Poems by osmanthus fragrans

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When this photo was taken, it was probably a summer evening several years ago. I forget who first thought of it, but I thought of climbing to a four-and-a-half-story flat roof to enjoy the sunset.

That night, Xia Hong burned like a flame, spreading from your head to the horizon, magnificent and vast. Even the tall buildings we want to look up to on weekdays are eclipsed at the moment, turning into black silhouettes under the gorgeous sky ... We stand side by side, and we marvel from time to time at this low rented farmhouse.

It is said that when you meet something really beautiful in this world, the gorgeous words created by people are useless, and you can't help but read the vulgar words "too beautiful, too beautiful".

Someone asked you if the porridge was hot, and someone made an appointment with you for an evening. This is the most ordinary but precious happiness in life.

However, if it is a person, it is often a person, which does not seem to prevent me from experiencing the little beauty scattered on the street corner of the city.

After reading a book all day, I left in a hurry and found a quiet place, preferably a place with lush plants. I walked aimlessly, thought aimlessly, watched with interest, and felt suddenly enlightened and free.

Every time I go out, I always meet some interesting things, or a poetic picture like nature. It's really a surprise.

In The Three of Us, Jiang Yang took a leisurely walk after dinner as an "adventure", so he always made new discoveries and chose different paths when he went out.

I think this "adventurous" spirit is a very important quality and ability. Because the days that make up life are mostly just a few days in a week or a month, they rarely bring their own colorful aura, so they need a heart that entertains themselves.

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The ancients said that the wonders of the world are often out of reach, so it is difficult to see unless you are strong and firm.

But in fact, "exploration" doesn't have to be exhausted by mountains and cliffs. If you ask me, both cities and rural areas are often very interesting.

I grew up in a village in western Zhejiang. I am used to seeing houses made of loess, rolling mountains, terraced fields, verdant bamboo and grains that almost burst when rape blossoms are in full bloom in late spring, so I don't think it is strange, let alone taking them as aesthetic objects.

However, when I grew up and left home, I went to a city where I couldn't see the endless mountains or was blocked by tall buildings. I began to miss everything in my hometown.

Later, when I settled in the city and set foot in the countryside again, I actually had a wonderful "guest residence" mentality. It's as if I came to this landscape for the first time, looking at the fields painted as warm as oil paintings by the afterglow of the sunset, in a daze.

Cattle are grazing leisurely in the fields not far away, and I am walking slowly on the ridge. Squat down when you are tired, tear off a straw, pull out the oval spikelet in the middle, put it in your mouth and blow it, and you can make a tone.

I don't know who discovered the secret first. The child was born with a straw in his mouth and flew up and down the winding ridge like a bird. Leaving a string of strings at the foot, new wheat straw will soon grow out.

Although farmers don't like weeds robbing crops of nutrients, ridges can play with weeds freely. Hairy grass, Veronica, Di Dinghua, Malantou ... have been blooming and growing noisily, leaving no room for nature.

Nights in the country always come quickly and early. It was only nine o'clock, and the whole village gradually fell silent. Just like a sleepy old man, he can't resist the attack of a sleepy man any more, and his upper eyelid and lower eyelid will stick together.

As a person who has lived in the city for a long time, I am not used to it. I always have to walk to the entrance of the village to fall asleep.

If it is summer, you can catch up with the frogs' chorus, one after another. This is their night and the real beginning. Occasionally, I don't know whose dog is disturbed, so I bark for a while, and then the neighbors are not to be outdone.

Night wraps everything in this village like a black cloth, including frogs, insects, barking and snoring ... I like this late night, there are no neon lights, no noise from cars, only stars all over the sky and people watching the stars under the night sky.

Only at this time can a wandering heart really settle down. ...

It is really "the mountain is high and the road is far." It's like I left my hometown, away from Qianshan, and began to understand the beauty of my hometown a little.

Looking at a painting, keeping a proper distance from each other and looking at it from the perspective of a bystander, we can make "clouds and smoke fly into my eyes, and birds sing and touch my heart."

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Compared with the countryside, I think the city is completely isolated from nature. Until some time ago, I often walked along the green belt by the river in the community and read books about plants, only to find that I didn't "see" it.

In the past, how many details should be skipped in front of my eyes, but I turned a blind eye and paid no attention?

I think that discovering beauty is actually a psychological activity that requires the participation of consciousness.

In Wang Zengqi's book, I read that Wei Zihua is also known as an ticklish tree. "Its paws are moving." Scratching the "tender skin" of Lagerstroemia indica on the bare part of the peeled skin will make the branches tremble like people are ticklish.

It was so interesting that I decided to seize every opportunity to give it a try. Osmanthus fragrans is a common street tree in cities or as an ornamental tree in parks. You can see it everywhere, so don't bother to find it.

At the risk of being treated as a fool, I leaned forward and scratched my finger. Hey! That flower branch really shook up and down, but I don't know if it was scratched by me or caused by the wind. (Laughter)

There is also hibiscus, which is said to change from white to red with the light and temperature of the day. It's amazing. So, when I met this flower again, I looked at it all over.

A hibiscus flower, because each flower opens at different times, is pure white, red and white, or all red, just like women of different ages get together. From a girl's youth to her cheeks, she gradually becomes charming, and the invisible time becomes traceable.

Look carefully, the red and white flowers are not completely separated, but like red ink that a painter accidentally dropped. They are rendered at will, with different shades, so it is not abrupt to pick them out directly and put them in the painting.

Open the layers of fine folds in the corner, and it seems that you can always find an invisible world. But before that, we must be aware of their existence.

Even if you only capture a little interest from the book, you can follow the trace and find more interesting and real details.

In this way, it is no longer a bland or even interesting thing to go out alone.

You look for flowers and plants with curiosity and doubt in your heart. You are glad that the reality is as described in the book, and you are more excited to find what you didn't see in the book. Isn't it an interesting adventure?

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On the other hand, I formed the habit of wandering around alone, not initially to find the so-called beauty, but mostly because of helplessness.

In college, roommates stayed in the dormitory to read novels or play dramas, and even didn't bother to lift their feet to eat in the opposite cafeteria. Make instant noodles when you are hungry, and wear a hair band when your hair is oily. I don't expect to drag one of them to blow a cold wind along the Fengze River that runs through the school.

After graduate school, we went to Guangzhou, and everyone was busy studying their own topics, soaking in the library, squatting in the laboratory and analyzing the research data.

I, a pseudo-graduate student who switched from Chinese to psychology, can only fend off my literary feelings squeezed in my brain by scientific research under an umbrella-shaped banyan tree and beside the lawn covered with bauhinia petals.

So, over the years, I wandered around when I was happy, wandered around when I was confused and wandered around when I was sad. I'm used to it, and I feel uncomfortable without shopping.

Have you ever quit your job at home and wondered if you would walk into a secluded heart? Stay away from the conventional coordinate system for a long time, will it become stupid? I often feel lonely, just like a person walking in the wilderness of time, looking around blankly, not knowing where to go.

But there is always a lingering hermit complex in my heart. I think, since I can't retreat from the countryside, I should at least find a pure land for myself in the crowd and let my mind settle down.

Walking with friends is another kind of fun, but not many friends can hang out together. What's more, no matter how harmonious we are, we must always put some thoughts on each other. Or listen to her recent troubles and worries, or think about how to comfort and enlighten her. In short, you can't concentrate on yourself and the flowers and trees around you.

In fact, why is the object of communication limited to people? Everything in nature can contribute to each other. I think I can understand and even appreciate what Thoreau said-

In The Grass Pillow, Natsume Su Shi laments that it is difficult to live in this world, so he wants to move to a place where it is easy to live. However, when he realized that it was difficult to survive wherever he moved, poetry and painting came into being.

I think, although I can't always travel outside and use grass as a pillow, I can always find an inhuman world to entertain myself for a while if I have the heart.

Peach Blossom Garden and Walden Lake are everywhere, not only in poetry books, but also in picture books and rural areas.