Who is the watcher of the poem about osmanthus and poplars?

Author: Keiko

A tree has been buried under a crock for some time. In a daze, she suddenly heard a slight crack. Inspired by similar voices, she began to work hard in out of the dark day and night. Her efforts were not in vain. At the end of this spring, she finally bit through a crack in the crock and grew a yellow leaf.

Before she finally gained a foothold, she began to look for the seeds that broke out in front of her. She found him in the yard not far from her, more than half a meter high, but he was pinned under a high wall.

In order to grow up, she tried her best to suck the sunshine and rain. No matter the thunderstorm or gale, she stood upright and worked hard to make progress. Although the crock pierced her sole and the wall grazed her skin, she was absent-minded and even refused the flattery of a sunflower and the love of a gladiolus. When winter came, she finally grew to half a meter high, but he had climbed over the wall, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach a thin branch.

This winter seems particularly long. She often waved to him with thin branches in the cold wind, but he didn't find her admiration for him at all. Since you can't hold his hand, wrap it around his roots. So regardless of the sharpness of the tiles and the squeezing of the wall, she tried her best to climb the roots in his direction. Spring came, and her little roots finally met his.

A gentle and timid entanglement finally made him notice her existence, and he found her and her scars. He carefully bypassed his strong roots from those wounds and wrapped her tightly.

Spring has gone and come, and his branches and leaves have covered half the yard, and he can already look down on the flowers and trees in the whole yard. Looking at his tall and straight body and her weak body, it seems that he will never reach the height side by side with him. She is a little discouraged and timid. He seems to see through her mind, and his roots must be more strongly attached to her. She is supported by his strong bones and muscles, getting taller and thicker bit by bit. Now, she can also cross the high wall, listen to the breeze with him and count the white clouds in the sky.

It was a stormy night, and the wind hit her again and again with a grimace. Every shaking will make her skin rub against the stone wall, leaving a scar, and the root hurts more. In order to alleviate her pain, his body leans towards her as much as possible, spreading all branches like an eagle to protect his young, and trying his best to resist the storm sweeping towards her. His belt must be tightly wrapped around her like a small bandage. Countless roots haunt me, I surround you, and I can't tell who is who. In the face of the storm, they have merged into one.

With the movement of the stars, on an autumn night full of moonlight, the rice-like buds filled her crown gently and quietly. The whole yard was filled with elegant fragrance, and he was suddenly awakened by this rare and strange fragrance. He wants to wake her up and share this beauty with her. However, he froze; She is smiling at him with unprecedented beauty, and every tiny petal on her body is full of this intoxicating fragrance.

He looked at her quietly and was moved by her beauty and blooming. Only he knows how much pain and cost he has paid for this day, and those mottled scars are the best proof.

At dawn, someone knocked down the courtyard wall and came to them in a row: "The flowers of this osmanthus tree are really fragrant. Stay and plane the poplar."

With the deepening of hoes, their tangled roots are exposed to people and inseparable. "It's strange that the roots of two trees can't be separated." People don't know how much effort they have made to have each other.

At the moment when the poplar fell, all the osmanthus flowers fell to the ground, as if it had rained osmanthus flowers. A few days later, people found the osmanthus tree dead and fell on the trunk of the poplar tree.

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Huizi, formerly known as Shine Wong, 1990 graduated from the Chinese Department of Qufu Normal University. Now Zibo Daily is engaged in editing literary supplements. He has published more than 300,000 words of the novel Half-Moon Talk (China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press) and more than 200 essays and essays in the Prose of the National Literature and Art Supplement.

. This article was published in the 13 issue of Reader magazine in 2003 and the 8 issue of Prose magazine in 2003 .. He was selected to study in middle school.