The World of Plants and Trees*In the winter grove, meet the wild geraniums

Wild geranium

Picture and text/Hibiscus in the rain

The sun shines thousands of rays of light from the reed tips, and everything begins to shine.

At this time, I moved from the other side of the river to the small forest. Under the forest, there were deciduous leaves, dead grass tips, and the frost on the moss marks was melting little by little. The frozen body of the clover wakes up, rolling with water drops, fresh and soft, and spring is resurrected and surging in its body; a clump of green bamboo, with water droplets hanging on it, flickers and sways in the sun, with sparse shadows and bright, very picturesque; the elongated tree The deep and shallow snow nests in the shadows reveal fluffy moss or dry fallen leaves. They are rough, quiet, and desolate. It makes people deeply feel that the winter grove has withstood the test of severe cold and is bravely calling towards spring.

He leaned against the tree crown, lowered his head and started to look through the pictures in his camera to show me. He came specifically to take pictures of the stream in the cypress forest. He glanced at the desolate forest, introduced the pictures, explained how to take pictures, and said smoothly that there was nothing to take pictures now. But I excitedly thought that frost flowers and plants could be photographed. As long as I leaned over and looked carefully, there were many interesting weeds under the trees. While he was talking, I saw a geranium tree at his feet lying close to the ground, casually unfolding its delicate leaves, which were moistened by frost and turned red and translucent, like a red plum blooming among the dead branches and leaves. So bright, beautiful, and passionate.

When the man heard my name was Geranium, he chuckled. Such a petite grass never grows old. When I wanted to take a photo, he took my camera, patiently adjusted it to the best shooting mode for me, and patiently told me how to take close-up and distant shots.

We talked about how to take photos of flowers and plants, and we talked about geraniums.

I first got to know the grass from Feng Qingyun Dan’s article "Spring in a Bowl". A self-growing geranium brings infinite beauty to a woman who loves life. At that time, I was careless and pronounced "geranium" as "geranium". It can be seen that she is a stranger to me, but her simple and pretty appearance is like my little daughter in the past life, and I like her very much.

After that, I found that geraniums were everywhere, and there were a lot of them.

Of course, I am not a science popularizer. I don’t know and there is no need to work hard to find out which species of geranium I saw. I only know that it is geranium, a lovely weed.

As long as you go out, you will accidentally see the shadow of her graceful flowers on the roadside, under the trees, at the base of the wall, and on the ridge. The stems are either green or red, neither fat nor thin, and just hold up the flowers and leaves beautifully; the leaves are finely hairy and have ruffled edges, like small palms, cute and delicate; the flowers are very small, pink and white, or lavender, Most of them are light in color on the edge of the petal and dark in the inner part of the petal, like a girl's cheeks with rouge, blushing, pink and lovely. A little windy, the petals are light and trembling, flexible, lively and cute. Although extremely small, they bloom in clusters and bloom into a sea of ??flowers. They are lightly pink and white, like smoke and clouds, and their formation is majestic and cannot be underestimated.

The seeds of geranium are very distinctive. There are five styles in the flower of geranium. The fruit is composed of five pods. Although the five pods are next to each other, they are not connected to each other. In this way, when the fruit matures, the five fruit pods separate from each other, roll up from bottom to top, and finally form a circle, with the top ends connected. It is a very beautiful shape. Rousseau described it as "like a branch with extremely exquisite structure." Chandelier." When mature, they will also be ejected dozens of centimeters like the seeds of impatiens and wood sorrel. In the autumn when the sun is shining, it is very wonderful to step close to the wild grass and hear the sound of ripe geranium seeds popping and flying. It accidentally bounced onto the foot and fell into the shoe socket, unknowingly taking it to an unknown distant place.

It is increasingly discovered that the leaves of geranium are the most charming, changing colors with different environments.

There is a flat lawn on the roadside where I work. Every spring, greening workers use herbicides, and most of the weeds wither and die, leaving the lawn in a miserable state. But at this moment, the geranium had eaten poison and turned bright red, like red flowers scattered in the green grass, which was extremely shocking. She performed death calmly, decently and brilliantly.

In autumn, the stems and leaves of geranium become completely red, and the red color cannot be compared to the red of tallow tree and maple. Short, thin, close to the earth, low-key and simple, not like the famous medicinal herb at all.

In fact, as early as ancient times, humans discovered her hidden talents.

Sun Simiao, the king of medicine in ancient times, accidentally discovered that an old stork was pecking a kind of wild grass, and discovered that this grass could cure rheumatism. Sun Simiao believed that this medicinal herb was discovered by the stork and should be attributed to the stork, so it was named "geranium".

The sun is getting warmer and warmer, there are birds chirping on the trees not far away, the remaining snow is melting little by little, the leaves of the geranium are turning red and green, I said this in one breath, the man’s expression surprise. He has been taking photos for more than ten years, but he never knew weeds were so interesting.

We took a photo of a patch of geraniums in the backlight, and found large swaths of red, green, green, and purple, spreading endlessly on the frost-moistened ground, as fresh as jade, like Weaving like a brocade. It makes people feel like they have been deceived by winter. It turns out that there is spring inside winter that is ready to move.

In the slanting shade of an old beech tree on the slope, there is a gap that has been hit by heavy summer rain, and the frost has not yet melted away. Geranium grows on the fluffy moss, and is decorated with jade frost. Think about how beautiful it would be.

Moss has always been an elegant thing admired by literati, so don’t be surprised by its beauty. And the geraniums, the geraniums in the ice and snow, the red and green contrast with each other, hugging each other, whispering, the colors are charming.

Each leaf is covered with light frost, like a beauty covered in white gauze. The frost flowers on the leaf edges bloom into crystal ruffles, which are ice-clear and charming. The moss is the ancient green silk, the graceful geranium is the beautiful flowers embroidered on the silk.

The cold wind is biting, the shadows of the trees are dry, and the little geraniums are crawling on the ice, smiling in the wind, and the clothes are gorgeous, like an undefeated sea of ??flowers, like an unfading painting. The juice of the leaves is flowing, hot and full of vitality.

The little geranium is so tenacious and charming when you look closely. We all fell in love with this humble weed. The man wanted to go home to pick up his children, so he dug up some geraniums from tree branches and brought them back as potted plants. I told him that there are potted geraniums cultivated in the garden. He shook his head. The wild flowers in the snow were full of aura. They didn’t leave any contact information with each other, and it was great to live a simple, clean, and humane life.

I am not in a hurry to leave. I feel that only by walking in the forest alone can I get close to the plants independently and fully. In winter, the bare understory is full of life, and I saw many living weeds, such as geraniums, endives, cat's eyes, etc., but they are not as bright and beautiful as geraniums.

I leaned over to take pictures of the gorgeous geraniums in the backlight. Someone came over and curiously got closer to take a closer look. They exclaimed: Ah, the ground is full of flowers! Can't freeze to death?