Essay: Live like a tree
article: Jingyin
Due to the impact of the epidemic, he cannot go far away. On weekends, get close to those trees with your kids.
The Hetao Plain where we live has a mid-temperature continental monsoon climate, with sufficient light, but the planting period is short. At this time, the plants and trees withered, and most of the crops in the fields have been harvested. There is bare soil everywhere, which inevitably looks desolate.
But what is gratifying is that those trees begin to show their unique charm. They either face each other or are surrounded by forests, or are guarded on both sides of the road, or are scattered everywhere. The autumn wind waved the brushes and stained them again and again. The leaves turned red or yellow little by little. Under the baptism of time, they transformed into rich and affectionate colors, adding a different kind of vitality to the autumn land.
In the past, due to drought, there were more saline-alkali land, and the varieties of trees here were relatively single. The most common ones were poplar, willow, sand jujube trees and other species that were easy to live and solid. In recent years, with the improvement of soil, the ecology has gradually improved, and many trees that have never been seen have been introduced. With the irrigation and nourishment of the Yellow River water, the varieties of trees are becoming more and more abundant. The trees that were previously only seen in the south have also begun to settle down in the Hetao Plain.
The clumps of pine trees at the entrance of the small town have been introduced for some time and look as tall as ordinary bungalows. In spring and summer, they are not eye-catching, but are just a foil of various flowers in the flower bed, and people rarely notice them. But at this time, when the surrounding flowers and plants withered and yellowed, they still stood tall, holding up green canopies, watching the coming and going of cars like soldiers, becoming a beautiful landscape.
However, most trees are no longer pure green, just like older people, gradually getting stained with wind and frost. Willows and poplars were planted on both sides of the main street of the small town before, and white flosses were flying all over the street in spring. That year the government made a major change, and replaced it with the relatively low and shaped ash tree of today. At this time, the leaves of these ash trees had all turned yellow, and each ash tree with different shapes had become a large orange umbrella, covering both sides of the road. From a distance, the continuous ups and downs of tree crowns meandered in the small city like yellow clouds. It was a yellow that absorbed the summer sunshine, pure and brilliant, filled with a halo of oily, decorating the small city with another style.
The golden leaf elm inside the unit wall is limited and it is late due to limited lighting. It is just covered with yellow leaves on the outside, and it is still green inside after being lifted. The plants standing at the door were trimmed like fat mushrooms, with yellow in green, and the more yellow leaves the sun is, the more yellow leaves are, you can clearly see the dividing line formed by the different projections of sunlight. There are also some trees with green and red, such as torch trees that can be seen everywhere. They have long and narrow leaves that are evenly arranged like comb teeth and a variety of fruit sequences like torches. As the weather gets colder, the originally green leaves become redder and redder, soaked in the sun and shine with oil. The bright red fruit order in summer is now red and even black.
The pink tree in the Botanical Garden attracted my attention. It is short and the leaves on its body have turned pink, which is not gorgeous, with a touch of whiteness in the pink, but it is this touch of whiteness that makes the leaves look light and transparent, and they remind me of the washed pink skirt. The old man next to me told me that this is the elm-leaf plum. I widened my eyes again, a little unbelievable. If the tree has gender, I guess she must be a passionate woman. In spring, she can't wait to embellish the flowers all over her body, bringing her plumpness and beauty to the extreme, attracting a large number of bees and butterflies to surround her. At this time, I quietly changed into a thin and unique skirt, dancing wildly to follow the autumn wind.
Following the direction of my son's finger, I saw the unique apricot tree. It is different because it is taller than the surrounding trees, as tall as a two-story building. It seems that the trees are a little old.Its leaves are divided into multiple levels from bottom to top, which is more delicate and complex than other trees. The bottom is green onion, slightly upward, yellow and green. When it comes to the middle part, the leaves obviously become rich. One leaf is distributed in two colors at the same time. The rich yellow and dazzling red are intertwined, surging with the wind, like clusters of flames. The son said that this was a burning tree. I smiled and nodded. It was late autumn. I guess this tree was going to be charming again before the north wind came.
Of course, there are some trees that are impatient and lose all their hair early. For example, the poplar trees around the corner were dressed in military uniforms a few days ago and were full of lush crowns, which looked cold and majestic, but at this time only bare branches were left dancing in the wind. However, these branches that are reduced in batches are simple, straightforward, vigorous and sparse, bringing another visual impact and forming a complementary beauty with those charming trees.
These trees stand in the depths of autumn light and quietly witness the world. A woman in a red windbreaker was playing under the tree with her child. A sanitation worker, waving a large broom, sweeping the falling leaves. A few children riding a racing car were chirping by the tree, scattering laughter all over the ground. Compared with the vigorous spring and the lush summer, the beauty of autumn is quiet and intriguing. The autumn sunshine is neither dry nor strong, and it gently covers my body through the treetops. I close my eyes comfortably and let the leaves hit me gently from time to time. After experiencing the impermanence of the world, being used to the warmth and coldness of human feelings, I became more and more obsessed with this ordinary moment that is full of fireworks.
When I was young, I was too sensitive. A leaf fell and an autumn rain filled me. I would be inexplicably sad, and this emotion was earth-shaking. Now, when you reach middle age, you understand the principle that life and death are the same. Life and death are the same as one. All things have their own internal laws. A leaf rushes to the earth. Isn’t it its journey of return? How do you know it is sad or joy? The so-called sadness is just about human self-imagination and self-seeking troubles. The trees in autumn face the withering and prosperity calmly, do not compete with time, and do not have disputes with the outside world.
Yu Minhong once said that as long as you have the seeds of a tree, even if you are stepped into the middle of the soil, you can still absorb the nutrients of the soil and grow up by yourself. Living is a beautiful scenery, and dead is still a pillar of the world. In this regard, Lao Tzu also revealed: Who can be turbid and quiet and calm, and who can be eased and clear with moving slowly. Stop flowing like turbid water, and slowly become clear after quieting down, keeping quiet for a long time like plants and trees, but it is full of vitality.
In silent days, we must grow like a tree, with a quiet surface, but always contain infinite vitality. No matter how the seasons change, we will not lose our inner calmness and calmness.
Heart is like a plant and tree, and it is born towards the sun. Jingyin, a woman in a commoner who likes to walk between the countryside and the writing. Thank you for your attention and reading.
#Inner Mongolia headlines# #Prose#
