Jiang Haoxue's "Tong Hua Luo"

Tung flowers have fallen, and Zigui has sung all over Qingshan and Yuan Ye. Wandering in the distance, have you come home?

The first time I saw Donghua, I was on my way back to my hometown to sweep my ancestors' graves. During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the country roads are muddy and difficult to walk. From time to time, I looked up and saw lilacs blooming on tall trees that I didn't know before, and somehow my heart had an ancient meaning.

Faint distant mountains and slow ridges. Thick fog hangs over the humid Shan Ye, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, just like a low-key ancient ink painting. The rape flowers in the field have seeded. A few days ago, they were a large area of yellow, but now they are just scattered in green pods. Evergreen trees such as pine and cypress grow on the hills in the country. However, dirt roads are mostly thatched or overgrown with thorns. They are about half a person's height. Occasionally I see the flowers and trees in the towering sea of clouds between buildings, and I feel very poetic. Ask others to know that the tree is a phoenix tree raining in Mao Mao. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I had seen this faint purple by the well in my hometown, but the color was too inconspicuous to hear the name of the flower.

Speaking of phoenix trees, I think of the French phoenix trees with fallen leaves on both sides of the city avenue in late autumn. Their trunks are very strong, and their leaves grow luxuriantly above our heads, engraved in my childhood memories. I was so young that I once thought that the phoenix in "Planting Tung and Attracting Phoenix" lived in this street full of sycamore trees.

French phoenix tree has the flavor of western oil painting. Its strong color, whether it is the green that covers the sky in summer or the yellow that dyes dead leaves in autumn rain, has great visual impact. This tree is not tall, but as an ornamental tree in the street, it does have both shading effect and pleasing effect. My hometown is a small county in Sichuan. When I was in primary school, the whole town was planted with French phoenix trees. At that time, I probably didn't know about pear trees and jujube trees, but Indus could figure out the vein of its leaves with its eyes closed. But later, all the French phoenix trees in the town were replaced by banyan trees, even though some banyan trees were so strong that people couldn't even hold their arms. It is said that the cones of Platanus acerifolia will produce a lot of fruit hairs in spring and summer, and these floating pollen and fruit hairs will cause some people's respiratory diseases. In short, the street trees in the town became banyan trees with forest customs and air roots overnight, and the dense branches and leaves also brought some shade to the heat in the town. Gradually, the French phoenix tree faded out of my sight. It was not until I went to Nanjing on business last year that I saw the French phoenix trees all over the city. When I went, it was the turn of spring and summer, and the whole Nanjing was shrouded in the floating hair of the French phoenix tree. I can't help asking local citizens why they have to endure the love-hate entanglement of the French phoenix tree when it is like a flying paulownia hair. Nanjing, as one of the four cities with stoves, is like a huge umbrella, which blocks the scorching sun on the city streets. The flying catkins only lasted for one month, but the heat lasted for more than three months.

Trees are nothing but shade. The deep affection of Nanjing citizens for the French phoenix tree reminds me of the phoenix tree that fell in the wind and rain when spring was about to leave. Yes, China, an ancient tree species, can hardly be seen in cities. There is a Paulownia Street in Chengdu, which is close to Kuanzhai Lane. I haven't been there, and I don't know if there are towering sapphire trees on the street, so I dare not speculate. But when I saw this kind of tree growing in the countryside and many people didn't know it, I unconsciously thought that the image of tung flower had gradually faded out of people's sight.

The Book of Songs says, "Feng Huangming is like Gorkon. Wutongsheng, in the morning. " Phoenix chimes, phoenix trees grow wildly, covered with brilliant morning glow on the top of the mountain, and feathers fly outside the sky. Feng Ming is ambiguous. Since the Western Zhou Dynasty, Phoenix and Indus have formed an indissoluble bond. Since then, the phoenix has not lived under the buttonwood, and it is noble and unyielding to the world. The height of the sycamore tree makes it unique in the field, and also makes the sycamore flower only look up. And when you look up, you will understand why birds face the phoenix and why tung flowers are forgotten.

Tonghua Wan Li, green mountains and green waters. Lavender bloom is on the edge of the cloud, with lonely moon and stars. Tung flowers are lonely and tall. During the Qingming Festival, the scenery in March is extremely beautiful. However, she doesn't associate with any brilliant red, she doesn't know how to set off the spring flowers, and she doesn't need them to set off. It's too high, high to the clouds. Even red apricots covered with branches, peach blossoms falling like red rain, and pear blossoms falling like clouds, their flower branches can't touch the branches of the nearest tung tree. What's more, the spring rain is chilly and warm, and those peach-red pears are almost red. Trees covered with tung flowers look down at the flowers and go to Qiu Lai in spring. The ancients used to set off tung flowers with poplars, so in the late spring of Ruyan Liu, flowers were like clouds.

"The moonlight shines on tung flowers, and the moonlight is lonely." Among the ancients, Bai Yuan knew tung flowers best. They admire flowers under the moon, respond to each other, talk about their intimate feelings, and pity its opening and falling, and the fragrance will eventually sink. They cherish the peanuts in Na Tong, Shan Ye, which are inaccessible, but they are not as eye-catching as the peaches and plums in Meng Chun, nor can they climb the peony that moved its capital in full bloom after Qingming. It happened that the lotus hairpin stayed in lonely Shan Ye, while Bai Yuan was willing to stand alone in the pavilion and watch the tung flowers fall all over the ground. Bright red and green naturally make people feel pity, but light blue and light red make people see the truth more clearly. Empty mountains are speechless, flowers are fragrant, sit still and think alone, and watch the passage of time. "The night is shallow to the moon, and the fragrance is light with the wind." Although the tung flower is small, it is sultry.

"Suddenly, I saw the red paulownia flowers, and it will be clear the next day." I feel homesick when I see tung flowers. Bai Juyi is like this, so am I. Even if you don't know this flower, you will be filled with emotion because it was born in Qingming. Hardly had the tung tree begun to blossom when Xie Bao flew into the wild. The sound of parting rules calls for distant wanderers to go home. Every Qingming Festival, the rain will always come as promised. The dark and low cloud curtain renders nostalgia and nostalgia. Walking in the hazy countryside seems to touch the past time. In that stream, there are crabs that you touched when you were a child; In that grass, there are grasshoppers you caught in your childhood; There are mushrooms you picked when you were a child in that grove ... in the drizzle, you saw the house with smoke curling up, your grandmother waiting for you to go home, and a table full of vegetables. Qingming is a solar term engraved with memories, and tung flowers have become silk threads painted with memories.

If you think about it carefully, it will definitely not rain on Qingming. If it doesn't rain, pedestrians on the road can't break their souls. You can't break your soul, and pedestrians won't want to drink apricot blossom wine. If you don't drink apricot blossom wine, where will you be worried about drinking? Naturally, there is no homesickness without sadness. Of course, Qingming cannot be without tung flowers. Without tung flowers, people who have left their homes will not know that they are far away. I wonder if there is a distance, where can I see the long river full of tung flowers? I don't know the taste of homesickness without looking at the tung blossoms. I have a hometown, so I can meet the rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I also know that I am in a distant place, so Tung Hua is in my heart.

"Tung flowers are half fallen, and the road is acacia." Qingming, although the tung flowers are flourishing, they are gradually drifting away, so spring quietly flows away from them. Flowers fall all over the ground, pick one up and put it in your hand. Now those flowers that need to be looked up can finally be looked at carefully. This flower is half the size of your palm and shaped like a morning glory. The color ranges from pedicels to petals, from deep to light, until the edge of petals is white. Standing under the buttonwood tree, watching the flowers fall, I thought they also turned into spring mud, protecting the flowers. Goodbye flowers, another winter and summer.

Although he is not yet 30 years old, it has been nearly ten years since he left home to study and now works outside. In the past ten years, my hometown has been scattered into messy pictures. In these photos, there are grandma cooking jiaozi in the kitchen, osmanthus trees planted in front of my house, streams flowing in front of my house, and bamboo rafts in Linxi ... Some people say that parents are hometown. If you go far away, your parents will accompany you and your hometown will be by your side. But I think parents are not hometown, parents are home, and hometown is time. Just like the tung flowers by the well in your hometown, you travel far, but you are still in your hometown. You can't touch it any more than you can touch grandma's grave and the old house.

Qingming returned home to visit the grave, and Tong bloom was on a country road. Paulownia, with its tail pressed, bloomed in bloom alone in the wind and rain, accompanied by the past events buried in its native land. You will understand that you are not only paying homage to the deceased relatives, but also to the past that cannot be traced back. Time is short, but memory is long. From umbilical cord to toddler to studying hard in the cold window ... you move forward step by step, and the past has gradually drifted away. You can wave with the past, but you have to keep it in your heart. Because all the memories are worth cherishing, just because that's the time we spent.

Tung bloom has blossomed, but Tung Hua has fallen. Wanderers in the distance should not wonder why it dreams for no reason. Now that the flowering period has not passed, the phoenix will live on the green trees, and you always have to go home when you leave home.