(10) Purple flowers in the valley

For me, a lonely guest boarding a mountain, every day at dawn, I creak open the heavy wooden door, and the mountain is covered the next day. Like a hardworking master, I wore colorful clothes and opened wild chrysanthemums in Huang Chengcheng. I was greeted by a knowing smile. It seems that only the flowers all over the mountains are unique in the world, showing the glory and splendor of the "Golden Autumn" party like a unified country.

I don't quite believe Yuan Zhen's "it's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, but that this flower is more barren." I am more or less a skeptic, and I seek it because I doubt it. I have traveled almost everywhere in Shan Ye, hoping to find small and charming flowers.

With the help of a long, thick vine, I slipped from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the valley. With a sickle and a stick, I jumped while walking and came to a flat land at the mouth of the valley. On the right is a gloomy deep stream, and on the left is a bright hillside. A trickle flowed from the thick tangled vines and grass. In shallow places, still water is like the palm of your hand. Large and small, black and white gray pebbles sparkle. If it weren't for the movement of a little white foam and the slightly raised lines due to the obstruction of moss and fine stones, they wouldn't know that there was still water flowing.

The rock wall is dark and cold, covered with weak water, and the ground is soaked with a large piece of green moss; Look up and face the sun. On the other side of the moss, under the sunshine, there is a piece of green grass, like wheat seedlings, like bamboo leaves, like pine needles; Bunches of purple flowers. Suddenly, it's me. Maybe Hanako and I both sighed at the same time: "Yes, yes, I hope it's too late." I can hardly believe my eyes! I saw it slim, shy and timid, vaguely embarrassed.

Approaching it gently, squatting in front of it, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, appreciating it carefully and repeatedly, like wind chimes, like pouched peonies? It is more than a foot high, with straight and fluffy green stems without sharp buds and round leaves, like apricot flowers, cherry blossoms and winter jasmine in early spring and February blooming on bare tender branches; Eight flowers split evenly from bottom to top, as if the opposite flowers were looking in the mirror and admiring themselves. Each flower has five fresh petals, forming a semi-oval shape with a small top and a smooth fit. The center of the petal is white and flawless. When this white overflows, it turns into a faint purple. The more purple, the brighter it is, but it is not greasy at all, and it still maintains a pure and soft luster.

Purple is a very wonderful color, which seems to contain some kind of inheritance or deduction, evolution and sublimation, and of course it may be degradation. The purples I have seen are red, blue and black; The darkness is overwhelming and listless, making people feel lifeless; Red and blue are bright and vibrant. This string of red and purple flowers is purer than lavender, phoenix tree and campanula. It is the perfect combination of wealth and elegance, dignity and nobility and elegance. Gently touch the petals with your fingers, as smooth as wax jade and satin.

? Adala has a saying: "Virgo is a mysterious flower, which can only be found in a secluded place." The soft flower in this corner of the valley is a beautiful and graceful virgin. I narrowed my vision, like a beam of light from a flashlight, and threw it all at it. Only this purple flower in my field of vision, in my feeling and consciousness, cleared the scenery of the wilderness in late autumn. I regard the fresh moss as an endless prairie, the grass like wheat seedlings and bamboo leaves as a dense forest, the rocks as a steep cliff, the trickle as an endless river, and the gentle breeze as a cold wave scraping the skin. Then, this string of purple flowers is "beautiful women in the north, peerless independence"

It is the sweet dream of not fade away in the wilderness, and it is another kind of gentle and sweet beauty in late autumn.

In the noisy world, people who love colorful and beautiful flowers are carefully preparing a greenhouse to protect flowers for the winter. And this string of purple flowers is the magic of nature and the tenacity of life. Facing the approaching snow and ice, it may stand proudly and finally fall into the snow wrapped in silver. It is like a meteor, soaring in the clear sky of summer night. Instant beauty is the glory of a lifetime. Is it like the "flower of the century" tequila, that blooming means death? Where did it come from? Will it open here next year, the year after next, and every late autumn for several years in a row? Still so lonely? Has this fire of life, this brilliance of hope sown seeds on the earth?

When people associate concrete images with the concept of "beauty", the first, strongest and even instinctive reaction must be flowers. Yes, flowers are the embodiment of beauty. There is a saying: "The first person who uses flowers to compare the beauty of a girl is a genius, the second is a mediocrity, and the third is a fool." If we put aside the narrow angle of finding first and then using, I think whoever comes first in the world of mortals has the right to use flowers to describe beautiful women. Our ancestors left us countless language treasures: flowers are beautiful as jade, flowers are ashamed and the moon is closed, flowers are gorgeous and peaches and plums, hibiscus is out of the water, flowers are in full bloom ... and "clouds want to dress and flowers are beautiful, and spring breeze blows the threshold to expose flowers", "Last year, this peach blossom set each other off", "Look at flowers in the mirror before and after, and face each other", "Don't look at the autumn pond and green water, it is embarrassing to kill.

? Not only "beauty", but all the sacred, pure, lovely, lively, prosperous, compassionate and sad things are closely related to flowers, or are inextricably linked, and even have a heart in mind with human nature-if you have a heart that loves life, is chivalrous, soft-hearted, sentimental and compassionate. In the beautiful imagination of the ancients, lily is the milk of the queen of heaven, and rose is the embodiment of the virgin Mary. Flower is a spiritual and intelligent life, and understands people's thoughts and feelings: "The shadow of flowers on the partition wall moves, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming." "Where the petals have fallen like tears, the lonely bird has sang mourning." "Tears ask the flowers to be silent, and the red flies over the swing."

There is also Dai Wangshu, who seems to wander alone in the rainy lane ahead, singing a sad and sad dream in a low voice: "I hope to meet a girl as color/fragrance/sadness as cloves" ... while Tagore longs for life to be like a blooming flower: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers."

I stared at this purple flower with deep affection. It swayed slightly, as if gentle lips were moving, like a dream. Does it want to talk to me? Flower language: the flower language of holly is life, and the flower language of hawthorn is the only love. However, what is its language? Eternity or instant?

Staring at its graceful figure for a long time, I can't help but feel a shock and think a lot: flowers and us humans are almost the same fate. It can not only cure people's physical diseases, but also make people smile, eliminate anxiety, soothe the body and mind, inspire the soul, and have and maintain a good mental outlook. So some people think that the definition of "healthy air" should be air with floral fragrance. Flowers, how to change the world? At the end, he wrote: "When our ancient human ancestors saw flowers, they knew that it was a sign of the coming of spring, and it also indicated that there would be delicious fruits later. Among human and wildlife foods, fruits, berries and seeds are the most delicious and nutritious. ..... In any case, taking care of flowers will also support and feed us and enrich our lives. "

However, due to people's great love and monopoly of flowers, among the three most primitive bubbles in human history, the top one is caused by beautiful flowers: tulips. It happened in tulip bubble, the Netherlands, in the17th century, leaving countless people destitute, begging in the street and even committing suicide overnight. The Clivia incident in Changchun, Jilin Province more than 40 years ago, from "green gold bars" to "green killers", made countless people crazy, so that they robbed and killed people, and their families were ruined! When beautiful flowers are associated with wealth and greed, they not only rot and stink, but also disaster will follow.

Sometimes, the better the appearance, the dirtier the soul. Natural beauty does not need to be wrapped in silk, gold and silver jewelry to act as the protagonist of human tragicomedy.

I believe that everyone who sees this string of pure purple flowers will feel pity and respect. Its fresh and mysterious purple and unpredictable breath all shine with the charm of life. It is kind and warm, which can soothe people's hearts and shelter fragile hopes. It will definitely run through my memory and remind me of it on a quiet night in the distant future: graceful, flirting, independent and swaying in the wind.

I bid farewell to this string of purple flowers, and my eyes seemed to give birth to arms, tightly embracing its cleanliness, tenderness, freshness and elegance. I will accompany you tomorrow. If I can't meet you again, don't feel lonely, because a complete you has been deeply planted in the black land of my mind that I have already prepared for you and waited for too long, filling the desolate and empty corner of my soul.

I'm leaving. I can't be as free and easy as Xu Zhimo: "I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky." However, I also want to recite his poems:

The most is the gentleness of bowing,

Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.

Take care, take care,

There is sweet sadness in the treasure-

Shian, Nora.

The picture shows the work of photographer Xiong Pengfei.

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