I'm paying close attention to it, or rather, observing it.
Trunks, leaves, and parts that I haven't touched with the naked eye, such as roots, and the language that trees want to express. As life, trees are thoughtful, I insist.
Autumn is already autumn.
But I feel in a trance. It's still summer. The heat wave came from the ground, and I quickly approached it, a tree that I still can't name.
These trees will not shrink back in the sun, nor will they shrink back. They will sway slightly in the wind, ring and tremble in the rain ... the vigorous power of life is shining.
"Go for a walk under the tree first?" Lao Zhang just took me to the library ten minutes ago and had lunch with me. It's a literary cafe. He took part in an activity, and I was the "doll" in his pocket. Buffet, very homely. I stopped five or six clams, three South American shrimps, a piece of corn, seven or eight edamame, two pieces of cauliflower, a few shredded potatoes, two pieces of roast duck and a small bowl of radish mutton soup on my plate. At the end, Lao Zhang said, "Would you like some bass?" When I went to clip bass, it was already "empty": two or three fish heads decorated with white fish eyes were half immersed in fish soup, like a stranded ship. "There are new fish pieces." He said.
I'm glad to hear that and answer with a smile. Lao Zhang came over with a small bowl. I saw three or four pieces of fish full, and sauce and oil were just spread on the skin of the fish, like a layer of clothes. The delicacy and joy of fish with rice immediately made me feel happy. He said politely, "Would you like some more fruit?" I cocked my head and said nothing. He said, "Hami melon, watermelon, banana ..." Bananas are just bananas. Watermelon is actually not bad, but it was attacked by cold air last night. I didn't want to add insult to injury, so I refused this cold thing.
The library is my back garden. One is to avoid the test of eyes, and the other is the silent "background wall", so it is better to withdraw it. This is what I need for inner peace.
Sometimes, he is using the computer and I am watching a dream of red mansions. He doesn't accept my specious "scolding"-at least he says yes, and all my excuses are invalid, so that's all. This woman's "horse" should completely remove two "mouths" and replace it with a "door" to become a "rush". How about I roam the sea of books alone?
After eating half a banana, I continued to listen to the conversation between the tree and the ear, and seemed to understand something. When I feel happy, I smile at the tree.
"You should thank your children!"
There seems to be water in my eyes. I don't want to see a picture of "not making progress" and not working hard. I'd rather see smart thoughts flowing in a still body here and in the library.
In other words, here, I will wash my helplessness and sadness. Quiet is my trait, and I don't like to deliberately stir up a muddy void.
And you, like this tree, are real. Although I really can't name you, just like going to the forest, there are not many trees I can name. I am familiar with pine trees, camphor trees, oranges, bayberry and heather. Those trees that have been stationed in the depths of my consciousness, two old camphor trees in my childhood and hometown, and a vine that has lost its trace are all my relatives.
The village many years ago has always lived firmly in my heart. I always take them with me whenever and wherever. One day, they may grow old, disappear and turn to ashes, and I have already integrated the ideas that trees want to express into my blood, bone marrow and soul. You have me and I have you. In most cases, I leave faster than you, my tree!
The universe is silent and the trees are silent. My eyes stayed on the branch, and suddenly a gust of wind passed, and the dead leaves fell with a crash.
I have read a passage by Wu Zhihong: "The essence of intimate relationship is to cherish each other's true features and create beautiful things at the same time. The power struggle is to maintain narcissism. Two narcissistic people are learning to be attached to each other and at the same time breaking their narcissism. " I'm here to fix my narcissism.
I once met a senior teacher of psychology in a group. He said, when you are depressed, stare at a tree; When you can't sleep, meditate in a tree ... think about it, you have become a tree and suddenly learned to let go, accept and hug yourself.
You and I are a tree, a flower, or a grass. Our two legs are branches leading to the world and roots connecting nature.
I left this tree. In the library, I caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a nude sleeveless dress and a fluffy "mushroom" head. Her "roots" were decorated with sequined stiletto sandals. I had a rest and saw her bend her knees at right angles, hunched over and leaned back. I don't know how long it will be, but I'll never see her again.
Another fat face can see countless fish, shrimps, crabs and meat being sacrificed as protein and women with fat accumulation. She is about 60 years old, squinting and catnap, or listening to the creaking sound of the air conditioner in her sleep, as if she were beating.
Seeing all kinds of people in the library is a by-product. Among these people, the mainstream is people who are immersed in words.
I've got a copy of Scenic Spots-let's watch the scenery together. It usually doesn't enter my eyes, but at first sight, one sentence touched me: "Looking for originality in travel".
I usually come to the library and seldom bring my own books from home. Occasionally, this "encounter" is a kind of considerable happiness, so thoughts are opened, brewed, fermented, sealed, released and opened. ...
I like reading the trees I learned at noon. I salute every camphor tree, buttonwood tree, or wild rose and green bristlegrass ... You are drawn from the surface of the earth, deep or shallow, interpreting the spark of thought.
"Life two, life two, life three, everything three ..." Look at the tree carefully, it's flourishing and noisy at the top.
Looking at the tree, thinking like a tree, my heart is unusually calm. Looking down at the tree, I saw the roots that I couldn't see with the naked eye. In psychological tests, people often draw trees to "see" a person's "talent", which makes sense.
Now, I am looking at "scenery", a tree, a book, a person, a village and a world. ...