Standing in my corner

The breeze rustle of the small street, in the time flies in more and more exposed shy answer. The land after the renewal of everything is blooming in the hope of tenderness. The boundless blue sky, in the eyes of the distant extension of the clear. The fiery sunshine sprinkles on the earth, and the beautiful flowers open their arms in the sunshine, embracing the wisps of light and heat and enjoying the most treasured comfort In the most beautiful picture of all things growing, I am the smallest. I am a little woman, prefer this kind of quiet and leisure, stand in the small corner freely, draw the tomorrow of unknown figure with compasses. However, I think I am just temporarily away from the noise and gorgeous of the world, enjoying the long expected moment of indifference, re attentively aware of their own trajectory, vigorously inserted in the wings of flying, 100 fold but not back. Late at night, the moon, the rare meteor drags a small tail to cut through the silent sky, the desire in the heart becomes the most beautiful concern in the heart. Indeed, looking at the flashy and speeding cars along the way, I think of passing by with you. Maybe I am just a small passer-by in the journey of life, standing in my own corner, coming, walking, waving my sleeves, not taking a cloud away. The years of mellow luster are like quicksand slipping away quietly between fingers. If you can’t hold it tightly, you want to hold your hand, walk in the wind, listen to the sound of leaves falling, and taste the purity of flowers. Suddenly, looking back, wish is in the middle of the road, and care is in the middle of the road. Only time keeps confusing the road. In fact, every time I walk alone in the street, looking at the endless traffic and the bustling crowd, I can’t help comforting myself with a word. Every chance in my life is arranged by myself. Life is vast, a cup of fragrant green tea, a ray of sunshine in early summer, a classic good book, is enough for me to bear loneliness, sit quietly in a small corner, put down the dust in my heart, and experience the sweet silk after that cup of bitter coffee. In a flash, Fanghua has already passed the age of dreaming. She would like to stop in a place where she wants to have a rest, even if she only sees the simplest scenery, because contentment can make her happy, because contentment can make her meet. However, I always stand in a small corner and stare at the corner that belongs to me. Don’t want to be a passer-by eventually become a passer-by, don’t want to see the scenery finally see countless scenery – I still stand in the corner belonging to me, waiting for the wonderful belonging to me.

举手之劳的肌肤之感

记忆是一抹香魂,藏匿不了回味里那一丝缱倦的落寂——题记

人生苦短,岁月流长。耄鳖之年的母亲,已年过九旬。昔日的大家闺秀,如今已是满目沧夷。宠爱有加的女儿,家中最小,如今亦是半百。

偶然中打开电脑中珍藏的照片,浏览照片中的岁月,一张从北京回昆探视母亲的妹妹为母亲掏耳的照片从万千照片中脱颖而出,注视许就,慷慨良多,一种从未有过的亲切之感跃入眼帘。对于与母亲近在咫尺的我和她姐,这样的举动不足为怪,但对于从美国回来定居千里之外北京的妹妹而言,却显出格外地珍贵。

平常人家,儿女为年迈父母掏耳洗脚之事,当属人之常情,亦不为怪。照片之所以让人倍觉珍贵,就在于我们目睹过多少因利益的驱使而伤害的亲情之后触摸到的那种久违的肌肤之感,更希望有更多地儿女能读懂父母年迈时的种种无奈。

记得林徽因说过;“留存一段记忆只是片刻,怀想一段记忆却是永远,”。记忆是一抹香魂,藏匿不了回味里那一丝缱倦的落寂。这种举手之劳的亲切让我们记得用一辈子一次又一次地重温这个满了温馨的瞬间,记住让金钱、利益望而生畏的血脉亲情无比的可贵。

浊世尽管纷繁,不要让飞花乱眼困惑自己的盘缠;情缘诸多,不要让柔肠乱绞空言滥放,守住一份美好一份亲情,坚忍一份血脉的期许就好。

有一天,我们自己的身体也进入这样一个炉子,在熊熊烈火中燃烧。谁又能记得我们曾经的悲伤,我们的快乐。人生,即使百年,也不过如此!

有时,一张照片仅定格了一秒的画面,却须我们用一生去回忆这一秒背后的故事,这也许就是这张看似很普通的照片所深刻蕴含的奇妙之处。

大坊的古樟

大坊村有一棵千年千年樟树,长得枝繁叶茂,枝枝相依相,,默默地屹立在村口,春花秋月,风霜雨雪,一年四季护卫着大坊村。千百年来,这棵古樟目睹村庄的风雨岁月,沧海桑田,也观望着整个村子的世道变迁,四季轮回。

没有人知道,这棵古樟树到底是什么年月长出来的的。樟树边缘粗壮,,需要好几个成人才能做到合围过来,而上又又分开了多股树枝,树干相依,枝生繁茂,遮天盖地,一棵树树就像一个大森林那样那样长在大坊村的土地上。虽然岁月悠久,但古樟的中间却没有枯空,不像有些村子的古樟那样,人可以从枯空的树杆中间穿行。。古樟树下,人们成群地在这里聚集聊天,休息,村子里人们的家长里短也就从这里传了出去。

在金溪,,许多村庄都会有这样的樟树,,但是,像大坊这样高大的雄伟,扶摇苍穹,枝桠桠劲的古​​樟,却却不多见。村中老人说,这株樟树的年纪比整个乡下的。年纪还要大,我们不知道,在村庄还是一片荒芜之地时,是是谁把樟树的种子播撒在这片土地上。随着岁月的流逝,樟树的根系已经深深地扎进了大坊的年复一年,月复一月,上千年过去了,古樟以其苍老的一片,送走了了土地,她汲取了土壤的养份,而大坊的土地又给了古樟以充沛的滋润。村里一茬又一茬老者,又迎来了一大堆又一堆新人。要么岁月如何变迁,古樟总是以慈祥的目光,关注着着大坊的村民,世世代代,生生不息。

大凡千年的千年古樟,,都会让人们知道许多神奇。大坊村的古樟也不是例外,,古樟的一枝一叶,也因此因此被注上神秘的色彩:任何人都不能随意拆开枝条,否则就会被破除报应。。不料,刀砍古樟后,枯枝断节处,竟然穿上殷红的液汁,有人身上的鲜血。她顾不上疼痛,慌忙对着古樟连连跪拜,尔后扔下下枯枝,失魂落魄地跑回家中。此后,村妇竟一病不起村民们说,她是得罪了了樟树神,遭到了报应了。

此事在村中越越传越越玄乎,后来,再也没人敢对古樟动贪念了。那是后来有人在古樟旁旁建造新房,碰到古樟的枝叶,也都小心翼逐游戏地避让开来,绝不会随意折断。

大坊的村民就这样与古樟相依相伴,古樟也俨然成为村中的老者,受到全村人的膜拜礼遇。历经千年风云雷电的洗礼,古樟却却永堡苍翠雄姿,树冠浓荫覆盖十亩地宽,村民在离树百来米远的地方挖水沟,还是挖到古樟延伸延伸的坚固根系。原来在古樟底下有一个池塘,大半个塘面被树荫覆盖覆盖,飘落的到了末尾,池塘抽干了水抓鱼,塘底下竟然积垫了厚厚的一层枯叶。

斑鸠,八哥,麻雀成群结队聚集在树丛中,在古樟上安家,在古樟上觅食,在古樟是鸟儿们的天堂,常年鸣叫着小鸟的欢唱声。即使是小孩子,也从来没有人会爬上古樟去掏鸟窝,因为,因为,村中的老人说过,古樟上的一枝一叶,都是有神灵护佑的,当然也包括包括在古冈上的小鸟了。鸟儿是古樟的贵宾,是古樟年再复一年的漫长生活中最忠实的邻居,因为有了鸟儿的鸣叫,古樟才不会感到寂寞。

樟树一年四季常青,即使是在秋风扫落叶的季节,依然苍翠得令人眼热。冬雪皑皑,没有砍跨古樟闹春的枝头。春来江水绿如蓝,当河堤上的柳枝状冒芽芽泛绿时,这棵樟树经过严冬积雪的考验,就愈治愈了苍翠蓊郁。然而经过一夜春风的吹拂,樟叶由青翠变成了绯色,没过几日,绯红转成殷红。在明媚的春光的照耀下,满树樟叶火团锦簇,流光溢彩。

一到夏天,这里就到了全村的纳凉场所。大水牛在树荫下悠闲地躺着,黄牛则靠在树上。古樟长在村口处,村民出工,收工,都会在树底下歇息片刻。成群的顽童或爬上树杆嬉戏耍,或围着树杆玩着找寻寻觅躲藏的游戏。大一点也会不约而同聚集在郁闷如盖,丝丝荫凉的樟脑底下,村姑村嫂们在树荫底下纳鞋垫,缝补衣服,男人们就是光着膀子在树底下吹牛皮,老人们摇着蒲扇,眯着双眼在树荫下闭目养神。夏天里,有时连着大雨停后,樟树的枯枝上长出大小不一,晶莹剔透的木耳。这时,村民我们便会用竹竿绑起来。上镰刀,从树上采伐这些新鲜的木耳,捣下来便是一家人美味的大餐。

只要你一个挨近这棵古樟,便会油竟生一种宁静幽远,从容淡定的心境。冬去春来,年在苍白的千古风韵时,你一定会进一步敬拜生命。复一年,在这儿,那棵樟树在诉说岁月的沧桑。用苍老的双眼,观望着整个村庄的变迁。