The spring in Wuyi is beautiful, as beautiful as a group of graceful girls playing by the Jiuqu River. The landscape is their ice muscle jade bone, and the peach blossom reflected in the water is their shy cheeks. The reason why I like Wuyi is not to appreciate the landscape here at all, not to appreciate the pink peach blossoms here, but the row of ordinary bamboos along the Jiuqu River.
I came to Wuyishan for the first time in the summer of 1 1. That year, the rain wantonly abused half of China, and the Wuyishan water southeast of Xiujia could not escape the clutches of the storm. The continuous rainstorm destroyed the Guangong Bridge in Wuyishan, and the stream overflowed the sand embankment, sweeping the creatures on both sides. It was also that time that I saw Polygonatum odoratum, its deformed body after the storm, its muddy face and its unyielding waist after the disaster. This is a shock to the soul. I don't know why, I always feel that it is not a simple bamboo, but a living person, living by my side.
He is my father, a tea farmer who is nearly sixty years old, and a father who has survived the wind and frost but still persists. Fate is harsh for him, and he was doomed to a bumpy life when he was born. His arrival coincided with the famine season that swept across the land of China. In that difficult period, as the eldest brother, he was destined to miss the knowledge of writing and take on the burden of a large family early. Fate's test for his father is not only childhood famine, but also the influence on him after marriage is even more cruel. My mother often told me that I was destined to have five brothers and sisters who had no fate in my life, and the medical equipment at that time doomed them not to see the sunshine of this world. In the countryside, it may also be my father's regret. When I have no children, I may not get sympathy and tolerance from my family, and I am also ridiculed by the world and my elders. The wandering family let me leave my warm home early and start my new wandering.
At that time, my father was illiterate and had no skills. He could only become the lowest-level worker in society, and he could only rely on the most primitive labor for the cheapest salary. Fate is fair. Fair, pay will be rewarded, get will be lost. Time flies, injecting three rays of sunshine into this originally hard home, adding three points of joy and three points of pressure to my father's shoulders. My father has been hardworking since he was a child. He works hard every day, leaving early and returning late. Originally, his little land could not support the daily expenses of this family. He went to reclaim abandoned land miles away. In his spare time, he took over short-term jobs that no one wanted to do. In his eyes, he earned a point. In his eyes, no pains, no gains are the most realistic.
My father is a competent father. Although he can't read, he carried our three brothers and sisters to school with his own hard work and hardships, so that we enjoyed a stable education. Although my father has no education, his simple words are the philosophy bred by the tempering in life. He said that you should be diligent and careful when dealing with people, otherwise you will only draw water with a sieve. In life, success only belongs to those who work hard, and failure is not terrible, what is terrible is losing their will. After the setback in high school the year before last, the blow to my father was painful, and the expectations once vanished in an instant. At that time, I flatly gave up the opportunity to repeat my studies and chose Wuyi College. I just want to leave my father's shelter early and face the storm of society alone. Today, I may not be able to prove my efforts, but I have been running and clinging to my dreams. Even if there are no flowers on the road, we can still enjoy the desolation.
Time is a ruthless cutting knife, changing the appearance of you and me. Twenty or thirty years have passed in a flash, and now I can get back the feeling of that year, but you can't get back to the past. Time has dyed your black hair white, and time has added several gullies to your smooth face. The passage of time has slowed down your vigorous arm a lot, but he is still persisting, still persisting in his efforts for fifty years. In his eyes, he is still the pillar of this family, and he must support this family before he falls.
Yuzhu in the eyes is the image of his father, deeply rooted in the Jiuqu River, and is the child he and the river have. All people in the world only know that rivers breed streams, but forget the pain of rain and bamboo embankment protection. When the expansion of the stream washed away the waist pole of Yuzhu, the world only saw the firmness of the embankment, but did not know that the roots of Yuzhu clung to this seemingly solid embankment.
Now, walking along the Jiuqu River, spring is also full of rain and bamboo. Next to the rain bamboo whose waist was washed away by water, only a few rain bamboos were swaying new branches in the spring breeze. Maybe in the near future, it will take the place of its father and take root in that land. ...