Lesson 18 Wisteria Luo Waterfall / Zongpu
I couldn't help but stop. I have never seen a vine that blooms so much, but I see a brilliant
lilac, like a waterfall, hanging down from the sky, without seeing its origin
or its ultimate. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing,
and growing. The large purple banner is glowing with a little silver light,
like a splash of water (bèng). When I looked closely, I realized that the lightest part of
each purple flower at that time was teasing each other with the sun. Here the spring red has gone, there are no crowds enjoying the
flowers, and there are no bees surrounding the butterfly array. Some are the
shiny, blooming vines of this tree. The flowers are bunched one after another,
one after another, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively! "I'm blooming!" They're laughing. "I'm blooming!" They shout. Each spike of flowers is blooming on top and waiting to be placed
below. The color is light and dark, as if the purple has precipitated,
precipitating in the most tender and smallest buds. Each blooming flower is
like a full sail, with a pointed cabin under the sail, and the cabin is
bulging; It's like a smile that can't help but bloom. What kind of qióng pulp is contained
there? I leaned in and wanted to pick one. But I didn't pick it. I don't have the habit of picking flowers. I
just stared at it, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only flowing
slowly in front of my eyes, but also in my heart. It flowed, and it took away
the anxiety and grief that had been pressing on my heart at the time, which was
about the mystery of life and death, the brotherhood. I was immersed in the
brilliance of this dense flower, and everything else was temporarily absent,
only spiritual tranquility and the joy of life. In addition to the brilliance here, there is also a faint fragrance,
and the aroma seems to be light purple, and the dreaminess gently envelopes me.
I suddenly remembered that there was also a large wisteria rose outside my
house more than ten years ago, which climbed high against a dead locust plant,
but the flowers were never sparse, and a string of líng in the east and
west hung in the treetops, as if testing something. Later, there was no more of
the scarce bunch. Other wisteria trellis in the garden were also removed and
fruit trees were planted instead. At that time, it was said that flowers had
something to do with the corruption of life. I thought with regret: I can't see
the vine flowers here anymore. After so many years, the vine rose bloomed again, and it bloomed so
vigorously, so densely, that the purple waterfall covered the thick qiú dragon-like
branches, constantly flowing, flowing, flowing to the bottom of people's
hearts. Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the
long river of life is endless. I stroked the little purple flower cabin, filled
with the wine of life, and it sailed on the river of shining flowers. It is one
of the ten thousand flowers, and it is precisely one flower after another that
forms the flowing waterfall of ten thousand flowers. In this light purple brilliance and light purple fragrance, I
unconsciously quickened my pace. 6 May 1982 |
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