: love of kapok
That year, I was addicted to Shu Ting's To the Oak. I must be a kapok beside you/stand with you in the image of a tree/root, cling to the ground/leaves and touch the clouds. "I have also studied Xiao Hong, because she is simple, and I believe it is the love of youth. So when I graduated, I told you to find a suitable soil. So I ran around and inspired myself to come and go with the meaning of my name.
Kapok has blossomed. The first time I saw it was on Wuzhishan Road, where two rows of kapok bloomed out of place in the lush south, dazzling beauty, like a rare beauty. I am a red flower/like a heavy sigh/like a heroic torch. It fell fearlessly and unchangingly from a big tree, loud and clear, like a dedication to love.
Don't miss kapok season. This year, the kapok along the Changhua River is red. A few girls and I are having a blind date called ten thousand people. Traffic jams and road closures take time. I can't bear to tell them that I will endure and persist in the sudden tide for another 30 years! But in fact, all the waiting is without expectation. Where can it be: there must be fruit in repairing?
It's not sad to look for it. I'm beginning to like listening to old songs. Imagine going to your city, watching you walk through places you can't see, sending you a song "Long time no see", and then I will say on the phone that you are my "Xanadu". Aska Yang's vibrato, biting every word, is like a gentle knife. Love even when you are dead. Imagine asking you to catch up with his Xiamen concert. Unfortunately, it is also the night of Qinhuai River, which can never be fulfilled.
It turns out that regret can also be beautiful!
"Girl, make way for grandpa"-only white hair can be seen in the crowd at a station. When you turn away, they will smile apologetically. You haven't returned to your grandparents, but you are getting used to being called old, and then you go home and wonder to your immature son: What am I still doing when I am so old?
You said everything was fine. I suddenly arranged for you to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. Then I was told that it was okay, otherwise my body would collapse after three years. Can't be willful anymore! You can't put a bed in the study, no matter in the morning or evening, you can decide for yourself when you are busy. You start walking for ten kilometers. But if you hurt your knee, will the next 20-year agreement come true? We haven't seen each other for many years. You define it as family.
There is a gap of 35 years at the other end of the table. We all thought your attention was on that goddess. I didn't understand what you mean until now, saying that I realized it. I even hope this is a happy joke, and it won't bring you the sadness of that year. Now, we can laugh heartily: I hung the mosquito net from Beijing to Shanghai. Which one did you sing?
I don't care about the time taken away by silly unrequited love, and I don't hate the time that let me go alone. Once green and clumsy, I hung my love on the wall like a painting. Why not go down?
At this moment, even if kapok is smashed into mud, its life has attracted countless men and women to look for it in the rural wilderness and sing in worship: kapok blooms and love comes!
Those flowers that grow and open at will do not appear in patches of forests, but appear lonely and extend to the sky endlessly with primitive spirit and wild strength. Yes, some people have started planting on a large scale. It is conceivable that after being arranged to visit for many years, we will collectively miss it today, just like a legend.
Dare not, can't, can't, won't tear up yesterday and today like a calendar. The moon is missing, and the heart is not round. If you can't pull back the past of self-pity, then move on! On the journey of life, there is a warm gaze at any corner. I believe it's good to have each other.
Nowadays, on the banks of Changhua River, the mountains created by karst terrain hold their heads high, strange and beautiful. Sunset minefield, scattered dusk, clear blue sky. This is a stage, and kapok is the protagonist. "We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, the thunderbolt/we * * * enjoy the fog, the flowing haze and the rainbow/as if we were separated forever/but we are dependent on each other for life."
Kapok love, between heaven and earth, accompanied by mountains and rivers!
Late-opening kapok
The building where my father lives now is an old building divided by the factory in the 1970s. The old building has only three floors, and my father lives on the second floor.
There are two trees downstairs, one is kapok and the other is kapok.
In the factory, there are many neem trees one person thick. Only the two plants downstairs shook their heads when asked, but my dad recognized them.
Father gets up at eight o'clock every day and sleeps until he wakes up naturally. After putting on his clothes and socks, my father habitually lay in the window for a while to see if the kapok tree downstairs is still there, just like visiting an old friend. Father seldom goes downstairs during the day. He sat here and walked there alone in the house. I am too lazy to watch TV. Even if I watch it, I watch CCTV 4 alone, from beginning to end. Look at the dispute over the South China Sea, look at Obama, look at * * * and Tsai Ing-Wen, and it's none of my dad's "eggs" to fight or not. Father usually smokes and likes to sit alone on the balcony. My mother-in-law brought a basket downstairs and didn't come back until she bought food. Several people chattered together. My parents are nearsighted and my father is hard of hearing. My father stared at the students passing by downstairs and pointed them out to me one by one. My father knows better than I do.
My father coughed badly when he smoked, and his whole body turned into "shrimp" and his face turned red. It took him a long time to recover. My father was so arrogant that he had to take two puffs in a hurry. The remaining half, father threw it in the trash can at his feet. Daughter-in-law did his ideological work and advised him to quit. Father shook his head and said, Ahem ... Ahem, I can't smoke for years. Hearing this, I felt very uncomfortable and had to obey him. Daughter-in-law can't say more, just let him smoke. Fortunately, my father doesn't smoke very often. He can smoke a pack of cigarettes for two days.
It's very cold in the house in winter in the south. Father finished smoking and dragged cotton shoes to the bed. The electric blanket on the bed, newly bought by my daughter-in-law, has automatic constant temperature function. My father can't see the danger until he unpluggs it. Last year, the old bed burned a hole the size of an egg in the thick sweater worn by my father, so it was nothing serious. Father leans against the bed every day, craning his neck to see the birds in the tree. Tits "chirp", then jump down from the fork over there and nod to their father; After a while, I turned and jumped on the high branch over there, ignoring my dad and being dishonest for a moment. Father can't count one, two, three, four, and he doesn't know how many there should be on the tree. Father is lying in bed, too lazy to get up, with a blank face. My father used to be "rarely confused".
In mid-February, the weather gets warmer every day. One night, many buds appeared on the kapok tree out of thin air, and the kapok tree stood close to the ground. There is a thin layer of fluff on the brown bud, which is thicker than his father's thumb. Father said: In two or three suns, the flowers will bloom.
While the weather was fine, my father came downstairs with a stick, and my son and I stood by, holding my father and escorting him. Along the way, I met an old acquaintance I hadn't seen for many days, and naturally took my father's hand. After a while, I said my father looked good and gave him a hardcover "Furong King". My father took it, but he was not busy smoking. He smoked a pack of 35 yuan soft "white sand" in his ear, which was not in the same grade as others, so he was embarrassed to take it out. It's just that "uh-huh" my dad walked less than 200 meters before turning three or five buildings. My father thinks too much. I squatted down to carry him. My father climbed up my back obediently. I put my hands behind my back and grabbed my father's * * * behind me, trying to shrug my father's body and hold my son behind me. Father doesn't have much meat and is very light. I estimate that my father is no more than 80 kg. This scene suddenly reminded me of myself decades ago, so I lay on my father's broad back. At that time, I should have sixty or seventy pounds myself.
My father squatted on my back and whispered to me, "I wonder how many times I can go this way?" Father's tone is very dull, as if he were not talking about himself. I choked for a moment, my eyes were wet, and I didn't know how to answer my father.
I changed the subject and turned to my father and said: After the Chinese New Year, the Central Committee held two sessions and called on you to discuss the 13 th Five-Year Plan. Will you go?
Father hey hey said: don't go, let the young people do it themselves. I have buried my neck in loess, a year's life and income.
Although my father's culture is not high, he also has some humorous cells. After listening to my father's words, I couldn't laugh. I echoed my father and said, "Yes, yes, well, you'd better not worry about that luxury."
Back downstairs, I put my father down from my back. My father gasped and rested on the kapok tree. My son took the initiative to say "dad" to me and let me recite it for a while! "Good, good, you come to my class." Since my son said so, I am also happy to "accommodate". My son went upstairs step by step and walked steadily. I pursed my lips and held him behind.
On the fifth day of the first month, the kapok tree opposite the neighbor's house was covered with white flowers, which looked like cotton in the field. It's big and beautiful. However, my father's tree did not move, and even the flower bones were thinner than those seen a few days ago. One day and two days passed, and there was no sign of flowering. Father rambled in bed: if you don't open it, I'm afraid it will be rare.
I comforted my father: wait and see, "don't be afraid to be late and have a good meal." Open early and open late, sooner or later.
Father is single-minded and full of pessimism, which is hard to convince. I understand my father's mind. The trees downstairs, like people, have a long life. When I get old, I'm afraid I can't open it anymore. If the buds really fall off one by one, I don't know how to tell my father "the truth of revolution." No matter how many explanations are weak, in my father's impression, two trees bloom and fail at the same time every year, and the difference between the front and rear feet is no more than two days. Because I have no bottom in my heart, I always like to get into my father's bed and look out of the window after getting up every day. Alas, more than ten days have passed, and there is still no intention to say anything about disappointment. When they were chatting in bed, they were far apart, not talking about the flowers outside the window, but talking about a happy thing.
Father asked me to shoot the kapok tree downstairs through the window with my mobile phone. I readily agreed, and enlarged the photo for my father to see. My father asked me to go to the photo studio and develop it with some family photos taken last time. He said he would put it under the pillow and turn it out when he was free.
On the tenth day after coming back from my hometown, my sister called and said: The kapok tree in front of my father's window finally bloomed, which was a whole month later than the one next door, but it was still more lively, and the whole tree was occupied from top to bottom.
Thank god, kapok opened late, you can keep my father waiting.
This time, it was my father's turn to have nothing to say.
: burning kapok
In the ravines of northwest Yunnan, the wind passing through the crevices always inadvertently brings a warm atmosphere in the distance. In the area where Jinsha River, Nujiang River and Lancang River flow side by side, Kapok is like a quiet hermit, projecting his aloof figure on a certain area along the river from time to time. In Yongsheng, where I live, many towns and villages are bathed in the warm embrace of Jinsha River. Jinsha River passes through high mountain valleys, sometimes fast and sometimes gentle. When rushing, the river stirs the shore stones and thunders, forming magnificent wonders such as Tiger Leaping Gorge. When gentle, the river is as calm as jade, carefree, giving birth to soft scenery such as Jinjiang Gudu. Between one illness and one breath, the Jinsha River, which has the meaning of divinity and freedom, has made the northwest Yunnan Plateau have overlapping levels and flowing textures.
The running of a river will make the riverbank bear the impact everywhere; The stagnation of a river will make the river bank steamed with clouds in Xia Wei. The kapok in full bloom along the Jinsha River gathers into a beautiful scenery. The kapok trees standing on the banks of the river, with a proud attitude, try their best to stretch out their branches to the sky, cling to the Jinsha River, and decorate the loneliness of the river with their own figures. Eagles, rocks, flowers, white clouds and blue sky are all staring at the green river with warm eyes. Together with Jinsha River, they show emptiness and loftiness. The Jinsha River, which has flowed since ancient times, relies on kapok and takes bright red trees as its own character. This is the wisdom of Jinsha River. With the embellishment of kapok, Jinsha River has bright colors and spring scenery. The elegance of kapok collided with the Jinsha River, and the plateau in northwest Yunnan stopped in people's field of vision.
Spring will make kapok bloom instantly after a year of forbearance. The bright red tree has made kapok, and it has also become the title of hero tree and kapok tree. A cotton tree is a tree full of fire and hope in spring. With the delicate appearance of kapok, the northwest Yunnan Plateau has a bright background. It is a unique feeling of kapok to hang the vibrant flowers on the branches and let the spring bloom into dazzling scenery. The kapok decorated with spring is holding high excitement, celebration and expectation, showing its mind to the world. With kapok's company, the Jinsha River, which runs all the way, will no longer feel tired. In the road map of Jinsha River, kapok is always looming.
Walking is a necessary gesture for a river, and our footsteps need to travel from time to time in order to better understand the value and significance of life in the arduous journey. Walking and meeting kapok is a kind of fate in life. In natural selection and elimination, kapok never gives in. It holds up spring and hope with its tall body. The road on the plateau is bumpy, but kapok is never afraid. A bright tree is its signboard, its flourishing branches are its outstretched arms, and its stalwart body is its rising power.
In addition to the dry-hot valley along the Jinsha River, kapok still has an extraordinary bearing in the villages in northwest Yunnan. In the countryside, a bird that only stops by the flowers and a bee that only walks through the huge petals will make kapok more bright and warm. The five-star petals are tightly surrounded by the petals of pistil, which makes kapok full of symbolic meaning of cohesion. I chose kapok in the village, deeply rooted in the red soil, and left it in the village with a handsome and atmospheric face. Those huge and plump flowers, after the noisy spring, will be picked and dried and become the temptation of taste buds.
With kapok, the countryside has another face. Under the green trees and kapok trees, enjoying the cool, chatting or doing some work at hand is the villagers' favorite. When grandpa was alive, he guarded the shack of the production team for many years, and there was a tall kapok tree in the yard. Every spring, kapok blooms as scheduled. He will pick kapok, dry it as a pillow, or use it for cooking, so that we can enjoy the temptation from kapok when we were young. This fresh fragrance reminds me so far that it is a constant homesickness in the days when I was working hard outside.
Without kapok, the Jinsha River in northwest Yunnan will definitely lose a lot of beauty. A cotton tree in the bend of the river is reflected in the river and sings with the clouds in the sky; A cotton tree on the river bank smiles on the cliff and sings in harmony with the birds in the forest; A cotton in the village, with its silent dedication, warms the simple life of farmers. Giving, dedication, simplicity and forbearance are the qualities of kapok, and they should also be the qualities of rural areas. Kapok has always reminded the countryside that only by constantly publicizing beauty and abandoning ugliness can we get a practical and happy life. The beauty of kapok is not only in sight, but also out of sight. When one of their flowers begins to wither, it loses its original prosperity and luster, but its course as food has just begun. Our life should also bloom bravely like kapok.
After living in a small town for more than 20 years, I miss kapok from time to time at night. Miss kapok, in fact, I miss the country life and tolerance I once had. The faint homesickness that gradually spread on the taste buds exudes the dream of fragrant kapok petals, accompanying us to trudge forward on the road of life.
It is happy to be dyed red by kapok in spring, and the northwest of Yunnan with kapok is happy. When we walk as a layman, our slightly faltering steps begin to become solid after meeting kapok in the beautiful spring of our hometown, just like our affectionate eyes when we stare at our hometown.