Huang Jinshu and Zhou Tao are in Qiu Guang.
It is autumn here.
Its splendid farewell ceremony is going on vigorously in Shan Ye and the valley: it doesn't care what kind of withering and haggard the world has brought by the residual heat in the city. It said, "What do I care?" Say that finish, just lying in the open field, staring at the sky. Of all the expressions in autumn, the essence is: concentration.
That kind of concentration is quiet;
It is neither arrogant nor impetuous, but it is full of Wei Pingsui's enthusiasm:
It doesn't want to complain, but it shows all-encompassing desolation.
In this gorgeous ceremony, luxury began to rise, and there was an instinctive extravagance from the ontology of life. Overnight, all the leaves with light green juice were cast into gold coins, scattered all over the floor, or covered with branches, jingling and hitting the ground.
Who wants to bend down to pick it up? Faced with such a luxurious and generous gift, people are indifferent and arrogant.
There is only one child and one girl. She picked up a fallen leaf, golden and red, like the feather of a big bird in the tree. She looks at the sun through this leaf, and the light is transmitted, making this autumn leaf transparent and clear. It seems that a supreme life shows you its internal organs and spotless beautiful meridians. "ah!" The girl said, "Its interior is like a painting!" "
There is an old man, a thin old man. He cleaned the yard with a broom. As a result, a pile of fallen leaves was swept up. He sat by smoking and guided the pile of fallen leaves with matches. There was no flame, but a gray-blue smoke came out from among the leaves. This is such a kind of smoke, like incense. The trickle is light, the soft yarn is curled up, and the hair and beard are all white, which seems to be Zen. This thought had a special fragrance in the past. Yellow leaves slowly burned the fragrance of nirvana and awakened people's noses and brains. Old people smoke these two kinds of cigarettes. Both mind and body have some fun to rest and inhabit.
At this time, every tree is a Huang Jinshu standing in Qiu Guang, standing demurely at the farewell ceremony. They are in harmony with the sunset and sunrise: they stand gracefully and beautifully. Careful observation shows that it is a noble standing posture that human beings can't imitate, which is amazing. They are just rich and talented at this time. Falling with beautiful feathers, just like a group of colorful paratroopers preparing to skydive, discussing and whispering, they will soon release their actions … big trees, small trees and round trees. Trees with crooked shapes are all in this glorious moment. The limit of fullness and maturity and the peak of self-improvement are about to disappear at this moment, leaving ten skeletons supporting the edge of the wilderness.
But has the tree ever been sad?
But do trees ever refuse to leave the fallen leaves?
Of course not. As the silent son of nature, as the messenger of the season and the flag of the land, it is not prepared to escape or migrate. This is its unshirkable responsibility.
When we see a tree on a leaf, even in the distance, we can only see the shadow on the ground, and we will feel that this is a beautiful pleasure given to us by nature. Of course, at that time, we will regret too little. If there were more, if only there were a forest! But after all, it is because of these trees that we have greater expectations.
The extravagant hope for the forest is everyone's memory and attachment to ancient life instinct.
The wilderness is so vast;
The road to wilderness is so long.
What about the trees that were originally stationed in this wilderness? They used to be extremely powerful, like a large corps that could never disappear. Their laughter was dense and noisy, as if they were laughing at all the forces that destroyed them. Moreover, they had birds and many wild animals, and these birds and wild animals did not believe that the forest would make them disappear.
But time has been used;
Time makes people salty, the most powerful.
Mankind has made unremitting efforts. Cutting down a tree with an axe is like killing a soldier. Finally, the whole regiment disappeared and there were no bones left.
Later people, who still remembers the fairy tale of wasteland not long ago? There are many demands about trees, so I'm not going to repeat them.
It suddenly occurred to me that when the last tree on the earth was cut down, human beings must be more developed and more magical. But how will humans copy a tree at that time? Copying a real tree-a tree that will grow rings, sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and its leaves will automatically fall into gold coins-will undoubtedly become a brand-new page in the history of science if someone can do it.
But what an interesting page this will be!
Therefore, be respectful to trees-from now on, be respectful to any tree, just like your boss.
Bi Shumin, the closest tree to the sun.
Thirty years ago. I am a soldier in Ali, Tibet.
It is the third in the world, with an average elevation of 5000 meters. It is full of ice peaks and lonely snowfields. I don't know whether it is the protection of the gods or the negligence of nature. In the folds of the desert, there are sometimes incredible red willows. They have rust-red branches like iron, covered with broken leaves like phoenix feathers, and occasionally produce fine flowers like wheat ears, smiling at the cold and lack of oxygen in this plateau. The elves in this plateau are the closest green trees to the sun, and it takes a hundred years to grow into a small crown. On a medical trip to Tibetan areas, I rode my horse through the light blue red willow, thinking that I would always be with the snow.
One day, the purser assigned the task-all the firewood!
I thought I heard wrong. Above the plateau, where is the firewood? !
It turned out that it was driving hundreds of kilometers to dig out the red willow and burn it as firewood.
I was shocked and said, if you dig the red willow, won't the only tree on the plateau be extinct?
The purser replied, you want to eat, right? Should the rice be cooked? Cooking needs firewood, right? The firewood is red willow, right?
I said, the willow is not firewood, it is alive, it has life. Cooking can use gasoline and coke, why use the only green color on the plateau!
The quartermaster said that pulling a car full of gasoline up the hill would consume two cars of gasoline on the way. When coke is delivered, the price of one catty is equal to six catties of white flour. Mangroves are free. You can calculate this account!
The team that dug the red willow, with shovels, pickaxes and axes, set off in a mighty way.
Red willows usually grow on sand dunes. On the top of a solid sand dune, I stood high and saw a red willow. Its roots are like countless claws of a giant octopus, clinging to the edge of the sand dune.
I want to know, why doesn't Liu Hong find a leeward place to go to cats? It's not that hard to live. The veteran said, you put the cart before the horse. It's not the red willow on the sand dune, it's because it fixes the quicksand. With the gradual growth of red willows, more and more quicksand was fixed and finally gathered into a sand mountain. How wide the roots of red willows are, how big the sand hills are.
Ah, red willows are like icebergs. Only one-tenth of the sand is exposed, and great power is buried underground.
The real tenacity of red willow is its strong root system. They are like coiled metal, strong and tough, and bonded with sand like reinforced concrete. Once it burns, it continuously and steadily spits out a blazing flame, as if the light obtained from the sun for thousands of years were compressed and burst out. In the golden red flame, every willow root has maintained its intricate shape for a long time, like a proud and unyielding soul.
Digging out the roots of willow trees from sand dunes involves a terrible amount of work. Mangroves and land depend on each other for life and death, so it will take people a few days to dig out most of the sand hills first. In this way, the red willow branches jumped across the wilderness powerfully, like a hollow dinosaur skeleton. At this time, please ask the most powerful person to cut off the last connection between this living giant root carving and the earth with a sharp axe. The whole willow tree suddenly fell down.
After years of logging, people first look for those delicate red willows, because it is more labor-saving. But year after year, the easy-to-dig red willow disappeared, leaving only the oldest tree essence.
The construction period of digging sand mountain is getting longer and longer, and the most energetic young man also broke his old arm. So people came up with a high-tech method-using explosives!
Just dig a deep alley at the root of the willow tree and put the gunpowder in it with a shelf. People squatted down from a distance and lit long medicine twists. After a profound silence, there was only a bang, and the deep tree monsters scattered.
We had a delicious meal. This year, we can see the sand dunes dug out with red willows last year, as if the wounded whose eyes were gouged out were still wide open and glaring at the sky. But this shocking sight won't last long. By the third year, the sand dunes had disappeared, as if there had never been any ancient trees here for thousands of years, and hundreds of millions of gravel had accumulated.
According to people who have been to Ali recently, the red willow forest has long been dug up and burned, and even the roots are gone.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, I suddenly think of the aborigines on the plateau. Where do their souls live in the clouds now? Think of the once fixed yellow sand. Has it drifted all over the world? Dust and fog rising from the roof usually fly far away.