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2018年06月19日
Meet the acacia tree

Memory is always good, it is a kind of reappearance of the past, like a movie, one by one, so clear. It seems that I have reached the age of memories, and I often associate scenes with scenes, and some images of life emerge, which makes you unable to stop.


Said yesterday going to class in high school, entered the school gate, I suddenly have a new found that hospital doors on each side with a huge banyan tree flower, stem and branches with another tree is not special, but this flower is special, so delicate and charming, where did I see? I'm sure I have.


I asked the two teachers who answered me, what is the name of the tree? It consists of fine "fine hair", like the feathers of a peacock. Color is needless to say, that kind of let you see the red that fascinates you immediately, have the temptation that cannot say come. According to the data, this kind of tree is called ghost tree, and its flowers are called ghost flowers because its beauty tortures you like a devil. She's a banshee! Said I will not be afraid, "liao zhai zhi yi", "monsters more lovely than the gentleman", my memory, no extraordinary story, just seen such flowers, if there is no such a flower, perhaps not so deep memory.


My mind is a journey across time and space. Into my earliest memories of the flower is in the home of the southwest, the four hundred - year - old village, living with my fellows, I always think of my hometown, before four hundred, local ancestors in the choice of reason, a vast expanse of the great plains, only one or two families, like the seeds of a tree, to the history of the wind and rain blowing on the land, then take root, blossom and bear fruit, year after year, the four seasons samsara, endless. This is my imaginary, to my life here, my family is very into scale, single is my Cousins have dozens of people, among them, the grace of my elder brother is nagato long, he lived in a village in the north, the back of the yard, there is a piece of land for building house, the field has a basal pit, the pit just grew a tree on the edge of flower, blossom each year, is the most beautiful scenery in the village! The trees were small and not very tall, and the children could climb to the top of them. At that time, people called it ficus, I thought it was called "flannelette tree" more image, the flowers of flannelette. It was not until later that I read shi tiesheng's collection of essays, "me and the altar of the earth", and there was an article in memory of my mother, "the tree of joy", that I knew that this kind of tree was the ficus tree as I said. It's an amazing coincidence!


The writer shi tiesheng said in his essay "hometown" that the hometown is a history, and the story of the father and the countryman forgotten by history is literature. Yes, the hometown still exists, and the stories everyone experiences are taken away by individuals. Just like the tree is no longer there, but the tree in my heart is still thriving.


On May 30, my nephew got married, and all of us who worked away from home came home to congratulate him. When relatives and neighbors gather together, the long distance between them will add to their homesickness. One day, I met my brother and sister-in-law, meet their family that does not say, grace elder brother and sister-in-law is just back from work in the city's son, both of spirit is good, sister-in-law said, brother just do a small operation, between the waist dish is a little small problems. I asked my brother by the way how old he was, and he still smiled unkindly and said he was 67. The 67 - year - old? Yeah, my brother all the year lead half hundred, I don't look old, when they got married, I have to rob the guns, then, who also don't know what marriage is how to return a responsibility, there is sweet to eat, children are not around, I told them my memories, and the tree behind his home. Elder brother I 15 years old, I am the child beside him. He likes to raise birds. There is a birdcage hanging on the branches of the big jujujube tree in the courtyard. Then he smiled again, his thin face wrinkled and his eyes narrowed. That year he took me to the field to catch worms, bollworms, beanworms and so on a long time can catch a big bottle, his family has a bug - chopping board, broken, feed birds. I was running with him for a long time, just waiting to get home and feed the birds. Childhood without books and toys always gives children unlimited creativity.


The beautiful acacia tree of that time, and now I have the pathos. My brother and I, who grew up with the beautiful ficus, also lost our youth. Our hair fell down like the dry branches of autumn. Later on, the brothers met many of the old people who were ill in the hospital, the old people who died, the days of running home, the younger generation gathered together. In ordinary days, they are busy with their own homes. Life is getting heavier and heavier.


However, the same acacia tree, growing in school, has changed its meaning dramatically. There are peach blossoms in spring and wutong in summer. Last time I attended class, I was greeted by the wutong flowers full of trees and the wutong incense in the courtyard. This time, it's the acacia tree. A delicate drop of fleece! Let people linger, let people dream. Full of youthful vitality, dressed up the beautiful campus in the interior, reflecting the smiling faces of students from one year to another!


Summer is hot, ficus is colourful, sound catchy, quiet campus. An encounter, the memory forever!
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