Wild cotton, also called autumn peony, breaks the bowl of flowers
In autumn, the flowers and grasses in the mountains are still blooming in red and pink powder, not losing the spring flowers, they are messy, or ting, in life Sing and sing in infinite freedom. Among them, there is a wild flower that is particularly eye-catching. It has a beautiful appearance, a graceful figure, a water-red color, and the flower is large and delicate, and the color is pleasant and eye-catching. Its flower leaves are green on the front, but white on the back, with a thick texture of cotton. It is plain and beautiful wild cotton.
Wild cotton is probably the first wild flower I know in my life.
At that time, my parents were working in the work section of the forest industry unit and living conditions were relatively poor, but they lived in the embrace of unfettered nature. At that time, I didn't know that this kind of inborn closeness with nature would accompany me for most of my life, even throughout my entire life course.
Here is a simple insertion of some common sense of the establishment of forestry forestry units: the forestry bureau takes the bureau as a unit, and subordinates various forest farms, and the subordinates of the forest farm are the sections. To put it bluntly, the section is the most basic organization of the forest farm, and the forestry work is the most difficult. The first line. The first line of work is to move to deep mountains and old forests all year round, harvest logs with the most primitive axes, saws and other tools, and then divide the logs into sections and transport them out of the mountain by driftwood or cable car. It is the duty of forestry workers to supply a steady stream of timber to support the construction of the country.
Of course, the forest industry unit is not blindly cutting. After logging, it is followed by the forest camp team, which is mainly responsible for replanting the bald mountains with seedlings to make the mountains green again. Forestry workers are a large number of ordinary and great people after the founding of the People's Republic of China. This kind of work is extremely dangerous, and there are many disability deaths every year. In the Liberation Society, the head and brain of the Forest Industry Bureau were all qualified and old Red Army. The work of logging, gathering and transporting wood is undoubtedly like fighting. Supporting the construction of the country requires selfless and fearless dedication and dedication of youth. Descendants.
I remember that there was no kindergarten at that time,There is not even the minimum logistical support for nurseries. Our group of young forestry children are either loosely stocked, or they may be locked up at home by the adults. The brothers and sisters grow up savagely among the older ones, one by one. It is estimated that I was only 3 or 4 years old at that time, and I could only recognize a few plants in my ignorance: wild foam, wild cotton, gray ash , gastrodia elata seedlings, walnuts and so on.
At that time, the mountains were still in a primitive state to be developed. There were many wild animals in the mountains, such as old bears, wild boars, monkeys, and occasionally pandas. Needless to say, there are many wild Gastrodia on the mountains and beams of the work section. Father often digs some back into the steamer during the break and airs it, or washes the fresh Gastrodia elata and stews it directly to his mother and we eat. Gastrodia grows a relatively thick, smooth and leafless single seedling, which is very special, so it is easy to get to know it at an early age. Grey ash is a wild vegetable that is occasionally served on the wooden table. There are many around the work shed. I went to pick it with my mother and sister, and I wrote it down naturally. The wild foam is a natural snack gifted by nature in the deep mountains. About, no child can resist their powerful temptation, and walking dolls will eat several times a day when the berries are ripe, not only because of gluttony, I was really hungry because I was hungry.
Unlike wild cotton, I wrote it down only because of its beautiful appearance. The pink and white petals attracted us to chase picking. That was also the earliest aesthetic enlightenment that nature gave me. , I couldn’t help falling in love with them. It’s weird to think about it, as if at that time the code of loving nature for a lifetime was engraved, and this love has not been washed out indifferently due to the rapid development of the times, on the contrary, it has become more intense with the superimposition of the years.
When I was young, I had no idea about the alternation of the seasons. I knew it was hot, the flowers bloomed, and then the flowers faded. One day I accidentally found wild cotton on the high and low flower stems gradually hanging white flocks. , My mother told me, that is the wild cotton mature.
At first, mature wild cotton was like a boll .Then gradually burst open, revealing the earthy white silky silk inside. The fresh cotton boll has a circle of raised dots on the outer layer, and the silky silk inside is very silky because the moisture is still wet. They become temporary "toys" that we can play with and discard.
In that era when materials were extremely scarce, food coupons were required for meals, cloth coupons for sewing, and oil, sugar, or even milk powder. The corresponding tickets or certification procedures were required. Besides, there were many children at that time. There were old people at the top and young people at the bottom. Parents had low wages and heavy burdens and they couldn’t rely on buying anything. "Three years for the new, three years for the old, and three years for sewing and mending." A normal portrayal of saving and housekeeping. Therefore, the practical value of wild cotton is cherished by the adults. Although it has short lint, it can be filled with pillows and dried in the sun. It is simple and practical. Adults are usually busy with work and housework, and they also participate in political criticism meetings in three days. They really don’t have much free time to pick wild cotton. So the children pick up some wild cotton and go back every day. The amount of pillows eventually became our little soft cotton pillows.
That should be a long time ago, and I still remember that there are beautiful wild cotton growing by the cable car transporting logs in the forest. The sun is shining obliquely on the blooming petals. It looks good. My mother took my little hand and returned to the work section from the forest farm. Suddenly heard the dull and harsh metal rubbing sound from the railroad tracks. From a distance, I saw the cable car full of logs come down, and it was sliding faster and faster. , Almost out of control, my mother pulled me hard, running back several steps, in an instant, our mother and daughter saw the heavy cable car flying out of the rails at the same time. "Bumped!" Mom said, very dangerous. My little heart is pounding, looking at the overturned wooden cart and the broken steel rope, and then looking back at the wild cotton, as if it has been labeled as dangerous and beautiful since then, but it makes the young I can't forget about it.
After many years of work, I went back to the second section, and once again saw the wild cotton full of valleys and valleys. At that time there were no railroad tracks, no cable cars, only plantations and small saplings planted by forest workers.My sister and I excitedly ran to the mountains and charged the snowy and shining wild cotton, until we turned us into fluffy people, and finally harvested two big bags full of wild cotton, and made pillows to accompany us to sleep at night. Later, they followed me in the south and the north, and the Sun University took it out to expose it, and was reluctant to throw it away. It was not only filled with wild cotton, but also full of memories.
And where we work today, the cushions and pillows are all made of wild cotton by my comrades-in-arms and best friend. Whether we seem to pay attention or not, wild cotton is always with us in our lives. Come to think of it, it can be used for several years, thanks to the sunny and dry and windy climate in the mountains, it allows them to maintain a consistent quality, warming our wandering years.
In fact, wild cotton has many names, wild cotton, broken bowl flower, autumn peony, corner seven, clear water gall, and a claw.
But our simplest and most straightforward habit is to call it wild cotton, which is also its popular name.
And autumn peony is undoubtedly a name that praises it, and it is really worthy of the name, but the flowering season of wild cotton is not limited to autumn, from summer to autumn, it is easy to see their pretty appearance.
I prefer this plant that I have known since I was a child. I not only love its beautiful flower shape and round buds, but also the cotton bolls that gradually mature after withering. When the wind blows, it is fluffy, white, ready-made cotton.
The love of the local villagers seems to be more advanced. Sometimes they will go to pick some wild cotton and go back and play pot helmets in the gray surface. It’s just that I’m limited to hearing about that kind of food, and I haven’t even had a chance to try it once.
The scenery in the mountains is quiet but also wild. On a sunny day, it is as good as a sunny day. The blue sky is lined with blossoming petals, which is very eye-catching; and when you look at them on a rainy and foggy day, they don’t have the attitude of fairy grass. Can be described as well deserved.
and break the name of the bowl flower,It is realistic. The flower shape that has just bloomed and arched is really like a beautiful pink bowl. The boundary between the petals and the texture of the petals are just like scars. The "bowl is broken", but it does not affect the aesthetics of viewing, but more Show three-dimensional. This kind of "breaking the bowl" is just a humorous and memorable metaphor from the folks. Think about . There are really several kinds of . Don't miss the porcelain-like appearance of youth and youth.
The youth is perishable, but it is the day when it grows into a boll. It is just that the ripe manner and the impending decisiveness are suddenly sad.
So I wrote a poem for it by Xing Xing:
"Peony Singing in Autumn·Wild Cotton"
The peony has been in the autumn,
the field and the tingling rhyme leisurely;
The peach blossoms in the future,
Silky Write freely!
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