In May, the rain began to fall in the first month of summer in the south, relieving waves of dry heat. Those trees earned green branches and leaves, and suddenly one day a light pink bud appeared on the branches, some neatly arranged, some shyly hidden under the leaves, and all these were seen by people who walked under the tree every day, and there were a few today. I'll see another cluster tomorrow.
The tender green willow branches have completely covered the river bank, and there are clumps of triangular plum bushes trimmed into a semicircle, peach-coloured on the bank. The bushes on both sides of the path have also been trimmed, like a line of private soldiers standing on both sides, and the scattered high and low of those big trees and small trees, making the town more and more green.
The young trees see green day by day and grow year by year, but the situation of the big trees is very different when they are transplanted in from the beginning. Some big trees have survived the difficult transition period, reined in the wild and pulled out branches and sent out buds, but the old trees are a little tender, while the eldest tree has grown twigs and leaves all over. As a kind of transplanting sequelae, the birds are recognized. Stare and then have a foothold on the leaves.
Some gradually withered, no matter how much distressed or reluctant, its bark still slowly lost moisture and split until it was completely detached. "people are afraid of sadness, trees are afraid of peeling." those trees slowly withered, like a heart dying gradually, those withered dreams, are they back to the place where they grow, the water jingling, the squirrels scurrying up and down the mountains, ten years of trees, a hundred years of trees.
Walking along the riverside path, the cut dead wood lay quietly on the grass, the stump could no longer reach the rough trunk, and a clump of yellow chrysanthemums was in full bloom. Bright flowers must grow next to the next big tree, because the tree turns his compassion into dust into the seeds of the flowers, the blossom is the tree, and the tree is the flower, so please don't remove it, it will bloom another dream of reincarnation from the flowers and listen to it in the fungus, and now she will walk by the side, can rest on the stump for a while, and let the long soft hair swing lightly in the wind.
Sitting on the tree trunk, she will look up at the sky. In the early morning of this season, the sky is already bright, but the half moon can still be seen, with that kind of faint transparent memory in mid-air. I don't know whether it is too late to return to the West Mountain. Or the nostalgia for the night, or waiting for another reunion with the sun, wanting to meet those mountains and rivers, the moon and the stars, reunited in an instant. And whether the tree is waiting in a previous life, she will be blurred for a while.
Suddenly, after smelling a wisp of fragrance, she knew that the fragrant flowers had bloomed. She was still used to calling Burmese sweet-scented osmanthus as fragrant flowers, but she was a little surprised. It blossomed in May. She smelled the fragrance and looked for it. But she saw that the branches of green leaves had begun to hide a flower, and the white petals were stained with raindrops. In May, the streets have already begun to sell large white gardenia flowers, the aroma is also striking, but have not seen a string of fragrant flowers to sell, smell fragrance.
The woods in the distant mountains are a little loose, there is a roar, the big trees are coming into the city, the small trees in the mountains are almost growing up, and the fragrance in the woods is about to begin to permeate, such as the fragrance of cicada flowers, honey flowers, plants, and so on. She misses the mountains and forests a little. When she was a child, ah Gong said that when he was young, his family lived in the mountains, and it would take a day to walk to the dam where he now lives. at that time, there were many century-old trees next to the stockade, and leopards and tigers in the mountains often haunted but rarely hurt people, and the two maintained their own range of activities and each took what they needed.
Ah, Gong told you at that time that people were much scarier than animals. at that time, she was too young to understand what she meant. She only heard that there was only one path into the stockade, and only the local people knew that there was such a stockade in the mountain, and the robbers could still go into the mountains to rob things. At that time, there were still people going in to catch the able-bodied men. Ah, Gong said that his ears were tied up and beaten deaf when he ran away with the strong men. Ah, she forgot the dignified look on her face at that time, and now she remembered that she suddenly laughed. The robbers at that time were poorer than the poor, and they went so far as to rob things in the mountains and forests.
You have walked that path into the mountain. When you were in junior high school, your aunt's family lived near Lao Zhaizi. Most of the farmers moved to Bazi, near the paddy field. Only three families in the mountain still lived there, farming the cool paddy fields on the edge of the mountain, raising more than a dozen yellow cattle, raising pigs and chickens very smoothly, and growing the vegetable garden just right.
There are dense forests in front of the house and behind the door. in summer, the forest is full of fungus, carrying a bamboo basket to collect, specially collecting those particularly delicious fungi, generally without looking at them. At that time, the fungus would not be sold in the market, because everyone would go to the woods to pick and eat, only fungus would be picked and dried and sold. At that time, I didn't know what it meant to be comfortable. I loved those mountain forests.
Every holiday in junior high school, she is willing to go to her aunt's house for many days. Although it is a long way, it is cool to walk through the woods. There are many delicious wild fruits by the side of the road. In summer, there will be large clusters of wild grapes, sour sheep chops, and duo. Sweet and sour monkey salt bag fruit, as well as wild mango, mango on the edge of the mountain, there will be patches of olive trees and cherry trees, and the woods on the edge of the mountain will take three or four people to surround. At that time, some people began to cut wood in the mountains to sell, do not know what is wood for the road, but looked at the big tree stump was cut down strange.
Slowly the road leads to the mountains, the big trees are less and less, the clear water is gradually smaller, the bark of the olive tree and all kinds of herbs have been purchased, the whole tree has been dug up, and the cherry trees have entered the city one after another. there is only that small tree and grass sighing in the silence in the mountain, the green olives and red cherries are less, and the big trees that cover the sky have forgotten. Ah, because she can't find the radish leaves that cover the meal. Sitting on the stump and nagging, Ah Gong carried his hoe and looked around the east and west of the river. The child could not touch the fish in the river. He caught a few tadpoles and shook them in the bottle.
Small bridge and flowing water, Lin Shenhuanhong, knowing the sound, walked and thought, those drifting away in the morning, more and more away from the trees, she suddenly felt sweating all over, bursts of dizziness, sighed, picked up a flower, found a cicada, picked up a leaf and slowly went away …...
Author: Cai Lan
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