeds of life, it fades the beauty of youth, from "flowing beauty" to "coarse woman". In this way, the willow trees are as heroic as the shore, which is enough to make people feel awe.

I reached out and let the soft wicker brush between my fingers, just like shaking hands with her, and taking endless reverie to each other's hearts.

About author:Li Dongmei, a native of Jiyuan, Henan. Ji Shuiyi is a Chinese language teacher who likes to read and write.

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