Kapok's Acoustic Poetry Prose

In the first month of the lunar calendar, it is the time when the spring is chilly. The earth has not fully recovered from the cold and dignified winter, but kapok has been arrogant. That tree has no big red flowers set off by green leaves, and it is passionate and magnificent; Those huge and deep red flowers are full of vitality, shining in the bright sunshine and full of commercial atmosphere; But there are still flowers, bones and only buds, shyly hiding in the branches, quietly waiting to bloom. From a distance, the whole kapok tree looks like a giant covered with red brocade and burning with a torch.

Every time I pass that tall kapok tree, I stop and look up at its amazing brightness. I am always attracted by its unique aura and charming beauty. The dense layers of flowers on the dense staggered branches show people her burning enthusiasm without stint. The touch of red on the swaying branches in the breeze is like a girl in a red skirt dancing with her youth, which brings people a surprise of jumping. Occasionally, some birds will shuttle between the flowers, bringing a poetic romance and agility to kapok.

Every time I wander under the tree, I always see several old ladies holding plastic bags to pick up fallen flowers under the tree. They say kapok is a treasure, petals can make soup and porridge, and stems can make tea and lower blood sugar. It is also said that the bark and roots of kapok can be used as medicine, which has the effects of clearing away heat and toxic materials, dispelling cold and removing dampness. In the chatter of the old ladies, I was amazed at the role of kapok trees. I can't help but pick up a kapok that just fell in front of my eyes and look at it carefully. I saw five huge red petals surrounded by a cluster of dense yellow stamens, clearly gathered in a compact receptacle. I was surprised that it fell from a tree more than 30 meters high, but it didn't scatter a petal and remained so complete and beautiful. 1 of "pa", another flower fell not far away, still so complete and beautiful. I think it is a kind of determination when it leaves the trunk, as decisive as a strong man's broken wrist; It is also like a child who resolutely turns to say goodbye when he leaves his mother when he grows up; More like a heavy sigh after painstaking efforts!

"Mom, hurry up, or everyone else will finish picking it up." A childish voice interrupted my meditation. It turned out that Yingying, a seven-year-old girl from a neighboring village, came to pick kapok with her mother. Her mother saw me and nodded at me with a smile. As a greeting, she went to pick up the flowers on the ground herself.

Yingying is seven years old, a head shorter than her peers, pale and emaciated, and looks like a child who is only about four years old. It turned out that Yingying was diagnosed with severe β thalassemia six months after her birth. This disease is hereditary, because the patient has no hematopoietic function and can only be cured by hematopoietic stem cell transplantation. However, this kind of operation is very dangerous and extremely expensive, which is difficult for ordinary families to bear. She can only go to the hospital for blood transfusion every once in a while and maintain her life with iron remover. Even so, after long-term blood transfusion, more and more iron will be deposited in organs such as liver and spleen. Yingying is much quieter than her peers because of the pain.

"Aunt, can you give me your flowers?" Yingying didn't help her mother, but looked at the flowers I just picked. I can't bear to refuse her when I look at her pale face and look forward to it. "all right! But what do you want to spend? What's the use of telling your aunt? "

"My mother said that I should eat more food as red as these flowers, and my face is as rosy as flowers." The little girl answered me innocently.

"You can have it." I handed her some kapok flowers, but she was in no hurry to leave. Instead, she sat down beside me, put the flowers on the ground, picked up only one, and naively asked me, "Aunt, do you think this kapok tree looks like my mother?" I was speechless and didn't know how to answer, so I had to ask her, "Why do you say your mother is a kapok tree? "

"You see, this kapok tree is like a mother, and kapok is its child. The tree desperately wants to keep its children, but it can never keep them. Before long, it will fall into every flower. My mother, too, tried desperately to keep me, but she couldn't keep me. I will die before my mother. " Ying Ying said casually, but I was surprised for a long time. I can't believe this is coming from a seven-year-old girl.

"Who said that? Yingying will live a long life. " I quickly said.

"No, the doctor said I would die." She stubbornly said, "People say that I live on other people's blood like a corpse in a movie."

"No, I won't ..." I don't know what to say to comfort the little girl in front of me. I feel how lacking and powerless my words are in front of a seven-year-old child. My honest personality prevents me from telling any lies to deceive her. I once witnessed a patient with severe thalassemia come to the end of his life.

20 12 In October of the lunar calendar, my youngest son was born prematurely. Less than a month after he came out of the hospital incubator, he was infected with a bacterium called Staphylococcus aureus and had to be transferred to the intensive care unit of Wuzhou Workers' Hospital. After a long wait for a week, I finally heard the doctor say that I can be transferred out of the general ward, and my hanging heart can finally be put down. When I walked into the general ward with my son in my arms, I was startled by the patient living in the opposite bed.

It was a boy of 13 years old, with a deformed face and no nose, only two black nostrils exposed, rabbit lips. His abdomen is as big as a drum and he is short of breath. He can't sleep in bed anymore, so he can only sit in a chair and sleep with his head buried on the table. He looks like a man with terminal liver cancer, and his leaden face shows the appearance of death.

At first, I thought he was a patient with liver cancer, but I saw that his bedside card read "thalassemia" impressively. Every day, a bag of 500cc blood is slowly' lost' into his body, but his condition is getting less and less optimistic and it is becoming more and more difficult to breathe. Even if he only sleeps on his desk at night, he can't sleep. Later, when the doctor announced his death, he usually told his mother not to lose the last bag of blood. Blood transfusion would only make the patient feel worse and worse. But the next day, his spirit was surprisingly good, and he was able to walk in the fields. He also told his mother that he would go to see kapok. His mother said that kapok there, even its leaves, are ugly in winter. He heard that he didn't want to see kapok again, but he said nervously to his mother, "Mom, do you think kapok flowers bloom with sound?" "

"There is no sound when kapok blooms, only when it falls. 1 of' pa' is the drop of a flower! " His mother replied.

"Yes, kapok has a voice. In spring, you should listen attentively. When flowers are covered with branches and birds and magpies come to roost, this' chirping' sound is the sound of kapok. Mom, remember to listen carefully! " Good boy, spring is coming, so mom must listen attentively! "His mother said.

That night, the child slept soundly. He didn't sleep well for many days. That night he was surprisingly quiet and fell asleep in bed, but it was also that night that he slept forever and never woke up.

His mother may have predicted this day. At first, she didn't cry or shed tears. Yes,/kloc-For more than 4,700 days and nights in the past three years, every time she was admitted to the hospital and every time she received a blood transfusion, she made progress towards today's results. But really not sad? Looking at the kapok tree outside the ward, the last leaf fell in the misty cold wind. I clearly saw her wiping her eyes with her sleeves, and finally she couldn't help crying ... can a white-haired man send a black-haired man without being sad? Can break the liver and intestines without pain; Can you not be sad? Since then, I was born in He Huan. Why should I be afraid of death? Maybe in a few years, Yingying and her mother will end up like this.

"Auntie, do you think kapok has a sound?" Yingying's questioning in my ear pulled me back from my memory. Her question stirred me up and asked, "What?"

"Does kapok blossom with sound?" She asked reluctantly.

"Yes, listen, the chirping of birds is the sound of kapok, that is the sound of spring coming!"

"hmm!" She nodded in confusion.

A gust of wind blew, and more flowers fell under the kapok tree. In the wind, I heard a song-a kapok.

On the mother's branch

Telling love words softly.

The wind and sand of the years

vicissitudes of life

Hazy window screening

White mother's hair.

Spring is not over yet.

The wind rustled and urged me to leave her.

What a pity!

Since then, the sky has fallen like a cloak.

Mom, mom, don't worry.

Time flies, summer after summer.

Mom, mom, don't cry,

I will still be your most beautiful cloud next spring.

Whisper your favorite love words in your ear ...