My hometown, far from Diancang Mountain in Dali, is located in a ravine over 2000 meters above sea level. Although the mountain in my hometown is not high, it is far from Cangshan Mountain, which is 4 100 kilometers away. When I was a child, I sat in the hall of my former residence and cooked or warmed myself, overlooking the changing scenery of Cangshan Mountain in Dali. In summer and autumn, snow falls from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain. On sunny days, clouds often rise between the continuous Cangshan peaks. The towering peaks are like thin-waisted beauties in plain hats passing through the mist in Yu Xia, but they are too far away, so I can't see what they are busy with. In winter and spring, the 19 peaks of the steep Cangshan Mountain are covered with silver. I look at Cangshan Mountain in Dali from the fireplace of my former residence, just like a row of huge white candles standing on the distant horizon. I don't know which Hercules stood up; I remember when I was in junior high school, there was a man named? God bless? My Chinese teacher taught me to read an ancient article about snow scenes, including? Bright candle day south? I thought at that time: I'm afraid the teacher has been to my house, sitting in the room baking warm firewood like me, studying the snow scene in Cangshan in winter and spring from a distance, so she taught me to read and write according to the scene.
Between the mountains and rivers in my hometown, there are rolling green peaks. In the first month of the lunar calendar, the red azaleas blossom everywhere, dyeing Shan Ye red, just like a burning mist permeating the Qifeng near the sea, and there are at least 1000 red spots among the evergreen trees. So everyone in the village is called Yingshanhong. The bent body of Yinghan mangrove grows branches with the same curvature. The oval green leaves are covered with branches, and the gray-yellow soft and thin skin is like paper scraps stuck layer by layer, as if it were made of resin that can't stick well. A touch will fly. Bundles of red flowers, each like a small red trumpet, and it is inlaid with five petals, and dozens of flowers together are more red and enchanting.
I often remember that when I was a child carrying a schoolbag to school, I drove a large group of pigs, cattle and sheep into the forest on weekends and winter holidays. In the late winter and early spring when there is no green grass, cattle and sheep are not satisfied with the buds of hay and eat more green leaves; Piglets who go up the mountain like to eat chestnut fruit that fell last autumn, and the plant community where Yingshan safflower and chestnut trees grow together. There is a white bug in the rotten leaves, which is the meat of a stupid pig. Stupid pig is a stutterer. Arch the humus layer in the forest as soft as cultivated land without hoeing. Maybe planting corn can grow well. Through the pig's mouth? Trained? In the coming year, our woodland will be more lush. Pigs, cows, sheep? Live broadcast? Busy, my friends and I believe that we can break a hollow straw, or is it hollow? Crows comb vegetables? Dry the stems, choose the most attractive azalea tree, climb the curved treetops, cover yourself in the red flowers and green leaves, take a deep breath of attractive flowers, and then drag one to your chest. Every flower has one? Honey pool? Just insert the hollow straw into it and suck it gently with your mouth, which is cool, sweet and refreshing. That pleasant sweetness is beyond the reach of any sweet sugar. Sometimes the flower branches are broken by eating nectar, and the flowers that fall under the tree will not be wasted. In the season when there is not much green grass, cattle and sheep will pick up the azaleas that fall to the ground. I really envy birds with wings. When I think about which branch to eat honey, I just need to spread my wings and fly lightly among the flowers, without looking for a straw. Beaks grow in the sky for the convenience of sucking honey. They called their friends and flew over flowers and trees.
Because of eating nectar, my mother often warns: don't eat azalea honey, there are bugs on the flowers, and your nose will be eaten by bugs. At that time, I was too poor to eat sugar, which was embarrassing. I always refuse to listen to my mother's advice. I can't help sucking nectar whenever I get a chance, but my nose is not eaten by bugs.
When I was a child, among the red flowers in the mountains, I watched the green hills surging and the flowers blooming outside the thatched cottage. Looking at the sunshine in early spring, such as red silk hanging on green trees, I often wonder if people in the city outside the mountain can see beautiful red flowers. I once asked my father: You study in Nanzhao, can there be azaleas in the city? Father said:? Is it too late to go to the flower bed? You can't see it in the city. Don't understand? Late? What do you mean? Young people only know that every year is from the first month to the twelfth month, and the spring of the four seasons starts from the first month. Flowers bloom in warm spring, and azaleas that bloom for more than three months bloom in the chilly early spring. I think it's still early. When I grow up, I know that Rhododendron is an evergreen plant of Ericaceae, which is only suitable for growing in high-altitude mountainous areas. Although the early blooming azalea is unique, it is not lonely. Rich canyons, steep cliffs and barren hilltops all have their companions. Pinus taiwanensis, Castanea mollissima and these cold-resistant and drought-resistant plants can survive in the mountains, and azalea is also flourishing; Add a bit of green vitality to the bleak late winter and early spring. The red flowers all over the mountains and the beautiful mountains and rivers decorating my hometown are endless, and the wanderer's heart is full of affection! How many ordinary and handsome lives have quietly added color to the mountains and rivers in Wan Li, but they have no intention of striving for spring, boasting about the flowers in the square-inch flower bed!
I have always been like a cloud rising from Ran Ran on the top of Cangshan Mountain, blown away by the monsoon of life and drifting thousands of miles away. I wonder if the teacher can really bless me? I can't see the elders who raised me, but listen to the teachings. Unforgettable azaleas can be seen everywhere. I really want to suck natural nectar again! Hey, let's put a nostalgic wandering heart and drive the colorful clouds back to the mountains and rivers of our hometown to explore!