There has always been a complex that I want to take a walk in the birch forest.
If you think about it carefully, maybe the root of this complex lies in both: one is that you have seen too many war films about the Soviet Union and the Chinese Anti-Japanese Union, and remember deeply the pictures of the Soviet Red Army and the Anti-Japanese League, especially those of Katyusha walking through the birch forest, and the lyrics about the birch forest are all youthful and romantic. I feel that snow and birch forest are a beautiful match. One of them lives in the south, although it is nice to be warm and humid in the song and dance of birds and flowers, but after being in this environment for too long, I will feel an inexplicable crisis and slackness, hoping to feel a kind of rough, make life less smooth and delicate, and grow some sober and textured pain and memories in the birch forest.
In the early winter of 2014, this wish came true. Moreover, because I was on a business trip in Shanghai at that time, from the warmth that had hardly turned cool in the south, I suddenly flew to the birch forest around Yanbian, which was warm and cold, delicate and rough, bright and rough because it suddenly became more distinct. The Wu Nong soft language and the northeast blunt loud voice collided violently in my auditory system, and my life became a container of responses from two different cultures, full of surprises.
But I suddenly have a kind of refusal mentality, such a long dream, into the birch forest but such a sudden opportunity to face, just like to meet someone who has been in love for a long time, want to quickly and slowly, want to cherish this beauty. However, I was still looking forward to it. When I came out of the airport, I turned my head and looked out of the window: where is the birch forest?
Changchun Airport to the urban area, there is still a long way to go, the northeast of the early winter, has been a little cold. It was past noon and it was drizzling and foggy. Through the window of the bus, I saw that on both sides of the driveway, there were many trees, many of them pines, and some trees with bare branches. When I looked at the shape, I knew it was not a birch. I knew that the figure of the birch forest was hidden. I have to wait and look.
Went to the Sculpture Park, a lot of trees, but no birch; went to Puyi's pseudo-Manchu palace, there are some cluttered unnamed trees, a lot of branches and leaves, very beautiful, but there is no birch forest. Then I realized that birch forest, even in the northeast, is not everywhere.
It is clean and free, straight and handsome, so it is not suitable to stay in the city.
After taking a tour bus, I left the city the next day to see Changbai Mountain. Lin Hai snow plain, white mountains and black waters are really not blown, like an endless road, in the mountains and forests we desperately chase and run, the roadside many places are vast fields and continuous woods, but there is still little birch forest.
With the gradual uplift of the road, the snow began to be seen by the roadside, and the posture of the birch forest appeared.
They ran shyly out of the woods, probing their heads, flashing out from time to time under the cover of the motorway and the trees in the woods, and then back again. My eyes felt its mischief, so I began to scan it more clearly. As the gate of Changbai Mountain gets closer and closer, there are more and more birch forests, slowly beginning to diffuse the field of vision. The color of the woods also gradually changed from dark color to cheerful white, and the birch forest began to appear in my eyes like the picture in the movie. I began to feel a kind of happiness in my heart, and I heard my companion exclaim: Ah! White birch forest!
I have an uncontrollable smile, a kind of gratitude, excitement and kindness through the eyes, sprinkled on the birch forest, instantly producing a kind of inexplicable happiness. I told myself quietly in my heart: birch forest, I am coming! At the same time, I also seem to be telling birch forest! The whole piece of white, tall forest, slender, sturdy every birch! I'm coming!
The woods slowly began to become pure, and the color became brighter white, like a column made of snow, arranged densely, as if irregular, but with a kind of scattered rules, embellishment and patching in the field of vision. Looking up along the white trunk from the ground, the white pillars stood upright, and when they gradually began to wonder why this height could be so sustained, the branches gradually turned black to break the boundaries of the field of vision. into a slightly radial form that thorns into the sky, diverting the mind into the blue sky.
The world of birch forest, the picture always seems to be three colors: snow, birch forest, blue sky, so pure and persistent.
Get out of the car, companions began to take pictures in front of the gate, a sculpture, an inscription and so on become the background. When I looked, I saw two birch trees lucky enough to be left on the platform of the gate square, and I walked towards them unconsciously. Because of years of waiting, facing abruptly at this moment, my steps became a little stiff and shuddered slightly.
They are so lucky that they are so generous in such a large square in the woods that there are probably many birch trees and their brothers buried under this piece of reinforced concrete. They were cut off by human axes and covered with steel and concrete in the land where their ancestors grew. From then on, there will never be a trace of green life on this land. Far more stubborn than those rocks, and in such a background, they both stayed, expressing their strength like two burning torches in this cement occupied place, as if they were shouting silently and persistently to the sky.
I walked up to them and looked at the birch tree at zero distance for the first time, and my heart beat a little faster. Two birches, is the most typical kind, white bark, from time to time there will be a black scar, in the white background appears so beautiful, birch is actually a congenital interpretation of that kind of black and white. Long tree trunks pointing straight to the sky. My eyes went up the trunk and gradually began to step back. It turned out that the tree was so high that my head had leaned back to the maximum angle, but I still couldn't see the end of it. A few steps back, my neck felt less sore, and I began to look at them all carefully. It has not many branches, this season, there are no leaves, are bare trunks and branches, there is a kind of thin but spiritual feeling. The trunk of the two birch trees in front of me is not very thick. My hand is about four times with my thumb and middle finger, but the whole height is more than 20 meters. The trunk is not twig, white, dotted with some black spots, showing the same characteristics as some works of art. Some black spots, perhaps the bifurcations of the original branches, are like an eye, staring at me quietly on the white canvas, not knowing whether they are welcome, complain, or a Zen expression.
I want to remember them. Like many people, I pulled out my cell phone and I wanted to take pictures. But a comparison, I find it very difficult, if I want to put all their figures into the frame, I have to at least retreat to the edge of the square, but then they will become very small. I was suddenly inspired, I squatted down, to the lowest position, raised my phone to the sky, and photographed them upward. Still very high, I almost changed from squatting to kneeling on one leg. slowly, an exquisite picture appeared in my mobile phone: a straight white line from top to bottom and a white line like a diagonal. meet in a triangular shape at the top of the picture, the whole background is blue, almost as pure as the sea, the colors set off each other, and the composition is so harmonious, simple and profound. The artistic conception is beautiful.
After the button was over, I realized that my photo pose inadvertently completed my attitude towards birch trees. Kneeling on one knee is worship? Respect? Admiration? Making out? I was speechless for a moment, but I was glad to get close to it in this way. This is the most exact tribute to natural life, this kind of cold-resistant life and beautiful life.
Getting up, I walked in again and looked at the black scars like those eyes. I reached out and gently stroked the tree trunk. I spread the palm of my hand, moved my heart into it, and covered the palm of the tree trunk with inexplicable excitement and curiosity. When the palm of my hand touched the bark of the tree, a doubt suddenly arose in my heart. My sense of touch tells me that the bark of the birch is soft and smooth as cloth, soft and moist. In my heart, I suddenly feel that my palm is wrong. In this cold north, in the ice and snow of Changbai Mountain, the blades of wind and snow are cut and forged on the bark of birch trees all the time. How can there be such a gentle and gentle appearance and response? It is a kind of delicate texture like silk yarn, but it can exist so tenaciously on the birch trees in this snow country. I held out my hand, touched it harder, moved it, and told me everywhere that it was true! The bark of birch is really soft! I saw a layer of bark blooming in one place, so I pinched it with my fingers and gently began to tear it. I wanted to see if there was still this softness under the bark. The bark was easy to tear off, and with my fingers it left the trunk. However, it is only a very thin layer, dancing slightly against the wind in my hands. As soon as I fixed my eyes, I found that the layer torn off was actually made of many layers. Layer by layer, very thin, pressed tightly, each layer, but very clear. Soft, thin, white, like a kind of continuous calligraphy paper, feel very comfortable, there is a feeling of touching satin.
At this moment, I was shocked. I have never seen birch with my own eyes before. I don't know that the bark of birch will be so soft, let alone can't believe it has this paper-like layer!
White birch, I thought that the forest of thousands of trees was their most beautiful composition, but I did not expect that every birch tree had such a strange body. Cold, rough, white, black spots, rough, soft, this tree can carry so many opposing and contradictory phenomena and character! It has become an unfathomable secret and a vast image of life. White birch forest, birch tree, I silently uttered the name in my heart, like a call, like a prayer, like a chant.
For a moment, my thoughts were a little dull. White birch, let me in the strange and familiar at the same time, began to be sacred and kind. I told my fellow friends that they were all travelers from the south, so they all touched the birch tree with skeptical eyes, then drew their hands into their winter clothes and said again and again, "really, really!" How can it be soft? As soon as the word was spoken, it turned into a fog and disappeared into the wind passing by the birch tree. Life in the south has no superiority in front of the birch.
Pingting birch, leisurely blue sky, slightly south from the wind, who produced this accurate expression?
The birch forest, lined with birch trees, extends from the foot to the end of the field of vision, to the horizon, to form a beautiful painting. Elegant, clean, elegant, any composition, is a rare scenery.
White birch forest, I was ecstatic, and I finally found the birch forest. It has been a long-cherished wish for many years!
Later, we entered the Changbai Mountain Scenic area and had the privilege of walking in the birch forest during several transfers. Although it is a boardwalk, as long as it is surrounded by tall and tall birch trees, my mood becomes so happy. In the field of vision, there are birch trees everywhere, and my eyes are busy, wandering among the birch trees. Every time a new tree is found, my heart adds excitement and happiness. In this journey, I seem to yearn to become a birch tree, join them, add one pixel to the whole birch forest, and become a brother laughing side by side with them.
I stroked the birch tree by the side of the road several times. I imagined it was a kind of hug and salute to commemorate this kind of fate that came thousands of miles away. The birch trees, all equally silent, waited for the wind in the laughter of the tourists.
For the rest of my journey, I was always excited about the birch forest I met. In the forest park, on the way to Tianchi, there are always birch trees dotted or covered on the undulating mountains on the border between China, Korea and the Soviet Union. Countless treetops flickering outside the window form a wonderful feeling. This kind of birch forest gives me a feeling that I am not afraid of the cold, dedicated to beauty, soft on the outside, plain and simple, better and more relaxed than people, so that all the way is full of poetry.
White birch forest, always let my imagination full of artistic conception, a kind of traditional Chinese painting-like artistic conception, but also a kind of religious respect. This continuous birch forest not only marks the snow plain of Lin Hai, but also creates the ecology and culture of the northeast. Relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, the birch forest has become the life and spiritual hometown of the white mountain and black water. White birch, is the spirit of this black land, the interpretation of countless lives and youth submerged in the wind and snow, the beautiful birch forest is actually a group of figures, poetic this home. From the heroes in the camera, to the camouflage barracks hidden in the woods, to countless villages dotted in the woods, they are all part of the birch forest, with roots connected to each other. White birch forest, stand up is an unyielding soul and backbone, become the eternal scenery of the snow field.
I can look for it, but it is still a pity. Except for the distance of transfer in the scenic spot, that is, on the road of man-made and meticulous construction, I have formally walked into the birch forest. I have never had a chance to really walk into the birch forest that I look forward to. The driver and guide refused this unsolicited request for various reasons, and I had to look out of the window at the birch trees as if to say goodbye, silent. I had to scan the birch forest greedily with my eyes and store it in my heart.
What moved me was the picture of the birch tree I posted on Wechat. Many people liked and commented on it. Only then did I know that I was not the only one who loved birch forest.
There are still people like me who have this birch complex. In the hazy sleepiness brought by the speeding bus, a familiar melody swayed in the carriage: the birch forest engraved the names of the two men, waiting for me to come back to this birch forest!
When I heard the song, I suddenly regretted it: I didn't carve my name on the birch tree! Although no one is waiting, no one is waiting.
On second thought, just wait for me to come back!
Author: Dong Zubin
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