Chapter 37 Chant

All trees are drawn with "dots", only willows are drawn with "lines". Other trees always have flowers or fruits, but only willows vacantly shed some useless white catkins. The other trees are telegrams arranged in tight codes, and only willows are sparse knotted notes. Other trees are suitable for flower arrangement or decoration, only willow, which is suitable for breaking willows in Baling to send off. The willow is almost obsolete, the willow is almost old, the willow has no practical value—except beauty.Willow is not a craftsman's tree, it is a poet's tree, a lover's tree.There are fewer and fewer willows. Every time I see a willow, I will hold my breath and stare nervously-I am afraid that one day I will forget the willow.I am afraid that one day I will have to go to the dictionary when I read Bai Juyi's "Where to think before spring, Liu Wuli Wei Wang mentions", or Wei Zhuang's "Eye Yan Mo Mo Liu Wu Wu".

Willows can never make a forest, they are destined to be plants on the embankment, and there are some things that are useless to look in the dictionary. What kind of annotations can make us understand the willows of Sudi. How lush and beautiful the willows are like the heavy curtains of smoke and jade. Willow slivers are used to stretching into the water to entangle the quiet cloud shadows and moonlight in the water.It often captures a complete water moon skillfully, and its technique is much more subtle than that of Li Bai. There are countless leaf buds called "blue eyes" hidden in the soft stalks of spring willows. When those eyes are opened, a few veins of green leaves will be sprayed out. Within a few days, all the grain-like blue eyes will be dismantled.Some people suspect that there are precious stones under the roots of the rainbow, but I always suspect that there are emeralds under the roots of the willow tree—otherwise, where can the willow tree absorb so much pure green?

All flowering trees appear to be female, only the kapok is male. The kapok tree is dry and wrinkled. For some reason, it produces such white and soft kapok, and it slowly falls from the branches with an incredible grace. Kapok is frighteningly large, and it is a dazzling orange red color. When it blooms, it doesn’t even need a single leaf as a backdrop, like a bowl of red yeast rice wine, poured into a rough pottery bowl, fieryly, there is an unreasonable feeling. His posture is beautiful. The branches may be very dry, and the roots are all pimples, like a distended hand--the brachi is dry, the arm is dry, even the elbows, wrists, fingers and fingernails are dry--to the sky Begging for something, tearing something.And when it's dry to the extreme, the branches burst open, and the kapok is almost like a flame spit out from a dry and cracked wound.

Kapok often grows extremely tall. I first saw a kapok tree in Guangzhou that year. I don’t know if it was because I was so young, but I always thought it was the tallest tree in the world. Cantonese call it a hero tree.In the park in early summer, we were exhausted to pick up the newly fallen kapoks. Perhaps the trees several feet high were too tall for us, and we felt that each cluster of kapoks was a cloud with broken wings in the clear sky. When the kapok falls behind, the leaves of the kapok tree become thicker day by day. The kapok tree has finally become ordinary, and everyone is at ease. At least until next spring, under the cover of green leaves, it will no longer expose the kind that makes people feel uncomfortable. The strange beauty that makes people anxious.

One morning in March, I went to National Taiwan University to listen to a lecture on "Ci and Painting". After listening to the speech, I walked through the "authority" in the room and hurried out, amazed that the sunshine at eleven o'clock was so soft and flawless—but maybe perfection is also a kind of deficiency, which makes people feel sad. But the landscape on the slide just now is suddenly far away, the color of those silks and those drawing papers are as dull as a box of long-standing incense.Only the scene in front of me was so real that it forced me to a tree full of small white flowers. A girl from the Department of Plants walked by and said to me: "This flower is called a tassel."

The flowers are very slender, and even the fragrance is slender. Once the wind blows, the ground will be covered with a layer of slender white, but for some reason, the flowers on the tree are not missing.I feel sorry for all the frail and weak beauties, always worrying that they will not exist in the next second. In the rushing campus, who would stop for those little pink flowers? I don't like the empty name of "tassels" very much, it sounds as if those are hanging, but in fact, those flowers are all open upwards, and each one blooms in a cross shape that is gently raised upwards - I like the flowers of the cruciferous family, The four petals that intersect so simply, each petal is at the most regular ninety degrees, has a simple and sincere beauty-like a four-character novel.

If I were to give that flower tree a name, I would call it The Book of Songs. It has a beautiful four-word tree. One day at noon, while sitting in the car of the Highway Bureau, I suddenly heard a false alarm. The car immediately turned around and evacuated to a road that I don't know. For a moment, there seemed to be a phantom of war emerging under the strangely blue sky-of course, everyone knew that they were safe, so they were more in the mood to imagine their own disaster journey. Since it is spring, it seems that there is a sense of wandering unconsciously.Seasons Like most writers, the first season is always a gorgeous romance, and this protruding anti-aircraft maneuver is almost a bit of outing fun, planning the next outing on its own without anyone's consent.

The car came to a strange corner, stopped suddenly, and everyone got out of the car. There was no picnic box, so we had to chew on the landscape. The sky was still blue, so blue that everything became extraordinarily transparent.There is a low-eaved house at the parking lot, and several gardenias with double petals are planted by the fence. The soft white color is a little bit of honey in the big bucket of milk.Carve out a river of fragrance in the roasting of the sun. If the fragrance of flowers also had color, the rivers dug by the fragrance of roses would be red, and the rivers dug by the fragrance of gardenias would be white, but sometimes white is stronger and more shocking than red.

Perhaps because there are single-petal gardenias in this world, the double-petal gardenias appear to have more petals than ordinary double-petal flowers.Like many piles of waves, rushing together, entangled and unable to tear apart, forming a bunch of flowers-this is the myth of gardenia! The false all-clear alarm was sounded shortly after, everyone got into the car, and the car followed the right path and sent everyone to the normal life they should live. The petals of incense are left in the unknown fence, and they are fragrant in vain. The bud is the chrysalis, a concentrated beauty undisclosed and uncocooned.Flower buds are the lantern riddles of the first month, and there can be a thousand answers before the guess is correct.The flower bud is a fetus, it seems to be ignorant, but sometimes it likes to prove itself with strong fetal movement.

The beauty of a flower lies in its creation out of nothing, in its endless changes.Sometimes, overnight, the flowers fall apart, and sometimes, in half a morning, the flowers get fat. The beauty of the flowers is not all in the color and fragrance, but in the unbelievable.I like to sit on the epiphyllum in full bloom, but in fact, the epiphyllum is not a very beautiful flower. Its beauty lies in the desert association of its cactus life experience and the mourning it brings to people when it dies suddenly, but The dismantling of epiphyllum is a kind of solid beauty, like a love story, the beauty lies in the process, not in the ending.There is a kind of big moon-yellow epiphyllum called "Queen of One Night", every time it trembles, there will be a sudden sound, like the sound of embroidery needles piercing after the embroidery tensioner is stretched, and all the delicate wicks will suddenly disappear. Just followed by a shock, that scene often makes people dare not look at it for a long time - after watching it for a long time, I can't help but believe the saying of Huajinghuapo.

I often leave before the flowers are in full bloom. As soon as the flower opening stops, death begins. One day, when I am old and unable to watch the costumes, I would like to use a bunch of small spring mulberry pillows as a telegraph, listen to the telegrams from the flowers and plants, and know the music of the costumes every night. There are many beautiful flowers on the clothes in spring, and there are many strange fragrances for incense, but what really sews spring is still the most simple cotton thread—— The newly born grain field, the winter wheat, the grass growing everywhere, the wind blowing all the time, the occasional egret in the wind, the yellow cauliflower at the feet of the egret, and the confusing yellow butterflies in the cauliflower bushes. Just like people, some flowers are famous, valuable, and have a track record, but some are not. Those flowers with no rank spin the real spring.People who appreciate spring often go to see the famous flowers, but real connoisseurs would rather scrutinize the needles and threads of spring clothes. Zhajiangcao often launches those small amethyst wine clocks in a dumping manner, but it is never crude.There is a kind of meager small yellow flower that blooms awe-inspiringly. In late spring, it also joins the ranks of throwing away white catkins, and is responsible for creating the melancholy that should be in late spring.There is also a small poisonous grass flower, so white that it is almost like pear blossoms--one can't help feeling conflicted, because you don't know whether to pray to keep it as a small white flower, or turn it into a red strawberry.How many miracles are contained in the little strawberry.How taupe branches grow out of the brown-black soil, how dark green leaves overflow from the taupe branches, how pearly white flowers emerge from among the dark green leaves, and how the pearly white flowers have been tempered into a piece of jadeite. The bitter emerald, and how that emerald was finally exchanged into a round and sweet ruby. There are many unknown trees, unknown flowers and plants in spring, and the indescribable beauty is completed in the unknown needle building in spring. "Once, I received a very beautiful little card, I hung it on the wall in front of my desk, looked at it for a whole year, then sighed, put it away, and put it in a beloved book , I deeply feel that a kind of concern is infinite, and a kind of eternal expectation is like a Nazarene more than 1,900 years ago. Looking at the world with such a special eye, the world will never be the same again. It's the same. When a seed falls, the earth should tremble. Maybe green onions will cover it forever. How can I express the trembling I feel? May you live in him! May you always be his choice of!" What a beautiful story I would have lost if I had spared a word of thanks!