It was near dusk when my eyes saw these willows.
At that time, the sun was like blood. The water in Jiangxi is clear and the breeze is blowing. After supper, I took a walk by the river. Suddenly, a willow branch crossed my cheek, and then another one, and I looked up. Thousands of willow branches are swaying, like the lens in a 3D movie, and the tide is coming in. Caught off guard, I was submerged in the world of willows.
I remember there used to be several willows here. The tree is very old, old enough to be compared with the ancient banyan tree at the west gate. On windy days, I will watch catkins flying here. Overlooking the Ganjiang River, some poetic memories came faintly from ancient times, and some moist thoughts rose from the branches. Willow branches are people, hanging aside, quietly helping me smooth these feelings, grafting, air drying, condensing into a river of years.
I don't know when so many willows grew on this quiet river bank. Those old willows are still there, and now they have been promoted to generals. Willow is the mother tree. As a general, I still don't forget my charm, and the willow branches are still gentle. When the wind blows and the willow branches dance, you will lose each other. Look carefully, the soil at the roots of these willows is newly cultivated. Obviously, it's been a long time since it was transplanted. A row of adult willows are all along the roadside, and two rows of small willows are planted under the river bank and beside the green belt by the river. The original camphor tree and other broad-leaved trees have disappeared. I don't know if the city planners have consulted the public, but the patronage of these willows is exactly what I want. I think it is in line with the charm of this city.
A city is constantly being renovated. This is a historical law, and no one can stop it. The willow trees in front of us are full of new green. Several sections of the ancient city wall adjacent to Liu have been repaired, and the newly built black and white city wall is neat and bright, full of modern retro atmosphere. The artificial bullet holes in those walls are round, smooth, well-behaved and full of literary flavor. But the history engraved on the city wall, like the name of the city, will never change.
I don't know where the hometown of these willows is, but I only see willow branches swaying and catkins flying all the way. Heavy and sharp machinery has built bridges, roads and buildings, constantly expanding and improving the city. It never occurred to me that people living here need to look for cultural latitude and longitude and spiritual home from these distant visitors and the softness of these willows.
These willows were shipped from far away and settled in other places, and their fate was completely arranged by God. It's just that these willows didn't expect that they would take on important responsibilities in the pattern of a city. Willow transplanting, absorbing nutrients, pulling out new leaves, following the laws of nature and growing safely seem to have nothing to do with what happened in the cities around us. It is this silence that exudes great gravity and leads people from one city to another highland.
When I see willows, I always think of women. Nature is a refreshing Jiangnan woman with little rouge on her body. Not all of them. A woman who meets Liu's characteristics needs more elegance and virtue, but she can't be less bookish. And the city around you, as long as you look at this mighty wall, you can smell a strong masculinity. The magic of the creator is that the noise and hubbub disturbed the city a little impetuous, and the hand of God immediately threw out a red line, which attracted Wan Li and made these Liu Chunxin germinate and marry far away. Some willows, a city, destiny takes a hand.
Chasing a flower
Of all the flowers, she is probably the most common one. At the beginning, it was planted in the ground by its owner in a large area, and no one even expected it, but he cared that there would be such a flowering period. The fundamental significance of people's expectation for these seeds lies in the harvest and the oil wrapped in small and round black seeds. For a long time, this has covered almost all the connotations of people planting this crop.
You guessed it, this simple flower has a sweet name covered with mud-rape flower. As soon as you listen, you will know that this is not a flower in the strict sense, but just a dish. The purpose of growing up is to serve directly. However, we can't avoid her beauty. Passing through Shan Ye, whether walking, driving, or even flying, it's amazing to look up and bend over. Large golden colors and layers of wavy flowers are enough. Rapeseed has a strong gas field, which destroys the visual defense line and makes you hard to prevent. She usually comes at an unexpected moment, for example, in a long-distance driving, just when you are tired of bypassing a barren hill or deep in a dense forest, your eyes suddenly become clear. Your eyes entered a wide and flat field, and at the same time, wild rape flowers poured down from the edge of the sky like out-of-control pigments. It was pure yellow, dazzling yellow, suffocating yellow, without a trace of noise. A flower affair without an appointment suddenly caught your eye, and the previous fatigue and exhaustion vanished in an instant.
Like many flowers, rape blossoms in spring. It is different from some other flowers. Many other flowers, when they open, cause the audience to fidget. After the flowers fade, they retire, silently announcing the end of life, and there is no trace. Rape flowers are not entirely the same. She quietly opens and closes, regardless of people's eyes. This kind of flower is in full bloom, originally not to attract people's attention. Her growth trajectory is completely in accordance with the wishes of farming. The difference is that she only chooses to grow in cold winter, open in spring and close in summer. Many crops choose to germinate in spring, and even rice, which occupies a dominant position in the agricultural empire, follows the law of spring sowing and autumn harvest, which is repeated and unchanged. Only rape flowers, dormant in late winter and blooming in warm spring, bring endless joy to people and more benefits to the world.
People trapped in the city are often overjoyed when they meet rape flowers. Anxious city dwellers don't remember the vast and fresh fields in the outer suburbs, or the rape blossoms in Yuan Ye. Occasionally, when I pass by on a business trip, when I see rape flowers, the flowering period will pass. As a result, lazy people often chase rape flowers in the missed season. In the past two years, it has been said that the rape flowers in Wuyuan are beautiful, with a strong ancient village charm and pastoral characteristics. When spring comes, people flock to Wuyuan to see rape blossoms. Because of the long distance, I have no impulse to go to Wuyuan to chase flowers, because I know that there are also a large area of rape flowers around my town. As long as I like, I can see the beautiful rape flowers and smell the rich rape flowers throughout the flowering period.
In spring, I will definitely take my daughter to the countryside to see rape flowers on a weekend. I told my daughter that there are flowers in my heart, and flowers are always there. In the bright rape season, we chase all the way, but we don't need to travel far.
Mixed Money Tea Panzhou
The moment I saw Chapanzhou, my heart became soft as a ball of cotton. I even think that this oasis must have waited for me for a long time. Why else is the sky so blue and dazzling? Why the water in the Shu River is so green, like a piece of jade embedded in the jungle; You see, there are still large tracts of rape flowers on the way, smiling at us happily.
Chapanzhou, in such a sunny spring, is waiting for me there gracefully. Just one look, I was drunk, drunk in the arms of a tea boat, and suddenly dreamed.
A bridge welcomed me into the gate of Chapanzhou. A long and quiet stone road took me to a fairyland. I tread lightly for fear of disturbing this deep place. The bamboo forests in front of us are fresh and clean, one by one, rising from the ground and going straight into the sky. This Zhong Zhulin, dense but not chaotic, is patchy and connected piece by piece, just like holding up an umbrella. Rain can block water, sunny can shade the sun, and drinking and singing is an excellent choice. Imagine going back in time and going back to the late Wei and Jin Dynasties. Ruan Ji and Ji Kang and their party were destined to travel here, and they would be delighted and linger for a long time.
Passing through the bamboo forest, you are greeted by towering ancient nan. In my impression, Nanmu is the supreme tree, which is not only rare and precious, but also expensive, elegant and dignified, and is a gentleman among trees. This kind of tree will never be careless about its shelter. Chapanzhou is surrounded by water on three sides, with fertile land and fresh air, which is really an excellent place for self-cultivation. Nanmu was born in this oasis, and it grows luxuriantly, even in groups, which is a wonder. There is also a thousand-year-old ancient nan in the village, which has become the treasure of the town. According to legend, in the Qing Dynasty, a county magistrate sent people to cut down this nanmu, and more than 0/00 local villagers of He ethnic group heard the news and rushed to surround Nanmu tightly and lay down their lives for each other. This ancient nan was finally preserved. Since then, the weather in Chapanzhou has been good every year, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Even if the Shuhe River is in trouble, Chapanzhou has never been flooded. This tree became the talisman of Chapanzhou.
The legendary plot attracted me to this ancient south. The silent ancient trees have a strong aura, which makes us tourists who come here sincerely admire. The trunk of that tree is so thick that it takes six or seven people to hold it together. Different from other ancient trees, this nanmu tree tells us that, besides its stout shape, it also has extraordinary annual rings, and its growth posture and tree texture are still so young. The tree is complete, the branches are full, the texture is clear, and the whole body is almost flawless. It is so well protected that it even makes people jealous. Standing under the huge canopy, your heart is instantly surrendered by an invisible force. A feeling of worship and admiration arises spontaneously. You can't help sighing that people are so small in front of the magical nature.
Such an oasis can't help but remind people of the paradise described by Tao Yuanming. In ancient times, Taoyuan Wonderland was just a poet's pillow. When he woke up, the scenery was gone, leaving a cavity of regret. Tao Yuanming's near-re-embodiment, if he sees Chapanzhou, he will be excited and pleasantly surprised. Tao Yuanming wrote a masterpiece through the ages, but left a lifelong regret, because he could never find that haunting paradise. The villagers living in Chapanzhou are very happy. They live in their own paradise and are happy for generations.
When I left Chapanzhou, I was full of sadness and looked back step by step, such as saying goodbye to my beloved. The car circled on the mountain road, and Chapanzhou finally disappeared at the end of sight. Farewell, Chapanzhou! I will definitely come back to see you.
A city of trees
I'm sure I was cheated by a tree.
It has stood quietly in the south of this city for hundreds of years. The Ganjiang River at the foot is longer than time. This tree, since its birth, has been given the responsibility to protect a city. For example, the appointed minister of border defense. However, this kind of protection has been maintained for hundreds of years.
When I saw this tree, the huge branches and dense green leaves had covered all the dust in the world. It looks peaceful, stretches its posture and grows into what it wants. Clean Jiang Yan Road, from far to near, meanders through the Woods with unhurriedly open arms. The modern civilization and classical beauty of the town blend harmoniously here. The black asphalt pavement along the river, the blue bricks and green tiles of the ancient city wall, and the clear water and blue waves of the Ganjiang River, all of which finally meet a tree and reach the depths of the soul from a visual point of view, condensing into the ultimate beauty.
This is a banyan tree. For this tree species, there is a saying that "banyan trees are unlucky". According to the growth habit of banyan, there is no such tree in northern Ji 'an. This ancient banyan tree, standing on the banks of the Ganjiang River, was originally a wonder. According to historical research, there is a big banyan tree in Ji 'an city, which is100km away, and it crosses the land of Luling. This ancient banyan tree may never find a companion again. Even so, I can't read its loneliness. Looking from a distance, leaning against the wall, the crown of the tree is like a cover, and the branches sticking out are bent down. Its eyes seem to have never left the land under its feet and the city for a moment, so focused and focused. For this ancient banyan tree, guarding a city is enough. Therefore, such persistence has retained the changeable situation, the vicissitudes of time and the heavy history.
When I pass by this city in my spare time, I always feel that the city center is crowded, busy, noisy and complicated. So I took the road by the river. The journey was quiet and smooth. Needless to say, you can still see the tree. In the morning with plenty of time, or in the evening, when walking under the banyan tree, I will stop and sit quietly for a while. Immersed under the tree, you can deeply feel the momentum of the ancient banyan tree covering the sky. The branches and leaves are layered and opaque, and it takes seven or eight people to hold the trunk. Huge trees are full of aura, but they never threaten solemnity. Standing in the shade, there is no oppression. Looking into the distance against the railing, Jiangxi water flows slowly, and the water waves glow with crystal white light. Looking up a little, you can see the upstream hydropower dam lying on both sides, like a sleeping cow. Tilting his head, the downstream Ganjiang Bridge lightly crosses the river, and cars climb over the bridge deck like lovely beetles one after another.
The tree looked at all this quietly, with gentle and deep light in its eyes. It looks at the city below and looks safe. This tree is too familiar with the smell of the surrounding Ganjiang River. It grew up smelling the wet and salty taste of Jiangxi water. Above the blue waves, there is the fragrance of ancient poetry. Those powerful poems, wrapped in talent and heroism, tread the waves, cross the riverbed of the years, settle down in this pearl-like city, and breed brilliant brilliance.
The time goes back to the late 1980s. As a primary school student, I entered the county for the first time because I participated in a municipal Chinese competition. This city, which has appeared in my dreams for countless times, has brought me infinite novelty. Wide streets, colorful shops and exotic snacks floating on street stalls have opened my eyes to me from a small mountain village. After the game, I visited the city in the sunset. Suddenly, I bumped into this old tree. The branches are vigorous, and the crown leaves are thick green as ink, as if they have the magic power to capture people's hearts and souls, and they have captured my soul at once.
I've been thinking about this tree ever since. I believe this is the soul of a city. Many years later, I traveled all over the country because of studying, but I couldn't get rid of my inner attachment to a tree. On a moonlit night, I read Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Dingding Ocean" and read that "the beach is afraid of words, and the Dingding Ocean is sighing", so I remembered the ancient banyan trees along the Jiangxi River; Read Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man. Book Jiangxi builds a wall ",I read" Castle Peak can't cover it, after all, it flows east. " I also think of the lonely ancient banyan tree in the wind and rain. Time just took a nap and was awakened by a gentle wind. With a flick of a finger, everything has changed, the old tree remains the same, and those people and poems have crossed the Millennium in an instant.
I am attached to a tree, and I can't help it. I made my home in this city, living by the water and facing the trees. Pushing open the window, the water in Jiangxi is like a song, the waves are lapping on the shore, several boats are swinging on the water, and several cormorants draw a beautiful arc in the morning light. Not far away, people are reading, walking, playing games, playing chess, dancing, taking photos, playing Tai Chi, or doing nothing, just sitting quietly on the steps or lawn in the sun and blowing the wind. The ancient banyan tree guards all this peacefully, like a kind mother, guarding her children.
After dinner, I like to walk alone along the road by the river, along the city wall, and I meet the ancient banyan tree when I walk. Standing under the tree, I meditated for a long time, like a classic story, which came to my mind like this: for a long time, a tree fell from the sky, stretched out its arm and embraced a city in its arms with gentle hugs.