Ji Shi

I haven't been out for two months. The last time I went out was in the cold winter, and suddenly it turned into spring flowers. I always felt a little uncomfortable. Suddenly exposed to the sun, the eyes that have not seen the sun for a long time seem to have experienced hibernation, some can't open, and even their foreheads are wrinkled.

The spring breeze rustled, but there was not much chill, and the gate still couldn't get out. The security guard at the gate of the community is still fully armed to check everyone who enters and exits, just like before the New Year. Several children are playing in the yard wearing masks. Green is a luxury in reinforced concrete buildings. In order to be clean and tidy, the ground is poured with cement, and more than a dozen buttonwood trees are arranged vertically and horizontally, like fruits waiting to be selected in a fruit shop, without the strewn at random beauty of plants.

These trees stand like this in the chilly early spring, surrounded by towering buildings, without sunshine all day, with only one foot square of land under their feet, and even the bark is stripped off by stubborn little guys.

But even so, it still grows tenaciously, the spring breeze blows, the top of the note has sprouted, like a girl's blown pink cheek, and there are no trees in the house. No matter how good it is, it can only be regarded as a pile of dry cement buildings.

Even these trees add some life to several buildings in this business district.

I once said that in the next life, I hope I am a tree.

Stand tall in the sky, take root in the earth, fear gossip and wind and rain, and grow up so tenaciously. The little prince said that man is the most pitiful species in the world, because he has no roots and can only wander around. So I hope more and more that I can be a tree in my next life.

There are many Sophora japonica flowers on both sides of Zhongshan Road. Every year at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the glistening Sophora japonica flowers are sprinkled from nine days like fairies. Fell on the asphalt, was run over by the wheels coming and going, and was swept into the trash can by the cleaner with dust. Day after day, Sophora japonica seems to be unable to stop. If you stand on the street, close your eyes, take a deep breath and smell it carefully. Through the smell of automobile exhaust and lipstick perfume, you can smell the faint fragrance of Sophora japonica.

I was fascinated by such a scene. I always go to work five minutes early at this time, just to watch the long Sophora japonica falling gently on the overpass and imagine that I have a house with mountains and waters and spring flowers.

I once had a small yard with Chinese roses, lilies, carnations and chrysanthemums everywhere, and laughter. The flowers were on the other side, with agave, pitcher plants, sunflowers, chrysanthemums, Zhu Dinghong, sunflowers, jasmine, hibiscus, Yuanyang Teng, strawberries, blueberries and water spinach ... I tried my best to make them full of vitality and lush, but I always felt that something was missing in the middle.

Later, I finally found that a tree was missing, so I began to try to find a place for the tree in my small yard, where it was too crowded to see the ground. The best position has been occupied by Chinese rose. I can't give up a lush and unrestrained flower in spring, as if it had bloomed my life and all my energy.

So, I decided to plant some small trees that grow slowly and can grow in flowerpots. One day, when I have a big yard, I will give it a world. Pine trees and osmanthus are the best choices. In my hometown, pine trees, like cypress trees, are planted in graves and in front of temples. It is not appropriate to plant them in the yard, and osmanthus is the best choice. I was afraid that the varieties in the south could not stand the winter in the north, so I specially found the biggest flowerpot. Join FeSO4 from time to time, please enter the house in winter, please shade in summer, give the best sunshine in spring and autumn, wait carefully, but the young trees are always half dead and have no backbone.

Mother told me that trees should grow in the land. No matter how big your basin is, no matter how carefully you care for it, it can't compare with the nourishment of the earth. A tree without land is like a fish out of the ocean. Even if you put seawater into a fish tank, even if its composition has not changed at all, it is still not an ocean of fish. It cannot imagine the vastness of the sea from the square space of this glass cover. No matter how to increase the area of the fish tank, it has nothing to do with the real sea. Because the soul of fish can only be in the sea, how can you grow towering trees in flowerpots?

Later, osmanthus trees gradually died.

Because of the transformation of the city, my only small yard no longer exists. Now, on the balcony above the seventh floor, even the sunlight is separated by double glass, let alone planting trees. My roses are half dead in the flowerpot.

I finally understand why I always want to be a tree, not because it has roots, but because it can snuggle up to the earth.