The most naive cactus

The weather was cloudy and sunny, and there was a hailstorm the day before yesterday. I hid in the car to avoid the rain and did nothing. There was a very dense voice in my heart, and the voices of some noisy little girls rang out: After the Grain Rain, it will be summer. . But in fact, it was the first time that I didn't look forward to summer so much. I asked so hastily and so cautiously. In fact, my heart was saying, after the Grain Rain, will spring leave me?

During this period of time, when I go out by taxi, I often hear the same broadcast in the car, to the effect that it is easy to feel tired and weak in the spring, and remind drivers and passengers to remember to always open the windows for ventilation to ensure safe travel. This broadcast made a deep impression on me. Every time I got into the car, I would start waiting unconsciously. The voice came as promised, and then my body slackened. I slumped against the back of the seat, and excitedly pressed the window to let the wind blow in. , People keep their eyes fixed, wanting to take a good look at this lethargic April.

I went to Heshun today to shoot, and I decided to set off at noon. When the sun was at its highest, the feeling of fatigue that had lasted for a long time was even stronger. It was soft, but it felt like a scene in spring.

I have written about Heshun before. This is one of my favorite places in this city. Emotionally, I regard it as my home and my hometown. I am inexplicably attached to this place, and it is rightly so.

Driving out of the city and passing by the foot of the mountain, I was shivering with hallucinatory cold, but in the distance I saw a vast field and it was spring again. The rapeseed flowers have withered, but there are still large areas of green and yellow, transitioning to the blue sky, distant mountains and mirror-like clear and translucent paddy fields.

Our destination stretches along the field, past the traffic lights and straight ahead, as if the end of the field is Heshun. But I thought to myself, I don’t have to go that far. It is a pilgrimage site for tourists. For me, I just need to turn right at the gas station and I will arrive at my aunt’s house, which is also my home. But today I want to "pass the door without entering" and go straight to the scenic spot. But no matter where it is, it is Heshun, and they all have a common name, which makes people not too chaotic in retrospect.

"Heshun", the name is like an anchor. Whether it is a memory or a discussion, it must be thrown first, and then it can be successfully connected to the jujube tree at the entrance of the village in winter, rapeseed flowers and wheat fields in spring, and rainy season and summer in summer. Lotus, what is autumn, I haven't had time yet. But I love it so much, I hope it will understand in the fall and remember me in the fall.

We parked the car and walked along the main road to the gate. The fields on both sides were originally planted with strawberries, but we won’t miss it at this time, and we won’t have the opportunity to pick them until next year. Heshun is a place surrounded by volcanoes. The middle is flat and open. There are egrets flying in the fields with white wings. Occasionally I meet a whole one, and I feel shocked. I feel that this little guy is bigger than you think, it is enough to cover the sky and the sun. pair of wings.

Every time I just walk here, I will think of many ancient poems I recited when I was a child. It is very crowded, and all of a sudden they pop up. I don’t know which scene to describe first. "Egret flying in desert paddy fields, oriole flying in shaded summer trees", "Egret flying in front of Xisai Mountain, mandarin fish fat in peach blossom flowing water". It's okay to think this way, standing in the crowded verse, digesting it only in the lonely heart, if you recite it all to the people in your peers, it is probably a very funny scene. Who is Heshun then? Poets have probably never been to Heshun before. We can only reach the same goal in the imagination of "beauty".

Probably all tourist cities are the same. After the epidemic, no tourists came in, and the situation of the scenic spot fell to the bottom. But I feel like Heshun is different because people live here, for hundreds of years, long before tourists arrive. Tourists come or do not come, they have to continue to live. Day after day, the wheat still grows, and the rapeseed can be harvested after a while. Maybe two little pigs will come back to raise, and when the little pigs grow up, another year will pass, year after year.

A river flows in front of the gate of Heshun, and there are two bridges on the river. The name is also very appropriate, called "Shuanghong". In the past, there was no trouble with the heavy traffic. Now one bridge can only be passed by people, and the other is reserved. It can be passed by electric vehicles, motorcycles, and tricycles. Larger vehicles cannot, in order to protect the bridge itself.

Surrounded by green trees, looking at the river from the bridge, water birds swept across the river, spreading their white wings, in a field of flowers, red and willows, it is difficult not to notice. Orchid is parasitic on the willow tree. When I saw it in winter, I was still worried that the tree would die soon. Unexpectedly, when spring comes, and seeing such a vibrant scene, they support each other and grow together like good friends. This river and this place are their home. When it's wet and stuffy, there will be a cool breeze blowing, the leaves are rattling, attracting birds to sing; there is also a lot of rain, because there is an extremely long rainy season here, and the trees will probably not be hungry and thirsty. season.

I like standing on the bridge the most, and I feel like I can't get enough of it. I remembered that my aunt told me that when she was a child, she took a bamboo raft to cross this river when she went to school and went straight down the river. When she got to the bottom of the bridge, a few of her companions became excited, eager to try and jump on the tree that was lying on the river. , and then rushed back to the bamboo raft and continued to drift down the river. Coincidentally, this river is indeed called "Shun River", which may have both "shun" in "harmony" and "living along the river".

On the bridge and on the roadside, there are people who carry baskets to sell Songhua cakes, neat and lovely small squares, all placed on lotus leaves, and there is a faint aroma when approached. I haven't eaten it for a long time, but now that I describe it, there are several kinds of cakes that can be compared in my mind. It looks like a sweet-scented osmanthus cake, because it has a golden layer, and it melts in the mouth like a cloud cake.

As soon as we entered the library, we welcomed the first tour group. The tour guide stood under the library, holding a loudspeaker and reciting a series of tour guide words, telling tourists how much local people value reading, but I felt dull. . But I really like some corners in the library, the flower stand at the door, the stone table, even standing in front of the railing, you can read, put down the book, you can see the distant mountains, fields, scattered houses, pedestrians on the stone slab , old people in twos and threes enjoying the shade under the tree. Entering the door, there is a large garden, the trees block the sky, and the low shrubs are lively and crowded. If you want to water the innermost potted plants, you will have to get out of the tree. There are plum trees in the yard, or plum trees, which have already produced fruit. Orchid and dendrobium are still parasitized on the trees. A yellow clump and a purple one are like necklaces growing on the trees. I used to see people reading books and taking naps in the sun in the garden, and it felt like this was the library itself.

Walking up a slope, I saw a few plum trees beside the road bearing fruit. Later, I stopped at a friend’s house who sold tea. The hostess brought out a plate of crystal clear bitter plums. I deliberately went to "steal" the plums on the roadside. She also smiled and said that as long as it grows on the side of the road, it can be picked. My colleague loves bitter plums. When he drove to the reservoir before, he saw green fruits on the side of the road with sharp eyes. He even wanted to stop the car to pick some, but when he got closer, he realized it was cherries.

It seems that the highest place is the former residence of Ai Siqi. Who would climb such a steep slope to live here, but when they really reach the door and have a panoramic view of the Yuanlong Pavilion, they understand the beauty of living here. Bamboo forests seem to grow randomly, without any rules. Standing on the side of the road, I saw a clump of nasturtium. This is the name I just learned. At the time, I just thought it was a peacock flower or a copper coin grass, and it felt very common.

Entering the yard, it was like another world, very quiet, and the clamor of Songhua cakes, balloons, and fishing nets all disappeared. There is only a corridor filled with cannonball flowers, which leads from the side to the main entrance. In the middle is a symmetrical round flower bed, which grows some very "demon" plants that are common in hot areas. On the right is a bush, and a note of "temporary isolation point" is posted on the wall next to the flower bed. I think this is the quietest isolation point, if there are not many people and it is crowded.

There are some potted plants at the entrance of the side door. The most striking one is a cactus, which is about to rise above the wall. The words from the past remain on the wall, Han Yong is innocent. To be honest, I don't know exactly what it means, but these words together make me feel good. Literally, it is probably related to innocence. I can't help but imagine that the most "innocent" here may be this cactus, which grows upward without distractions and has no worries about where to go.

Unknowingly, we strolled into the evening, and we stayed in Heshun for dinner, next to Longtan in Jiaoxi River. I only now know the name of Tanshui. I just remember walking to the top of the former residence of Ai Siqi, standing at the door and looking down, the pool water is green and blue in the bamboo forest. The name "Banana Stream" is very suitable. When passing by the water, the companions chatted in dialect, and vaguely heard them say that the fish in the reservoir jumped, but they couldn't catch them. I began to imagine Fan Shihu's poem again, "Lightning thunder outside the willows, rushing for a few bursts, the rain flies fast... Amidst the waves of the flute and drums, the fish jumped up." "Jumping the fish to stand" turned out to be a description of such a scene, not an exaggeration.

Coincidentally, we ate fish in the evening, facing Jiaoxi Longtan, the curtain was lowered to block the sun, and the children ran around as if they were not tired at all. The boss looks like a typical frontier woman. I don't know how to describe it. He is very enthusiastic and has a good-looking smile. Some people sat under a tree to invite guests to dinner, and there was a table full of them, chatting until it was dark. But here is the west side, and the sun sets very late, so I always feel that there is still a lot of time and I can see many friends.

The second half of Fan Shihu's poem is, "The mountains are reflected, the clouds are thousands of layers, and the boats are like leaves. There are clear lings and peach roots. Forget the wandering places in the world, and don't let your worries go in. Ren Bi A tube, a ten-zhang roll of golden waves, a long whale sucking", I think it is also very appropriate to describe the scenery of Heshun at this time, so let's just end it here.