Daily | Node of Time

When I got home from get off work and saw the emerald green eyes, I couldn't help but stop downstairs and took a picture of the fig tree. The branches of the fig tree are bearing fruit, like a string of green necklaces, linked together into cute look.

Since living here, the fig tree downstairs has become a symbol of time. Seeing it sprout every March, the original gray-brown is bare and branches, with the abundant rain in the spring, it will take a few days for a piece of The stretched leaves , inadvertently, are so arrogant and overwhelming, each leaf is bigger than the palm of my hand. The color also gradually evolved from a light green at first to an indissoluble green.

Inadvertently, one after another, figs, I don't know when it started, quietly adorned the branches like a sprite.

has never seen it blooming , so I am also very curious, thinking that it must be due to people's carelessness and missed the blooming season of figs. So every year when the leaves of figs start to soar, I start to pay attention to it, to see if it has a little flower letter, telling me that the flowers have come, but it may be too short, like Epiphyllum A flash, has been ignored by us. After all, it was in vain, not even a trace was seen.

According to the information, the reason why figs are called figs is not because they do not bloom, but because their flowers bloom in the fruit, so we will never see them bloom. I was even more puzzled in my heart, how do the flowers hidden in the fruit pollinate? Reminds me of the song " flower heart " by Zhou Huajian of : "The heart of the flower is hidden in the stamen, and the flowering period is missed." Here it should be replaced with "the heart of the flower, hidden in the fruit, empty Missed the blooming season."

I don't know who planted this tree. When this tree was first built, no one lived on the first floor, but now some people move in, obviously they are not the owners of this tree.

These fruits will be in the near future Grow up and mature, from green to light purple red . Once it turns light purple, it is also the time when these fruits slowly diminish. The tree has no owner, and the fruit will naturally be ignored, and no one will come to declare it. Sovereignty, in the end, the fruit doesn't know whose hands it falls into, and whose temple it has five internal organs? They come and go quietly.

Until one day, the frost came, the leaves fell quietly, and there were still a few trees left. The ungrown fruit hangs alone on the branches, swaying in the wind of autumn and winter, they did not catch up with the good times, they came too late, missed the season, they will never mature again in this life, and they will always be rained in the cold winter. The wind blew away, until the whole tree finally regained its bare forehead, once again proclaiming that one year has become the past. Topics. During the morning break, the math teacher sent me a link to the college entrance examination composition. He didn’t know. There are dozens of topics about college entrance examination composition in the public account I follow. This year, Jiangsu College Entrance Examination Language and Numbers has already activated the national unified exam, so don't read it.

In the morning, a student who graduated last year came to see me. My child is in the first year of high school. The holiday has finally come true. I still clearly remember that on the last day before they left school last year, her mother drove to pick her up. She stood at the door of the classroom , stumbling in her footsteps. He refused to leave for a long time, with tears in his eyes.Her mother said you couldn't bear Teacher Ni, didn't you? I hugged her and she left reluctantly. A year later, come back today and hug her again, which is already a lot higher than last year. High school students are different from junior high school students.

The node of time, just so little by little, on the fig tree downstairs, in the college entrance examination year after year, and also on the children I send away year after year. We ourselves are slowly losing our heads in such time nodes. Yuan Mei borrowed Zhao Yanxue's poem in " Suiyuan Poetry Talks " "beautiful people have been like famous generals since ancient times, and white-headed is not allowed to be seen in the world."