Jia Pingwa: A small peach tree.

At that moment when I was prone to the ground, I suddenly saw a budding bud on the top of the tree, bright yellow and bright red, swaying in the wind, shaking all over with rain, but it didn't fall, like the indicator light on the waterway in the wind and waves, flashing bright yellow.

-Jia Pingwa

I often want to write some articles for my little peach tree, but I never wrote a word. Am I too fond of it? Am I indifferent to pity? I don't know what the strange reason is, but I often repent and comfort myself, saying: I should write something to it.

It rained so heavily this evening that I was a little surprised. When I get up in the morning, it's dripping, and I'm happy to say: Spring rain is as expensive as oil; Come so early this year! While letting the rain wet my hair, I sang Du Fu's "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", and even wanted to go for a leisurely outing in the fields. It rained heavily, but it was not the tenderness of spring at all. It rained all day. I closed Chai Men deeply, sat down by the window and watched my little peach tree shivering in the wind and rain. The slender life is shining, the branches are already flustered, the peach blossoms fall one by one, most of them are trapped in the mud, and they swirl in the yellow water at three or two. Ah, it's much older and thinner. Yesterday, its clear face completely faded. Pity that it is too young, pity that it just bloomed for the first time! I can't bear to watch it anymore. I'm so helpless. Alas, how arrogant and reserved I used to be, I turned out to be a concubine.

it was autumn many years ago, and we were still children. Grandma came back from the market and brought a peach to each of us. She said: Eat it all, it's a "peach"; Have a dream with a peach pit in it. Whoever dreams that the peach blossom will be happy all his life. We all got serious and climbed into bed with peach stones in it. However, I couldn't sleep in any way. I thought this sweet dream could not be done, but I wouldn't do it willingly. I got up and buried the peach pit in the soil in the corner of the yard, hoping that it would store my dream there.

Autumn has passed, and another winter has passed. Children have their own happiness, but I forgot it. One spring morning, grandma was cleaning the yard and suddenly found a bright green arch in the corner. She cried, What is this? I suddenly remembered that it was it: it actually grew out of the soil! It looks very wronged, bent its head and clung to its body. I opened my body the next day, thin and yellow, and it seemed that when I touched it, it would be broken immediately. Everyone laughed at it, and grandma also said: this peach tree is worthless. What good seeds grow, but they are all wild. If you bear some hairy fruits, you have to graft them. I don't believe it, but I insist that it will blossom and bear fruit in the future.

Because it's so out of place, no one will pay attention to it. It's the bonsai that bothers people. Grandpa likes to serve flowers. In our house, yard and doorway, there are all kinds of flowers and plants. When the flowers bloom in spring, people from far and near come to appreciate them. Grandpa calls us to take them out from the house one pot at a time every morning and bring them in one pot at a time. I never thought of my little peach tree, but it grew silently.

It grows very slowly, only two feet tall in one spring, and its appearance is extremely obscene. I am very happy: it is mine, it is my dream. I miss my sister and brother, their dream with peach stones may have long been forgotten, but my peach tree enables me to see it every day. I said, my dream is green, and I will be happy if it blooms in the future.

in this year, I went to school in the city. When I walked out of the mountain and came to the city, I realized my smallness: the world outside the mountain is so big, and there are so many beautiful scenery in the city. From then on, I also have a bloody soul, studying and struggling. As soon as I graduated, I embarked on the society, and I want to do my career vigorously. The earth courtyard in that hometown, the little peach tree in that earth courtyard, never thought again.

However, I have gradually discovered my naivety and naivety. There used to be a great book in the world, but I still can't read the first line. I am getting older, and my temper is getting worse day by day. I often sit alone in a daze, and my mood seems to be getting old. At this time, grandma died, too. It never rains but it pours. I went back to my hometown from the city overnight, but my family couldn't wait for me, and my grandmother was buried. Looking at the chaos in the room, thinking about grandma's appearance in the past, I felt tears flow down and cried at the mourning hall. When it was dark, I sat under the window and looked up, but I saw my little peach tree: it was still growing, and its bent body and struggling branches were already as high as the courtyard wall. How did it grow over the years? Grandpa's flowers have long since stopped. The flowerpots at first base are piled up at the root of the wall, but they are growing! The younger brother said, that peach tree was arched by a pig once, or it would have blossomed long ago. They used to think it was out of place and ugly, and wanted to cut it down, but grandma didn't agree, and often protected it and watered it. Ah, little peach tree, how can I leave you here, but I am drifting in a foreign land and forgotten in the desert? Looking at the peach tree, I think of my grandmother who didn't see me again. I am deeply sorry for my grandmother and my little peach tree.

Now, it has blossomed. Although it is weak, its bones are not numerous. Overnight, the flowers are in full bloom. I have been to see the oleander flowers at the foot of Mount Zhongnan and the peach flowers in front of Mawei Slope. The flowers are in full bloom, but my little peach tree, a seed of Xiantao, is too white and pale. The petals are as thin as paper, and there is no feeling of meat or powder, like a seriously ill girl with a pale face. I can't help feeling a little sad, and tears are coming down again.

Fortunately, the flowers didn't fade away immediately, just a tree, which was blooming in the corner alone. Every time I look at it, I find that no bee has ever loved it, and a butterfly has flown over it. Poor little peach tree!

I can't help shivering: Isn't this flower the fairy of my dream? !

it's raining so hard, and the petals are falling. I only said that with this spring rain, the flowers will bloom more brightly and the fragrance will be thicker. Who knows that it is so short-lived, can't stand such a big blessing, can't stand so many baptisms, and pays for the wind and rain one by one! I cried out to my grandmother in my heart.

It's still raining. My little peach tree leans down a thousand times and struggles up a thousand times. One peach blossom after another is so wet, like a swan, its feathers are peeled off and it becomes naked and black. However, at the moment when I was prone to the ground, I suddenly saw a budding bud on the top of the tree, which was bright yellow and bright red, swaying in the wind and shaking with rain, but it didn't fall down several times, like the indicator light on the channel in the wind and waves, flashing the light of bright yellow and bright red.

I feel a little comforted. Ah, little peach tree! How can I thank you? Do you still have a flower? Will you open it tomorrow morning? Are you driving fast? Is it fragrant? My dear, your flower will bloom beautifully, and it will bear a peach; I also called you the elf of my dream, right?