Magnolia blossoms
Text/Li Cuiru
This day is spring, open the window, is the breath of spring, the scene of spring.
And because it is rainy and sunny, standing on the balcony and looking at it, it feels like the sky outside has been specially washed with bleach, and it is unspeakably clear and transparent. In such a good weather, breathing fresh air naturally goes outside. There is a small park near my house, there are woods, rockeries, ponds, canals, flower beds, all the big parks have it, living in the city, it should be considered a good place for me to do outdoor activities nearby.
It was the morning after the rain, and after eating breakfast and simply cleaning up, I went to the park alone. I like to walk around the park alone, alone, without being distracted by the chatter, choosing a particularly secluded path, quietly, alone, towards the depths of the park. Unexpectedly along the way, I encountered one tree after another, three or two pieces of green grass that were whirring green, two tangible Tarzan stones, a winding corridor, three or five birds that either flew or stopped at the branches, their names I did not know, but it did not affect me at all to see them and stay in my memory, presumably they must have also seen me and left an impression; I was happy, as if I saw them also showed me a happy smile. A person is willing to go and go, stop when he wants, and single-mindedly look at flowers, listen to birds, and whisper in the wind, not like looking at a painting, not like reading a poem, not like listening to a song, looking at mountains is mountains, seeing water is water, looking at flowers is flowers, seeing birds are birds, and there is a real feeling.
During this time, I chose to stop next to a magnolia tree, because I wanted to seriously see the blossoming of that tree, more precisely, unconsciously I encountered the opening of a magnolia flower, I have long known that the magnolia flower is a very noble flower, many people have praised it, at this moment I am amazed at its opening.
There are flowers are opening magnolia trees, in fact, the posture of the flower tree is not outstanding, there is no huge corolla, full of buds to be released with only a dozen flower bones, following the direction of the sun, the white petals are spreading one by one, just like a few collective nap children heard a little movement outside, they suddenly opened their clear and bright eyes, looking at the world outside, lively and agile, the posture is unworldly and elegant, I can witness such flowers, I feel as if I have encountered a moment of love, I heard my own thumping heartbeat.
In my feelings: magnolia flower first of all it is for itself to open, it blooms with dignity to open to itself, to blossom freely, to blossom happily, to blossom and fall, is its life; I can't imagine witnessing its opening, which suddenly triggered my further understanding and thinking about it, it seems that it also has ideals, isn't it more open for the blue sky, for the white clouds, for the sun for the bees and butterflies, for the spring wind, for the spring, for the park, for the park, For people like me who visit the park and admire it? In this way, it opens up seriously, it opens hard, and it opens up a deeper value and meaning of its life.
This makes me can't help but think of a girl named "Magnolia", she looks like a magnolia flower, but she is not open in the park, but open at the door of my home community, not a single choice of spring, but no matter the spring, summer, autumn and winter she is the same open, her openness is not by appearance, but with diligent hands, I walk past the morning market every morning, I can see her very enthusiastic and patient, handing the meat steamed buns that have just come out of the pot to the hands of customers, filling the bowls of hot tofu brains. And then one by one to the customer, she did not do it on a whim, but day after day, day after day, no matter how cold it was; such a beautiful-looking woman, but can rest assured, do such a need to get up early and greedy, extra hard work to make a living, think of those who are willing to rely on good looks to get something for nothing, what kind of simple heart she carries? I couldn't help but be in awe.
People like flowers, flowers like people, in fact, as a social person, especially as a useful person to society, I prefer to compare them all to a kind of flower, the process of engaging in labor work I think it is actually the process of all kinds of flowers blooming to society, in the big garden of the motherland, I am willing to make scientists engage in innovation and invention to see as chrysanthemum blooming, teachers teaching and educating people to see as the moon flower blooming, the white angel treating the disease to save people to see as a lily blooming, the soldier guarding the border to see as a plum blossom blooming, Looking at farmers ploughing the fields like hawthorn blossoms...
So, what kind of flower should a day-to-day code word like mine be seen as? Standing next to the magnolia tree, I asked this question, and I saw that the magnolia flowers were all smiling in a spring breeze.
【About the author】Li Cuiru (female), a native of Fei County, Shandong, has published three literary works, such as "Hand over to the Sun" and "Walk Back to the Earth".