Wode farmhouse courtyard

When I am old and have no strength to run around the city, I will leave the city silently and take a silent gesture as a farewell, just like leaving the village where I was born and raised at the age of eighteen without hesitation.

Although there are many high-rise buildings and cars coming and going in the city, life has returned to the original point. Isn't it a perfect fate? I connected the beginning and end of life, and it became an unexpected circle. Perhaps, I never left from beginning to end, although I wasted most of my life in the prosperity of the city.

Finally, I returned to my long-lost hometown, my haunted hometown, and stood in the long-lost farmhouse yard, feeling like dreaming. This is where my future life begins. In the abandoned yard, the familiar smell is still pounding me. I seem to have seen my childhood and my childhood dream of life. Those scenes that once made me in a trance in countless dreams are now clearly presented in front of me, which makes me a little dizzy and tearful. The messy courtyard is dilapidated, and my alienation undoubtedly doomed its desolation and depression. Now that I am old, the city is slowly snubbing me, and I am like a brokenhearted, returning to my farmhouse.

I came back, no longer tired of wandering all day, and a sad heart finally calmed down. Although the familiar air is a little strange, there is still warmth in the yard that I have never forgotten. At this moment, my eyes were flooded.

Cleaning up the yard is my top priority at present. I want to make my farm yard pleasing to the eye and full of vitality. Pull out those weeds, level the uneven land, plant some green plants I like, create momentum for the small courtyard and add green to the gate, which is both pleasing to the eye and lyrical; With nature, the heart will not be lonely. If you can sit in a small courtyard and enjoy colorful flowers, it is tantamount to young people having youth and love. I think in such a small farm full of green, flowers and trees can help people, and I can find the joy of life and the paintings of life.

There is a road leading to the door in the middle of the yard, and the idle land on both sides of the road will realize my idealistic life according to my plan. This is a kind of compensation for my wandering around for a living these years, just like a gentle hand gently rolling up a tired figure, which is at the mercy of fate. Haizi said that facing the sea, spring blossoms, and the poet's yearning for a happy life has sublimated to a poetic height, which is obviously the helplessness of real life. I know that many people must be exhausted on the road they have to walk in life, and their deep poetic desire is dreams and lyricism. Facing the sea, spring blossoms, of course, I am not facing the sea but my farmhouse, and there are flowers in spring. At that moment, I burst into tears.

When the land is ploughed, osmanthus trees should be planted first. I have a soft spot for osmanthus trees because of Yu Dafu's novella Red Osmanthus. At the foot of the remote Wengjia Mountain, there is a strong sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. From the depression outside the mountain, I met a woman with an unhappy marriage. In just a few days, in Shan Ye, in the Woods, in the moonlight, my heart was pounding-the person who should go had to go after all, and parting became a sad song. When the train started slowly, the lonely figure on the platform became in the wet field of vision. Then, the meaning of osmanthus tree is self-evident, it is a lingering dream in the emotional world. When osmanthus flowers bloom, who will I think of when I stand in the thick osmanthus fragrance in the yard? Who will think of me again? When attachment and care become a kind of mood, I know that there is a kind of memory that emerges warmly in my heart.

Of course, I have to plant a gardenia. There is no reason to forget the fragrance of gardenia. From small to old, from rural to urban, from other places to hometown, the fragrance of gardenia is as always. When I think of "In the Old Society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people", it has gone through all kinds of hardships, plain and true, just like the persistence of gardenia, just like the love of "holding your hand and growing old with your son", which has its innocence and persistence. Its beauty is refined, from ordinary to ordinary, without a trace of dust. Gardenia is life. At the head of the village, in the alley, in the bamboo basket of the farmer's eldest sister-in-law, and on the desk of the urban white-collar workers, the true meaning of life is within reach in the fragrance of Gardenia. "Gardenia is as white as snow, and I was eager to stay fragrant last night."

When bamboo appeared in a graceful posture, people never stopped praising it. There is no doubt that bamboo has become the most lyrical scenery to live in. It is a quiet and elegant place, an indifferent ambition and a youthful innocence. "A clump of bamboo in front of the window is absolutely green." Gentlemen love bamboo since ancient times. Scholars, painters and bamboos conquered the world with their graceful beauty. Zheng Banqiao's love for bamboo has become a well-known story. You can eat without meat and live without bamboo. How can you not plant bamboo? Bamboo transcends the secular world and is called a gentleman. Its integrity and character are destined to be commendable. Countless courtyards and houses, lush bamboo swaying gently in the breeze, just like a suitable ink painting. "If you have feelings, where are you now? Yiren came from the depths of the bamboo forest. "

Chimonanthus praecox should be planted in the corner of the yard. The rough beauty of the stretched branches of Chimonanthus praecox is straightforward, and there is a kind of enjoyment between the squares of the small courtyard. The beauty of Chimonanthus praecox is lonely and full of life in depression. Red maple is planted on the edge of green bamboo. When the maple leaves are red, the warm bright red stretches out in the green and straight bamboo forest, outlining the ideal and reality, life and great freehand brushwork in life. Evergreen trees form a circle and become a green picture frame. The vines on both sides of the path, when summer comes, are full of flowers and trees, and the green branches and leaves are in full bloom in the courtyard. The tree-lined path under the grape trellis has undoubtedly become a unique landscape.

My farm courtyard is full of vitality from the desolation, which is the free flow of my poetic life. I accompanied these graceful flowers and trees and watched the flowers bloom and fall. What a wonderful world this is.

Those past events, those people who met, are slowly emerging in my world. At that moment, I could not help crying.