diversiform-leaved poplar
Author: Xiao Fuxing
I have never seen such a tree. I was completely stunned and awed by it, and my blood was boiling for it. Really, in ordinary life, it is hard to find such people and things that can make me excited to raise a blazing flame in my blood, let alone ordinary trees defiled by polluted atmosphere. This kind of tree makes me feel refreshed, and all of a sudden it gushes out the overwhelming power of life.
This is Hu Yangshu!
Such trees can only be seen in this desert wasteland. Standing on the crisp and swift Tarim River and looking at the vast and desolate Populus euphratica forest on both sides of the north and south, there is a shock in my heart that has never been seen before, just like the surging river hitting my heart.
More than 40 kilometers deep on both sides of the Tarim River, it is the site of Populus euphratica. Before and after a piece of green, and surrounded by its thick muddy yellow doing a touching contrast. This thick color is fluctuating, surging and spreading all over the sky, which is the most eye-catching landscape here.
Really, as long as you see such a tree, all the other trees are too weak. It is said that ginkgo trees are ancient, and a small golden fan is blowing endless ancient customs. Can you compare with Populus euphratica? Populus euphratica lived on this earth10.35 billion years ago. It is said that pine and cypress are green and firm as leaf needles. Can they compare with Populus euphratica? Populus euphratica is not afraid of cold and heat, wind, sand and drought. Never die for a thousand years, never fail after death for a thousand years, and never rot for another thousand years. Can the tenacious vitality and unyielding and immortal character of pine and cypress in the past three thousand years be worthy of it? Not to mention the willows bent like silk; A touch of carmine charmed peaches and plums in the spring breeze; Dare not look at a piece of lemon eucalyptus with cold snowflakes; Can't leave the old banyan tree in the gentle water town ...
Populus euphratica is the only Populus euphratica standing on the Tarim River, 40 kilometers away from Fiona Fang, which is born across the ridge and is magnificent. When there is no wind, they are motionless in the sun, solemn and detached as meditation, and like root carving-such a huge and mysterious root carving, unique in the world. They watch the changes in the world, watch the sunset and sunrise, and bury their infinite worries in their hearts. Every capital is a poem without words that can stand chewing and thinking!
When the strong wind passes by, their branches tremble, like the roar of golden horses and horses, like the billowing waves. They are screaming, showing the world that a man's heart is heroic, a big splash of ink like a cloud, and a kind of strength and spirit of people who are wearing more and more fancy clothes in the world but it is increasingly difficult to hide their thinness for a long time!
From a distance, they are rough, almost like Van Gogh's sketches of miners and Luo Zhongli's father's wrinkled face. But they are all pale and dignified, vigorous and abrupt, and every tree is like an ancient Greek running towards you with the torch of Mount Olympia.
When you look closer, the bark of each tree has cracked a thick hole, which is the mark of time and the commemoration of sandstorm. Just like a ship returning from an adventure across the ocean, the mast and sail are riddled with holes, and every scar is a medal bearing wind and thunder. The trunk of each tree is twisted, like a wild archer with a strong crossbow, stretching with red copper ribs. The branches of every tree point to the sky like a whirlwind, spewing out like snake letters and swaying green flames.
Such a tree, after vicissitudes of life, feels life. They bury their deepest feelings in their roots, write their firmest beliefs on their branches, and give everything they want to pour out to flying sand and stones, the sun, the moon and the stars. Such a tree will never be the same as a tree watered by a rotating sprinkler in a metropolis, or a tree trimmed and leveled in a luxurious banquet hall, or a tree whose hair has just been cut by a woman.
Trees yearn for water, roads yearn for the distance, and people yearn for tomorrow. Such a tree will always bring people hope. I will cherish and admire this tree forever! I picked some leaves of Populus euphratica and brought them back to Beijing, which my son specially asked me to bring to him. The leaves are small, with many brown spots on them, like rust, narrower, shorter and even more ugly than willow leaves. But my son says there are no such trees in Beijing. No, not in Beijing.