Chapter 6 flower burning willow lying

The lotus in the botanical garden has been exhausted. The willow trees by the lotus pond are green in the late autumn rain. In the past years, I often went for a walk in the lotus pond. Every time I went to the botanical garden to see the lotus, I always noticed the beauty of the lotus, the birth and death of the flowers in the seasons, and felt that the lotus is really a very sexy plant.Some people say that it is pure, but they only noticed when the lotus was in full bloom, and did not see the process from bud to full bloom, or even to the formation of lotus pods.It is between opening and closing, and winter is coming.

Because the lotus is so charming, people almost forget other scenery around them when looking at the lotus.One day I was sitting by the lotus pond, and fell asleep with my head tilted on the cool chair at dusk when the breeze was blowing.When I woke up, I saw the lotus in the pool showing a tired look, and then I saw the willows by the pool, showing a kind of charm at dusk. I thought that no matter how beautiful the lotus is, if it is not accompanied by willows, it will probably be overshadowed.The willow tree usually seems to sleep beside it, lying quietly, but it lives above the seasons. In the winter wind, all the flowers are all gone. Come out, if we look at the willow tree with another mood, we will find that its beauty is not inferior to other flowers.If the lotus flower is an amazing poem, the willow tree is like the longest sentence in the poem, drawing a good conclusion to autumn.

I am a person who loves flowers. Flowers on the soil are an excellent comment. Its shape is so vivid, its colors are so rich, and sometimes it can emit all kinds of attractive fragrances, but there are no long-lasting flowers in the world.Once, I went to Tianwei Township in Changhua County. At that time, autumn was over and the cold of early winter covered the land. The flower farmers in Tianwei had already harvested all the flowers and were waiting for the news of spring.I went to the flower field. This is an incredible scene in the town that has always been known as the capital of flowers.The roses were pruned, leaving bare branches, and the chrysanthemums were all uprooted, full of scars.

The flower farmer who accompanied me to the field told me: "It's unlucky for you to come. You should come in spring. Flowers live in spring." Later, he suggested to see the bonsai, only the bonsai is not adjusted, I refused, Because I'm only interested in what really grows on the ground. The experience of waiting for the spring when all the flowers faded at the end of the field made me think deeply about the spirit of flowers.In the world, we often meet people who are like flowers. They gather their fortunes in a single moment and spread them out. They have an unstoppable light, but they disappear quickly, especially artists. When they were young, they were already It is radiant, but once the years pass, it will disappear when the wild wind blows.

On the contrary, those willow trees that have been standing silently for a long time, when the flowers have all fallen and new flowers have not yet bloomed, the willow trees that originally slept on one side look particularly emerald green.Sometimes the scenery in the eyes has no special meaning, only through the human eyes and the human mind, things can show their extraordinaryness. I am reminded of a story about the Greek mathematician and physicist Archimedes.When the Roman Empire invaded Greece, Archimedes was engrossed in the house covered with a layer of sand, talking to himself and calculating strange geometric figures. A few Roman soldiers rushed in and trampled on the sand roughly. Shocked the figure, and grabbed Archimedes and shouted: "Who are you?"

Archimedes was furious and shouted: "Go away, don't step on my graphics!" The Roman soldiers killed this great mathematician and physicist in a fit of anger.The enlightenment from this story is not his dedication to academic pursuits, but that he only holds a branch in his hand and writes only sand. Branches and sand are such simple things that anyone can use them to write some words, but when they are in the hands of mathematicians, they may leave immortal truths for the world. The story of Archimedes is easy to associate with. I often see a scene: a beautiful morning glory blooms on the bamboo fence. The day is full, but what if there is no bamboo fence?The beautiful morning glory has no place to cling to.

There is another scene in winter, the Christmas reds are all blooming, those flowers are so red as fire, making people forget its green branches, I thought: What if there are no green branches?Christmas red cannot be so beautiful. The difference between a grain of wheat and a pile of hay, no one knows them, but they know each other.The hay dies for the golden color of the wheat, and the wheat dies for the food of man, and sometimes there is really no difference. Pure and beautiful things can sometimes inspire people's strength, but sometimes they can also make people weak.If beauty is not supported by other forces, it is powerless. This is the relationship between lotus and willow.

I feel more and more that our society will go in the direction of burning like a flower. Material life is becoming more and more abundant, civilization has become a form, and people are immersed in the enjoyment of material desires. In such a world, everyone is vying to be a lotus. Who is willing to be a willow, who is willing to be a twig and sars in the hands of a mathematician? — November 18, 1981