Think carefully, perhaps the root of this complex lies in the two: one of the Soviet Union and the Chinese Resistance to the war film to see more, the Soviet Red Army, the Resistance to the inside of the aspirants, especially those who are "Katyusha" through the birch forest picture memory, very beautiful, very clean, and the lyrics about the birch forest, all youth and romance, think the snow, the birch forest is a perfect match; one of his own life in the south, although the snow, the birch forest is a perfect match; one of his own life in the south, although the snow, the birch forest is a perfect match. and romantic, think the snow, birch forest is a beautiful match; one of their own life in the south, although the birds and flowers singing and dancing warm and moist is certainly very beautiful, but in this environment for too long, will feel a kind of inexplicable crisis and slack, I hope to feel a kind of sharpening, will become less smooth and delicate life, can be in the birch forest area to grow up with some sober and with the texture of the pain and memories.
In the early winter of 2014, this wish was realized. And, also because at that time I was on a business trip to Shanghai, from the warmth of the South China has hardly turned cold, all of a sudden flew to the birch forest around Yanbian, that warmth and cold, delicate and rough, shiny and rough all of a sudden because suddenly become more distinct. Wu Nong soft language and the northeast blunt big voice in my auditory system to form a violent collision, my life then became a container of two different cultural reactions, surprise after surprise.
I suddenly developed a kind of refusal, so long dreamed of going into the birch forest - but such a sudden opportunity to face, like a long-time crush to meet, and want to quickly and slowly, want to treasure the beauty. However, still very much looking forward to, from the airport, I twisted my head to look out the window: where is the birch forest?
Changchun airport to the city, there is a long distance, the northeast of the early winter, has been very some cold. Time has passed noon, light rain and fog, I see through the bus window, see both sides of the road, a lot of woods, a lot of pine, there are some branches of light trees, a look at the shape, I know is not a birch, I understand that the figure of the birch forest is hidden, I have to wait and look for.
Went to the Sculpture Park, a lot of trees, but, no birch; went to Puyi's pseudo-Manchu Palace, there are some messy called the name of the tree, the branches of the leaves are quite a lot of beautiful, but there is no birch forest. At this time I realized that the birch forest, even in the northeast, is not everywhere.
Its clean and free, upright and elegant, not suitable for staying in the city.
In a tourist bus, the next day out of the city, to see the Changbai Mountain. The forest and snowy plains, white mountains and black water is really not blowing, it's like a road without end, in the mountains and forests we desperately chase and run, many places along the roadside are vast fields and stretches of woods, but still few birch forests.
With the gradual elevation of the highway, the roadside slowly began to see the snow, birch forests appeared.
They run out from the forest shyly like some of the first, probing, in the high speed of the car and the cover of the forest between the trees, from time to time flashed out, and immediately flashed back. My eyes felt it this mischievous, so, began to more clearly "scanning". As we get closer and closer to the gate of Changbaishan Scenic Area, there are more and more birch forests, which slowly begin to fill the field of vision. The color of the forest is also from the dark color gradually turned into a cheerful white, birch forest began to appear in my eyes like the picture in the movie, my heart began to surge a kind of happiness, I heard a companion exclaimed: ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
I had a kind of smile that I couldn't restrain, and there was a kind of gratitude, excitement and affection through the eyes, sprinkled to the birch forest, which instantly produced a kind of inexplicable happiness. I told myself quietly in my heart: birch forest, I came! At the same time, I also seem to be telling the birch forest! The whole of that white, tall forest, slender, robust every birch tree! I'm coming!
The woods slowly began to become purer, the color becoming a brighter white, like a column shaped by snow, densely arranged, like no rules, but with a kind of staggered rules, embellishing and replenishing the view. From the ground up along the white trunks, a white pillar vertical, just as gradually began to wonder how this height can be so sustained, fading into black branches to break the boundaries of the vision into a slightly radiating form stabbing into the sky, dispersing the thought to the blue blue sky.
The world of birch forest, the picture seems to have been three colors: white snow, birch forest, blue sky, blue 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 have become the background. I looked around, but saw the lucky to stay in the gate square platform of the two birch trees, my feet unconsciously towards them. Because of the years of waiting, in this moment of sudden confrontation, my footsteps become a little constrained, slightly trembling.
They are too lucky, between the forest is very generous secluded in such a large square, it is estimated that in this reinforced concrete soil, buried a lot of birches, their brothers. They have grown in this land of their ancestors by human axe chopped off, covered by reinforced concrete, from now on, this land will never have a trace of green life emerging, far more stubborn than those rocks - and it is in this context they two actually stayed in this piece of concrete dominated the place like a two burning
The green life is far more stubborn than the rocks - and it is in this context that they both remain, like two burning torches in this concrete-overrun place, expressing strength, and like a silent and persistent cry to the sky.
I walked to the front of them, the first zero distance to measure the birch tree, heartbeat actually some slightly accelerated. The two birches, is the most typical kind, white bark, from time to time there will be a black scar, in the white background color looks so beautiful, the birches actually innate interpretation of the kind of "black and white". The tree trunk is very long, pointing straight up to the sky. My eyes followed the trunk upward, and gradually began to step backward. It turned out that the tree was so tall that I had tilted my head back as far as it would go, but I still couldn't see the end of it. After a few steps back, my neck felt less sore, and I began to look closely at all of them. It doesn't have many branches, and at this time of the year, there are no more leaves, it's all bare trunk and branches, which gives it a lean but spiritual look. In front of these two birches, the trunk is not very thick, my hand spread with the thumb and middle finger card amount is about four, but the whole height is more than twenty meters, the trunk is not branching not trailing, white, dotted with some black speckles, showing some of the same quality as the work of art. Some black spots, perhaps the original branches of the bifurcation point, like an eye, in the white canvas quietly watching me, I do not know whether to welcome, or complain, or a Zen-style expression.
I want to remember them, I pulled out my cell phone like many people, I want to take a picture. But when I compared them, I found it very difficult. If I wanted to include all of them in the frame, I would have to at least step back to the edge of the square, but then, they would be very tiny as well. Suddenly inspired, I crouched down, low enough that I couldn't get any lower, and raised my cell phone to the sky, shooting them upwards. Still very high, I went from a crouch almost to a one-legged kneeling position, and slowly a beautiful, beautiful painting appeared in my phone: a straight white line from top to bottom and a diagonal-like white line in a triangular shape met at the top of the picture, and the whole background, a blue, almost sea-like, solid-colored sky, with the colors all against each other, and the composition so harmonious, simple, and deep, the mood was beautiful. The mood is very beautiful.
After the end of the button, I realized that my photo pose, inadvertently completed my attitude towards the birch tree. Kneeling down on one knee, is it worship? Is respect? Is it admiration? Is it intimacy? I was speechless for a moment, but I was glad to be near it in this way. This is the most accurate tribute to natural life, to this hardy life, beautiful life.
Rising, I walk in again, looking at the eye-like black scars, and I reach out to gently caress the trunk. I spread out my palm, moving my heart into it, and with an inexplicable excitement and curiosity, I covered my palm with the trunk of the tree. The moment my palm made contact with the bark, a sudden suspicion arose in my mind. My sense of touch told me that the bark of the birch tree was soft, gentle like cloth, soft and moist. Suddenly in my heart, I feel that my palm is not wrong, in this cold north, in the Changbai Mountain ice and snow, the blade of the wind and snow all the time in the birch tree bark cutting and forging, how can there still be this kind of gentle and sheep and the appearance and response? It was a delicate texture like a silk yarn, but in this snowy country of the birch tree, it could be so tenacious. I reached out and touched it harder, moving the position, and every bit of it told me that it was real! The bark of the birch is really soft! I saw a layer of bark blooming in one spot, so I pinched it with my fingers and gently started to tear it, I wanted to see if there was still this softness under the bark. The bark tore easily, and with my fingers it left the trunk. But it was only a very thin . . a layer, in my hands, dancing slightly against the wind. I fixed my eyes and saw that it was the layer that had been torn off, but it was actually many layers laid on top of each other. Layer by layer, very thin, tightly pressed, each layer, but very distinct. Soft, thin, white, like a kind of writing calligraphy sheer paper, feel very comfortable, have a kind of caress satin feeling.
At this moment, I feel a kind of shock. Previously, I have not seen the birch tree with my own eyes, I do not know that the bark of the birch tree will be so soft, not to mention will not believe that there is actually the same level of this paper!
Birch trees, I previously thought that the kind of forest composed of thousands of trees is their most beautiful composition, I did not expect each birch tree and have such a strange body. Cold, brown, white, black spots, rough, soft, this tree can actually carry so many opposites and contradictions of the phenomenon and character! The tree itself has become an elusive secret and a vast and expansive image of life. Birch forest, birch tree, I silently recite this name in my heart, like a call, like a prayer, like chanting.
For a moment, my thoughts were somewhat wooden. The birch tree, which was unfamiliar and familiar to me at the same time, began to be sacred and intimate. I told this discovery to fellow friends, are travelers in the South, so, all with a questioning eye to touch the birch tree, and then, hand shrinking into the cotton winter clothes, said repeatedly: really, really! How can it be soft? The words as soon as the exit, it becomes fog, disappeared in the wind swept by the birch tree. The life of the South, in front of the birch tree, there is no superiority.
Pavilion of white birches, long blue sky, slightly south to the wind, who produces this precise expression?
Birch forest, a birch tree is arranged, from the foot of the end of the horizon until the end of the field of vision, all the way to the horizon, *** with the composition of a beautiful painting. Light, clean, ethereal, any composition, is a rare landscape.
Birch forest, I was ecstatic, I finally found the birch forest. It was the long-cherished dream of many years!
Later, we entered the Changbai Mountain scenic area, and in the gap between a few transfers, we were fortunate to walk among the birch forest. Although it is a paved boardwalk, but as long as the surrounding is upright and tall birch trees, my mood becomes so happy. My eyes were so busy with the birches that I was able to walk from one birch tree to another. With each new discovery, my heart added an excitement, a new happiness. I seem to be in this walk through, longing for myself to become a birch tree, to join them in the middle, together for the composition of the whole piece of birch forest more than a pixel, and become and they together side by side to smile proud of the ice and snow brother.
I touched the roadside birches several times, I imagine that is a kind of embrace and tribute, in order to commemorate this kind of destiny that comes from thousands of miles. The birches, all the same silent, waiting for the wind in the laughter of tourists.
Later in the trip, I was always excited about the birch forests I encountered. In the forest park, on the way to Tianchi, in the border line between China, North Korea and the Soviet Union, there are always birch trees dotted or covered in the rolling hills. Countless in the car window flashed by the treetops, constitute a wonderful feeling, this birch forest to me, not afraid of the cold, dedication to the beauty of the outside soft, ordinary and simple, better than people, than people easy, so that all the way full of poetry.
Birch forest, always let my imagination is full of mood, a kind of national painting mood, there is also a religious reverence. This long stretch of birch forest marks the sea of forests and snow plains, but also creates the ecology and culture of the Northeast. Relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, the birch forest has become the original home of the life and spirit of the land of white mountains and black water. Birch tree, is the black land of the spirit, interpretation of a submerged in the wind and snow in the countless life and youth, the beautiful birch forest is in fact a character group portrait, poetic this home. From the heroes who frequented the camera, to the camouflage barracks hidden in the forest, to the countless villages dotted between the trees, are part of the birch forest, below the ground, the roots are connected to the roots, bloodline interoperability. Birch forest, up is an unyielding soul and spine, become the eternal landscape of the snowy plains.
You can look for, but still regret, in addition to the distance in the scenic interchange, that is, we are in the artificial construction of the road, I am in the form of careful into the birch forest, there has been no opportunity to really walk into the birch trees I longed for longing for the forest. The driver-guide refused my request for various reasons, and I only looked out the window at the passing birches as if I were saying goodbye, silent and speechless. Only the birch forest with eyes greedily scanning, stored in the heart.
I was touched by the photo of a birch tree that I sent in WeChat, and there were a lot of people who liked it, and a lot of comments, and I realized that the original love of birch forests is more than just me.
There are still people like me who have this birch tree complex. In the hazy sleep brought by the bus speeding, a familiar melody with the bumps in the carriage swaying: birch forest carved with the names of those two people, waiting for me to come back, come to this birch forest!
Hearing the song, I suddenly regretted: I did not carve my name on the birch tree!
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
On second thought, it is good to wait for me to come back!