That year, my father planted more than a dozen tree in front of the door, elm, plane trees, and a tree VPN China .
"Is really a little, the sea plant were not so valuable trees." With more than seventy years of experience in the sea life, grandma so don't agree with my father planted the trees, grandma said, in the north sea only planted over spilt with spicy poplar, locust tree.
Sure enough, a typhoon, in addition to a tree, well proportioned, other trees, all under strong wind shook, the first two places, go to the west.
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This tree is the only survivors of the rest of his life tree, is our family in the palms. Under the guidance of my father, we care it, care it. The tree also, day by day to jointing stage, to list a year after year, in a moment, will grow into a tree and myriad of young and middle-aged.
A face, a round fan, peacock open tail.
Until the tree, the tree grew up completely, it ordered branches, like nature itself to repose of the fan-shaped crown makes me no longer to it the name of the tree. Fan, the ring out, pattern, with unity, have always been together, and greatly good, such as inseparable.
Reunion. Reunion. Reunion.
Often this season of tree light green plant, I will be in its body naked, look, sigh.
Such a paranormal tree really does exist, and the fork fork zhizhi concluded into beauty fan texture, and then from there, the green small fan in the bone marrow from blood yellow rose red bouquet do the ear of small fan, do put huge fan.
Enthusiasm. Bold and unrestrained. Gentle and graceful. Elegance. Wanxian.
Often this tree plant flowering season, I want to put it and lively girl, noble lady linked together.
Looks neat and beautiful. With clothes. Gradually. Singing and dancing. Enthusiasm generous.
A amorous feelings of the tree.
Because the sea finally gave birth to such a delicate beautiful tree, also don't know is the tree image of cohesion. Since the plant the tree grew up. A has leisure, neighbors, even within a few of the people on its body, men, playing poker, playing mahjong, braggart, speak legend; Women Lao homely, say in short, to sew, hum idle; The children play mora, hide and seek, jumping leather... More interesting is that people also like to bring home to eat with exchange, under the strain of the tree, I tried on grandma li do in a red skirt, had a great aunt package seaweed steamed stuffed bun...
Especially the tree flowers blooming in the evening, the sea of people for dinner early, the sun also not to rest in the west sea, finished supper people have focused on the plant under the tree. At this moment, the afterglow of the sun will get reflect of albizzia GuangCanDuoMu, a tree flower, is the rainbow spit buds, festival in full bloom of fireworks, bright, lively extraordinary.
A tree flowers, busy people under the tree, a really wonderful happiness.
This picture forever imprinted in my heart, I traveled the party.
Read university, is the first time I left home, human nature, from, is different, have differences, have shed, shed no, in the heart, collection forever, forever. I can't give the tree, the tree became a curtain on enduring intoxication.
Unexpectedly, around the university campus has a lot of tree, these rings had planted the tree in the campus and presumably cut life short. Thin and slim. Canopy didn't practice into a good fan, but the flowers open, and as the plant the tree in front of my house.
The tree is planted trees resistant, high survival rate. Mountains, hills, metropolis has a family. Is in the university, I know the tree is not a rare tree species, it is not very well, I think it is a common one in the tree. I informed, let me laugh coming from the mimosa tree on the campus for a long time for a long time. But love the tree, or with the thoughts of home, deepen day by day.
Graduated from the university that year summer, wrote a passion to spray of molten steel splash of the graduation of the journal when flos albiziae bloom, we travel declaration, just hurried back home.
I want to be with my family tree of stay for some time. Over the years, busy outside of hometown tour of the world, each holiday to migrate, windings Cuba, sightseeing, not and accompanied by the strain of the tree for a day in the home, is back to home, is also a look at it in a hurry, immediately pack away.
The outside world is wonderful, I enjoyed the world of colorful and bright. But, I always think you is time with the family tree, on-call side of thing, came to keep. But come graduation, just know, I get a foreign land, really could not chance join the plant the tree.
Sorry for the bottom of my heart no longer expand and deepen. I decided that I graduated from the university of the summer, coming from the mimosa tree with me.
However, is big disappointment.
A whole summer, is I a person wandering in the plant under the tree. Memories in the figure, face to it under the tree.
"Now, every family has a TV, the street has many Internet cafes, dance halls, halls, the somebody else also come under the tree?" Mother's answer let sad music echoed on the strings of my heart for a long time, for a long time.
Really don't understand, is the price of modern civilization, is the simple, primitive, pastoral beauty kill?
Especially when the eyes meet with those who once familiar eyes under the tree, they dodge, moving, more let I want to cry.
I don't want to wait on it under the tree.
After can't send out so exclamation, I take a tumble. Has always been my heartstring is not the tree itself, it is the local conditions and customs of those by the tree together. Today, things change, the memory of the human things began to change, I will no longer be the plant the tree as a treasure.
Since then, more memory for the tree layer and regret.
Three years ago the summer, I went back to hometown. The strain of the tree is still towering in front of the house door, it is higher, and stronger, more beautiful, more graceful. But I can't stay in its body to do too much. Afraid of deeper touches on this plant the tree beautiful and sad tentacles.
But the surprise is that this strain coming from the mimosa tree lonely for a long time was also busy. Hometown of man under the tree, I have the leisure to discuss, debate, talking and laughing, frolic, looking forward to. They want to do a party, with the characteristic of Shanghai style to attract tourists, a visitor. They also said he would make his hometown sea garden.
Listen to the old familiar faces under the tree, talk about cooking food, clothing modelling, acoustics, I can't help but looked up and looked at the flowers are coming from the mimosa tree open the warmly.
My passion, the time of the memory and the tree closely linked back again? But I'm awake, not clearly. At present time of deja vu, but much of the modern breath, the connotation of culture.
I can, I joined the team. Because, I see, I am ever sad and miss, is a little cute.
Rich material civilization, the human open field of vision, enrich the human spirit. It can give a person with modern enjoy, can keep previous rural enjoy more, everbright, the instinct of rural amorous feelings, can only meet the spiritual needs of human temporary occlusion. It doesn't mean forever.