I was intoxicated by the tranquil autumn fragrance and deep poetry, and couldn't help but memorize the poem "Golden Bell" in my heart.
2017.9.27? Wednesday? Xiaoyu
When I entered the classroom in the morning, Xiaotong looked at my skirt and said, "Teacher, aren't you cold in a skirt like this?" Although it is thin Skirt, I walk to work in the morning, and when I get to the office it’s so hot that I take off my jacket because it’s cold.
However, the autumnal equinox has passed for a few days, and there is really a chill in the air. Yesterday after get off work, I walked through the campus and smelled a faint sweet fragrance. I suddenly discovered that two sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the school gate were in bloom. One is goose-yellow and the other is orange-red, a few meters apart, echoing each other. The fragrance flows and intersects in the clear autumn and rushes into the nose. It will not delay the season. Twenty-four flowers and trade winds will belong to it in a while.
After two classes in the morning, I led the students to the cafeteria after class, and the team was quiet and neat. I have been teaching this class for more than two years. They are very well-behaved and sensible. They know that "walk without talking" and walk quietly.
When I came to the Go corridor connected to the canteen, I found Xiaojia doing strange actions: she kept raising her right hand to her nose, then took a deep breath, winked and smiled at me. The leader, Xiao Xin, also turned around and blinked at me; everyone watched me perform a pantomime of inhaling and blinking.
I also took a deep breath, and the slightest fragrance was sucked into my lungs. Oh, they said that the sweet-scented osmanthus smells great, but it’s hard to talk casually, so they performed a pantomime for me.
Seeing that a group of people couldn't speak and were being held back, I said, "Everyone is saying that the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bloom, isn't it so fragrant?" As soon as I opened my mouth, the discipline was loosened. Xiaowei came over and said softly: "Teacher, you have a song "Osmanthus" in your first online class." Xiao Ming memorized it as he walked: "The fragrance of osmanthus fills the courtyard, outside the gate, the wind blows?" A girl next to him followed and said softly: "Come in Still not coming in, Feng'er was debating in a low voice. "At that time, I asked Xiaoxuan when the sweet-scented osmanthus would bloom, and she said I didn't know; I asked Xiaorui, but I couldn't tell.
Xiaoxi said quietly: "Teacher, you can write another article about this." Probably he was thinking of the "Autumn Flowers" I had read. "I wrote it a long time ago, last year." I answered him.
As everyone walked along, I looked around. On the left was a stepped pool. There were many maples and cherry blossoms around. The leaves were green and verdant, and there was no sign of autumn leaves turning yellow. I didn’t look at them. To the osmanthus tree; on the right side, through the antique window pane of the corridor, there are sparse shadows of bamboos. Only the gusts of wind slipped through the window pane, and no osmanthus tree was seen. The fragrance is unknown, but the sweetness permeates the air.
Someone once said that the significance of learning poetry is that when we face beautiful scenery, we can not only say: "Ah, why is this scenery so beautiful?" "The falling clouds and the solitary owl flying together" are used to express one's true feelings directly, so as not to be suppressed and fall into clichés.
I was intoxicated by the tranquil autumn fragrance and the deep poetry, and couldn’t help but recite the poem of Golden Bell in my heart:
The courtyard is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus,
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Outside the gate, the wind blew.
Come in or not, Feng'er was discussing in a low voice.
On the way to work in the old school, there are more than ten osmanthus trees along the way, some are tall or short, some are dense or sparse; and several autumn osmanthus trees in the campus flower garden have been accumulated for many years and have grown luxuriantly. , the fragrance spreads ten miles away when the flowers bloom. I once wrote an article "Youth" in the old year, but now I read it again. It is too craftsmanship and lacks freshness and naturalness:
I went to work in the morning, the sky was clear and the air was clear, and I suddenly smelled the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, and my heart was filled with excitement. Something is moving - autumn is coming. The autumnal equinox has not yet arrived, and the golden osmanthus has been waiting for a whole year, and it can’t wait to bloom overnight. This sweet fragrance penetrates the nose from time to time and penetrates the heart.
I like this smell. I smell it from a distance first, sniffing it like a puppy, wanting to absorb more. The closer you get, the stronger the smell becomes. This fragrance passes through the blood vessels of the whole body, taking away the turbidity, leaving freshness, and you feel comfortable both inside and outside your body. Looking up, the green blanket is mixed with clusters of golden, full of branches and trees, beeping and beeping, crowded together. The flowers are as big as grains of rice, delicate and delicate.
As we go further and further away, the breath gradually becomes fainter, and the first one continues again, continuing a new round of edification. This is a unique enjoyment of walking to work in autumn, which makes people have to go out early and slow down.
The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms for a long time, blooming first and last; a tree withdrew its blooms, and ten days later it bloomed again. The flowers of different plants have different shades. The shallow ones are like bright sunshine, bright and dazzling; the deep ones are like pure gold, thick and steady. The older the tree is, the more sunlight it absorbs and the darker the color of its accumulation. It announces the arrival of another season, a vast, bleak, and fruitful season.
The laurel tree is not good-looking. The crown is completely semicircular, without ripples or corners; the leaves are oval and have no fine serrated edges. The osmanthus tree is not as tall and straight as the green pine, not as elegant and elegant as the magnolia, nor is it as slender and fiery red as the red-leaf plum.
The fragrance of cinnamon is magnificent. It has been accumulated for a year, and its fragrance is spread freely. No matter it is big or small, as long as it is a cinnamon tree, every one of it is unambiguously overflowing with sweet fragrance. It is chili pepper, no matter how small it is, it is spicy; it is golden osmanthus, no matter how bruised it is, it is still fragrant. The fragrance is different from the turbidity of oleander and the lightness of impatiens, and will never be confused.
The blooming of sweet-scented osmanthus brings to mind: poets will think of the moon palace holding laurels and Chang'e dancing; drunkards will think of drinking alone under the tree and drinking with friends. And I always think of the sesame glutinous rice balls of the Lantern Festival and the sweet taro of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The bowl is topped with sweet sugared osmanthus, transforming the ordinary into the magical. Snow white and golden complement each other, and sweetness and fragrance match. This is the delicacy of the world in the mouth of a foodie, and the taste of the mother-in-law in the heart. Only those who live a mediocre life happily will have the mind to manage such a way of eating.
In human memory, it is said that the sense of smell is the most profound and unforgettable. A period of youth is a gift left by sweet-scented osmanthus to the world. Appreciate it, taste it, and never let it down.