Author: Zhong Sha.
Editor in charge: Xie Wanfei.
WeChat editor: Wang Xinyuan.
The blue sky in winter is pure and meticulous, like an old man who has insight into the world, and is quietly watching the changes of the world with a heart that is not angry. I came as I wished, and when I looked up, I saw a winter tree leaning up between heaven and earth, neither humble nor arrogant. This tree grows in winter, with its trunk, branches, and branches are sharp and angular. I saw the tall trunk of the tree, and its gray-white appearance was particularly clear in the blue sky. Watch its branches stretch quietly in all directions in a unique way. And each branch has its direction, some go straight into the sky, some are bent by gravity, and some are accidentally lost in the exploration. Of course, the most interesting thing is the small twisting branches, like centipedes with countless legs. Each leg of the tree was slightly blackened, and it seemed that only when it grew thick enough could it transform into a beautiful face. Probably its unrevealing edge and taoguang are the Zen of this tree in winter!Without the foil of leaves and flowers, I didn't even recognize what kind of tree it was. But at least I know that it's a fun tree that shines on its own in the winter.
It is said that the trees closed the energy-consuming passages in order to survive the long winter. I looked up and saw another tree in winter. The black-brown torso still shows its tenacity, and each of its branches is trying to grow upward. Although the small, dense branches seem to be a little messy together, when you look at the tree as a whole, you will notice that all of its energy seems to melt into each small branch.
In winter, the tree looks lonely and lonely, but in fact, without the shelter of leaves, it looks particularly energetic. It is such a tree, like a neon coat and feathers, commensurate with the white clouds, complementing each other. Between the branches and branches, a trace of white looms, and the penetrating blue, in the blank scroll, occupies just the right position and proportion, just one glance is enough for the aftertaste of 10,000 years. Also, the trunk that stopped growing halfway through, and although there was no longer a chance to go straight into the clouds, I saw its wanton standing, and I knew that its spirit was never defeated by hardship. The wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, and it can no longer soar into the sky to overcome thorns and thorns, and look at it still smiling at the clouds and clouds, and showing a strong and unyielding will with an indifferent heart.
Just look at how a tree stands in the winter and how it stretches out a large umbrella to see how hard its rhizomes are trying to extend downward. Just look at how it breaks through the hard and huge boulders, how it is deeply rooted in the thick soil, and how it zigzags to claim the water resources underground, and you can see how attentive it lives as a tree. It is the posture of such a tree, which seems to have lost all its camouflage in winter, and shows the true nature of the tree vividly.
In this world, there are always many evergreen trees, such as the firm pine, the camphor with wide adaptability, the beautiful big-leaved privet, and the straight cedar with straight wood grain. If you look closely, the leaves that seem to have been "knotted" are densely packed and tightly united, as if to announce the determination of its mind, and in this cold winter day, there must be some lush breath alone!
To see a winter tree, you have to at least look at the white birch. On the trunk of each birch tree, different patterns are drawn with the brush and ink of nature, some are sparse, some are full, some are like a frightening Hong, and some are graceful like a dragon. Look at each tree, between the trees, the trunks are lined up, and the branches echo each other from afar. The rhythmic beauty displayed by the rows of trees is like plucking the lyre, playing a swan song in the world. It's just that this song should only exist in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times. Look at the whole birch forest, under the cold of winter, it is still blooming dazzlingly. And the sound of the wind blowing is the voice of the birch tree. The temperament of not being afraid of danger and not being frightened will inevitably make people's hearts tremble in the end.
I also saw two gray starlings on a tree in winter. Watch them stand quietly on the branches, looking into the distance. It turns out that birds also have the direction of dreams, and their focused eyes are overflowing with the flame of hope. Look at it, slowly flying from the trees, flying in a glimpse, igniting the direction of hope. At this moment, the trees and the birds, moving and still, the beauty of wabi-sabi coexist with the flowing breath. I saw the treetops swaying softly, saying goodbye to the birds that were resting on it. It turns out that the time you have stayed is the best time in the world.
In a few moments, the sky took a nap, and the ink overturned the sky. The brevity of the winter days is pitiful. I saw the sun setting, the afterglow was shining, and the trunk of the tree was wrapped in layers of soft egg yolks. Looking at the sky like this, the end of each branch becomes clearly visible, and the bulging shape should be a new life that is being bred. The shadow of the tree, naked on the trunk, without the decoration of leaves, makes it easy to see the natural growth of the tree.
Even if it is a tree that sinks into the night in the lights of thousands of homes, it has a different taste. Looking at the dark shadows, the trees and the gray sky illuminated by the lights suddenly exchanged identities. The tree at this moment shows its determination and perseverance to protect the earth. It silently waited for the spark behind it, and did not ask for anything in return, so it was fine. It turns out that the tree at night is the most peaceful fairy tale that can be heard under the moonlight.
In winter, you might as well go and see a tree. The beauty of winter trees is varied, and people who love life can always find the quiet beauty of life in winter trees. Winter trees are accumulating, such as the countless shining winter buds on the magnolia tree, dotted with stars, which are the result of its accumulation of strength and accumulation. Seeing a tree like this in winter, I felt the beauty of life blooming, and in the direction of the extension of the trunk and branches, I felt a warm current in my heart. In the posture of a tree in winter, I seem to have found the strength to grow upwards in my heart.
Review: Yang Yue.
Reviewer: Zhou Wei.
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