The lotus pond, just next to the intersection where I want to go home, is now full of water, full and rich, and the water surface is sparkli
The lotus pond, just next to the intersection where I want to go home, is now full of water, full and rich, and the water surface is sparkling. However, I have seen it in its original appearance, when I was fifteen.
Fifteen years old, the lotus pond is dry, and the bleak wind caresses its naked skin, making a purring sound. The river bed is covered with big stones, which have been cut by the undercurrent at the bottom of the water for years and turned into grotesque rockeries.
In these rockeries, I found something that looked like a cow's head, lying quietly on the outer edge of the pond. But I didn't just remember. What I remember is the teenager who can't see his face clearly and a sweet and sad mood that I can't catch.
I fell in love with a shadow, a shadow in the attic. That shadow is behind my house.
As soon as it was dark, the light in the attic came on and his shadow appeared on the wall. He sat motionless, as if writing something, and the long sea hung down, covering half his face, determined and handsome.
I looked at him motionless through a wall and didn't even dare to blink. I'm afraid he'll disappear in the blink of an eye.
It was not until the lights went out and his shadow was submerged by the thick night that I turned around and waited for the next darkness. I can't see him during the day, and even if I do, I dare not look him in the eye. I am afraid that my mind will be seen through by him, and I am afraid that he will laugh at me.
That day, I seemed to see him in the lotus pond-maybe not him, too far away. Since I fell in love with him, I often fantasize that he will appear everywhere I pass.
A back, a side face and a white shirt are all his; A flower, a leaf and a grass all left traces of his fingertips.
I hope he can find me and gradually see my elegant posture. I hope he can hear my magnetic voice and feel my indescribable infatuation until … until he also falls in love with me.
However, that day, he just sat quietly on the rockery with a book in his hand (or not), looking lonely. Several companions and I were laughing and playing there, picking up clouds of mud and throwing them at each other, and then laughing and chasing among the rockeries.
The wind filled the lotus pond with the girl's silvery laughter. However, he doesn't seem to like the noise, as if he were disturbed by us. He jumped off the stone and left with his head down without looking at us.
I looked at his back and suddenly felt a sense of loss. The original happiness is like the tide, which suddenly recedes, leaving only the wind in the lotus pond. All the friends around me are laughing and joking, but my heart is frosted and I am drifting away from his back.
Now it's all over! Just like I don't know when to start, and I don't know when to end in the future. I can't remember his appearance now, but my heart is still full of that kind of sour and sweet feeling, just like biting a green apple, which is a bit astringent and a bit sweet.
Maybe I don't love him or miss him, but my first budding heart, I just can't bear to abandon it.
Peach trees crawl at the entrance to the village. It is low but pampered, trying to stretch out countless twisted branches around and bring the earth into its own shadow as much as possible.
On holidays, the trees are very lively, and many people come to worship with cooked pig heads, whole chickens and other foods. They folded their hands devoutly, muttered to themselves, and clearly read out the names of a large family one by one, praying for the blessing of Bodhisattva.
After they left, most of the sweets and snacks or small money "eaten" by the Bodhisattva went to Xiong Haizi.
Naughty, I like staying on peach trees best. In early summer, a fragrant peach blossom is blooming among the lush green leaves of trees.
White petals, a group of finely divided stamens, clean and clear. Find a slightly straight trunk and lie down, and lean your head on another curved and protruding branch, and you will have a good bed.
Hide between flowers and green leaves, close your eyes, feel the fragrant wind blowing on your face, and listen to the birds singing under the tree, not to mention how comfortable it is.
When you are bored, pick a peach blossom and chew it slowly in your mouth. A slightly astringent but fragrant smell pervades the mouth, and I feel that every pore on my body has been ironed.
When all the flowers on the tree fall, the peach tree bears a small fruit with a dry stamen on its tail. Wild peach trees grow in the wild. When they mature, their fruits are very small, not as big as table tennis.
However, in those years of poverty and hunger, such things are very rare and delicious for us! Often the fruit is not ripe, it will be picked up or beaten by the wind and rain.
Immature peaches are as hard as stones and too astringent to swallow, but we always try again and again until we pick all the green fruits from the tree. For many years, I hardly found a ripe peach on the tree.
But once, I found a ripe fruit on a twig near the grass. It has an attractive yellow color, hidden in the lush grass, and an ant is crawling around on it.
According to my jumping heart, I stare at it and drool-I'm afraid it's my illusion. However, it just hung quietly on the branch, did not disappear, and did not become something else. I'm sure my luck has come!
I quickly looked around and found that no one noticed me, so I reached out and twisted the fruit into my hand as quickly as a thief.
I found a secret place, wiped the fruit over and over again, smelled it again and again, and then chewed it bit by bit like a mouse, so that the soft and sweet taste could stay in the esophagus as long as possible. ...
Many years later, when I was able to buy a bunch of all kinds of fruits, I could never feel the mood when I first ate peaches! What's more, where the flat peach tree is located, there is now an exquisite small temple with three fierce bodhisattvas in it.
And that peach tree, it is said, was sawed off, dried and burned out, and turned into a wisp of smoke.
The path in the village is very narrow and short, so you can walk home.
What else is in my hometown? There are only three vacant rooms and a broken wall. The wall is covered with loofah vines, tender yellow flowers and thin loofah hanging on it.
However, that wall is too old after all. It can't bear the weight of loofah, which is getting shorter every year. One day, dust to dust, dirt to dirt. By the fence, three peach trees have long since disappeared.
Those three peach trees are the only dazzling things in poor and shabby homes. Every spring, the flowers on the branches bloom vigorously, one after another, one after another, one after another, with the dilapidated mud wall underneath lined with simplicity and mystery.
Walking under the flowers, people also become elegant and have a touch of immortality. Looking at peach blossoms, my heart is always full of spring, and a romantic breath is tossing and turning in my heart. Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
I couldn't help but pick up a handful of water and giggle and pour it on the falling peach. Those beautiful fruits are hung with drops of crystal water, which makes people feel distressed. However, these fruits, like the fate of flat peaches, disappeared before they matured.
Now, it has been cut down, my father said, it has destroyed the feng shui at home, and raising it will bring disaster.
I couldn't see it when it fell to the ground. I was far from my hometown at that time, but I can imagine it falling with all the trees and flowers. That beautiful flower must be covered with mud, dyed white, and the peach tree must be crying.
People don't know where to go, and so do peach blossoms. There are only a few short evergreen trees in that place at present. It is green all the year round. When it comes to flower season, send a strong fragrance to people's noses, making you sneeze one after another.
After crossing this wall, it is naturally the yard. It is as empty as I dreamed, and now it is full of weeds. In the past, we cried in this fairly wide yard, grew up little by little, and then left one by one.
After leaving, I never came back, leaving only the cold wind in the yard.
There is so much to say in this house that I'm afraid I'll never finish it. So we lock up all the past events with a lock, and when I am free, let my heart come back and open it, and let out the childhood stories one by one.
When you come back, it's time to go, just like the best dream always wakes up.
Go out along the back road, pass the dilapidated fence, pass the fish pond, pass the peach tree and pass the lotus pond; After my childhood, after my youth, after everyone cries or laughs. Finally, I stood on the dam of Lianhuatang and looked at the vast water surface and the distant mountains.
When I came back, I couldn't find what I used to look like. I know my heart lives there, and I can only grow old here with the years. I hope there will be an afterlife, goodbye and never see you again. ...