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I still remember when I was very younge people planting the
willow in front of the door in every spring, it is the thing that I
liked doing the most in the spring. Almost half time tide over in
the troops of the south of the Five Ridges. Many masson pine,
heterogeneous to think tree, many bajiao banana forest, many palm
and little leaf eucalyptus outside the mountain range, scarce plant
that the willow has become rare to see. In the homeland, there are
places of water, there is willow; Someone's place, there is willow;
Every place of the village, the willow grows into forest. Green
willow green to pass dream of me, flicker happiness for childhood,
leave I eternity infatuated.
When every spring come, the little it flies to the swallow, the
oblique wind combs the willow, in different poses and with
different expressions, pleasing. If it is fine, I always like
carrying a book to linger on the tree, borrows that light yellow
vivid green setting off, either look and watch intently or bow
one's head and hesitate, " students ham and sing while taking a
stroll and pursue " to sketch the contours of one pair affectedly
,Gain reputation by deception and win one " Insatiable of
learning and enterprising " Good reputation. So I initial
honor and a initial one false to engrave in the first willow shadow
deeply, become history had no way of changing.
Wait until transplanting rice seedlings and sowing cotton season,
the osiery is more graceful, the breeze strokes the face to come,
white cotton fiber face empty one after another, how much does it
appear simple and elegant when being fresh, I like roaming
leisurely among the forest even more. Or young swallow oriole wear,
fly during that time, sound its mild and indirect, add how much "
whether osiery smell warblers " Interest and charm. If that green
Yang has out the red man's green daughter of season of several
pairs of loves by the dyke of Bai Sha outside the smoke, haunt
during that time in cheerful chatting of the joyous song, then the
artistic conception is far-reachinger and longer. Many years later,
I am still addicted to the willow shadow like drawing, a heart
often quivers for that jade green metre in verse.
The osiery in summer is more interesting. Remembering having a
summer holiday as a child, so long as the adults field, little
partners wove and became and disguised caps with green willow one,
hide, in osiery, treat osiery as battle field, enable the rural
scenery make and liven up and nervous. We imagine and intention
extremely to the limit, deduce out excellent fight stories. Every
place of the village, give birth to a multitude of heroes; The leaf
bottom of end of the branch, crisis-ridden; Who keep calm, expose,
come from shape is can cold to hit with gun enemy immediately. That
" " Shots produce since lips small that is ruddy of two
slices,seem extremely clear and melodious and moving. And as it
always goes, " The rifle " ,It is just that tender and lovely
a small and exquisite a kind of gesticulation which means the palm
symbolizes, so " fight " like the willow buddings There is no
bloody and terror definitely. If someone removes and disguises caps
to leave the covered place, that proves he has already " died a
hero's death " . Worshipped heroes limitlessly as a child, devotion
was indomitable, even if the companions all sacrificed one's life
bravely, so long as still have a person and a rifle left, the war
would not be concluded. Certainly, who is " hit by a bullet" at
first ,Who is the idiot, must serve as the Japanese devil hated in
the next fight by people; Who insists on the end, who is the hero,
will become the commander of Eighth Route Army who the people loved
indisputably. Pass several times " Fight desperately with a
weapon " ,Or see it has been already late, or see the smoke
from kitchen chimneys fly away, the osiery and involution is
peaceful. At this moment no matter the persons who are given birth
to of the vanquished of the victor the dead, will avoid the sight
that adults blame, step on, break to pieces one place the setting
sun, withdraw troops, answer camp silently, spread the homework
out, hold the books, assume a diligent and eager to learn knowledge
look. And those cherish the fierce defeated general strongly, long
for another day for fight.
While stopping a soldier and fighting too, either the rain is
inconvenient on day, or it is scorching, or standing grain needs to
dredge up water plants and cuts firewood, demonstrate a peaceful
scene in the osiery.
Wait until when returning to school and resuming classes soon, the
lotus leaf will prop up the canopy round and round and dance with
fine willow branches, the continuous fragrance of overflowing of
the lotus, Joan forest infantile convulsion, carries on one's
shoulder or back and reflects the willow in the pool, the graceful
bearing of the willow township is ampler. The oar sound place,
swing in green Yang Ying out the flat boat of several leaves, red
green green girls moan the wonderful and graceful and melodious
complexion lotus song, blue sky green water, blue and green pieces
of green leaves, willow eyes glistening light of waves, lotus the
people, tease favor think particularly. Or there are carps to jump
the wave, goose's duck, paddle, gull's egret's bright wing, white
sail arrive at a distance, interweave but the peculiar ambience of
the South into smooth people's joyous color of water and appear.
This is a unique elegant view of willow township, and the strict
graceful bearing romantic charm of generation definitely of Chuo
which can't be duplicated and imitated in any other places.
At this time, war years have already passed by, little partners'
interest has not been in the osiery yet, but the figure which is up
to the girls like the colored butterfly drifts into the willow pool
lotus pool. Plucking the water chestnut and picking a light often a
carelessness of girls that sings of lotus ditty, the naughty hands
that will be being stretched out by the gunnel of ship are being
dragged into the mire, " attack Tong " A sound of water is
loud, song breaks sometimes, the laugh rises from all around. If
boy and drowning girl stretching out one's hand have no friendship,
must be cursed roundly at once by one; If that girl likes that boy,
must retreat on the bank, roll over a wicker, pursue and attack
grinningly. Though I am not used to getting a trashing and
scolding, only watch the fighting from the ramparts, the one that
conciliated me excitingly truly on errant day is lonely that. Wait
until the South shake fall, osiery yellow leaf full, and sweet
potato familiar with, fallen leaf that become kind material to cook
over a slow fire sweet potato. The partners smooth out a pile of
dead leaves, steal several sweet potatoes, begin the picnic in
childhood silently. Though we know that fire the fire on the vacant
lot, still let the adults worry incomparably, I'm afraid a
carelessness burns and fires the osiery, so often chased by the
adult. My father is more severe than others, if I participate in
the similar activity, must be punished by beating. But he hits him,
I play with me, the pain of getting a trashing can not block the
enticement picnicking after all.
In snowy day, the partners will all wear the cap, go to the village
simultaneously, step on Joan's tranquility of the forest of the
broken cajaput with the rain shoes, see the willow of snow, pile
snowmans, have a snowball fight, have that age can tell you some
snow legend for day alsoing a little bigger, everybody is crazy and
bantering there, smile piece constantly fine. Laugh that pass
through space-time, until the fact that I grow to manhood, until
the fact that I leave so garden, say good-bye to three Hunan 4 ink,
drift year in year out in the towns and villages all over the
country until I gallop along on horseback, still reverberate by my
ear. Over the past a lot of years, remember the fellow countrymen
that cultivated earnestly on the yellow land once seeing Hunan sons
and younger brothers me deep and clearly; I remember the willow
conditions and customs of north native place of Hunan to hear the
clear musical sound of sound of Hunan. I love homeland, me for
loving willows. Gentle beautiful graceful fine willow branches that
involve I pass by childhood and teenager, drift time homesick
feelings to conciliate me.
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