Li's land near the sea (two external articles)

..... In the ancient sunshine, endless tidal flats, sandy beaches, floodplain highlands, shallow depressions, slightly inclined flat beaches and gentle hills have been paved all the way to ancient times-there, the Yellow River and the sea began this love of life and death, and the river, with its heavy sediment on the Loess Plateau, rushed over day and night, and the sea opened its warm heart and rolled salty tears to meet it. Their love will last forever. This time, they embraced again and again, layer upon layer, wave upon wave, and became endless and eternal. ...

People who have been here say that it looks like the Great Wall, and the grandeur of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen" is most obvious here; Some people feel that they have entered the virgin forest and have been conquered by the wild atmosphere. These are all very good, but they also have unique charm. From a distance, it looks like a huge castle community. These castles are quaint and solemn, and you can imagine how magnificent they used to be. But this group of castles has been overthrown. Where is the splendid palace? How did the jewelry fade? Everything was different yesterday, and there were scenes after the collapse of the dynasty everywhere-tidal dams bitten by years and tides, abandoned Yantian earth weirs, which were its ruins; The bones discarded by oysters, clams, mussels and clams are gravel. No matter day or night, the joy of the wind is like crying, rising and falling, adding a bit of mystery. If you must know its true colors, you will have to wait until you meet a mirage. At that moment, the grand occasion of the past appeared, very magnificent.

It's a pity that too few people can recognize this great beauty. Always give priority to with Xiao Suo and Qi Qing. Spring is the season when grass weaves green through the earth, but it is still full of gray and yellow, and there are no shiny buds. There are no trees, only bare cement telephone poles stand quietly (a proverb says there are more telephone poles here than trees, but there are no trees). There is a circle of white alkali powder hanging on the edge of the puddle, and the salt and alkali chips on the ground are like thick frost and snow. The poem "The stars descend from the clearing, and the moon runs up from the river" seems to be appropriate. There, the sea is boundless; Here, the clouds in the sky are low, and the wasteland is vast and gloomy. A person coming here is "* * *". You feel unbearable loneliness, panic, emptiness and boredom, which will "squeeze" you into dust. Of course, if you persist, you will also experience the joy of adventure. But who will experience this happiness? Ten years ago, there was no access road (asphalt road), no electricity and no postal service. Twenty years ago, the car pulling salt in Xiao Lv, which rattled off and on, was the most vivid scenery. Thirty years ago, a training brigade of the PLA Air Force set up a shooting range here, and planes crawled in the sky. The recruits who played for the first time shot at the target with water guns like naughty children. ...

Further inside, you will see a sparse village. There are more than a dozen families in these villages, only a few; The village name is either Zhang Jiatan, Wang Jiapo, Yang's house or Liu's house. Many villages are only a few decades old. Decades ago, an old man who fled the desert pushed a creaking unicycle, and his two sons were pulling in front. Or a young man who "kidnapped" his beloved girl and carried a small burden in order to get rid of "parents' orders and matchmakers' words"; Still the man who escaped the fatal disaster, single and empty-handed ... He came to this desolate depression from the mainland, chose a "treasure land" of geomantic omen by the river bank, built a mud house to live in, and raised the smoke from the kitchen. Then land reclamation, only a handful of seeds are scattered in the ground, even no seeds, fishing for a living, cooking the sea for a living. Tsunamis flooded houses and fields countless times, and they built houses and reclaimed land countless times; The fishing net is broken and needs darning. Year after year, generation after generation, villages gradually formed and grew. Earlier, there were Chinese, Manchu, Bai, Hui, Mongolian and Oroqen languages here, and different villages had different accents. In the small market, no one can understand what the other party is saying, so they have to trade with gestures, while * * * enjoys one side of the water and soil. Now people are full of words. ...

The yellow river is playing hide-and-seek with the sea, hiding aside and laughing secretly here; Is the sea full of eyes? Is it blind? Or will it always be broad, vigorous, selfless and sincere? As always, it shows its mind, it cheers loudly and surges, and the ditches and branches of the sea are full of water, so vast; When it retired in disappointment, it became a muddy beach. The low tide sea seems to be exhausted and lying down; But it is not reconciled, it is accumulating strength; Seeing that it was full of energy, it stood up and returned to Tuhai River, Qinkou River, Chaohe River, Lizhan River, Zhulong River and Xiaomi River. At Tuhai River and Qinkou River, it ran for more than 160 miles in one breath (if it hadn't opened the gate, it would have run forward). While looking for it, I gasped, and my breath was salty, wandering in the rich country and Xiawa area. The sea comes twice a day like this, never stopping and never changing its infatuation. Listen, it shouted the names of its relatives all the way, and its voice was hoarse.

What does the sea bring to the wilderness? Is it like some people sigh, sesame-like shell fragments, thousands of miles of bitterness, poverty and suffering? No, the sea has given this land a special nutrient. Ask alfalfa and Vitex negundo, they grew up under this nutrition. They only grow in saline-alkali land and flourish; If there is no saline-alkali land, they may not exist (behind this apparent harmony is their desperate struggle with saline-alkali land, in which their roots are deeply rooted inch by inch). In the same kind, they not only have thick stems and thick leaves, but also "drink" the bitter water underground, but hand over useful things. Alfalfa leaves are edible and seeds can be used to extract oil. How many poor people have been fed in the famine years! Red Vitex negundo can drive people away from the cold in winter nights. There is not a corner in the local yard without a pile of red wattle trees. They returned to earth in another form. First frost twice in late autumn, where the vegetation withered. Instead, it was painted red, as if it were covered with a red carpet embroidered with velvet flowers, which made people want to roll. Rabbits like to play games here best, but these little creatures either hold high jump competitions or hurdles competitions-they are worried that their tails will be burned by clusters of "flames". In this way, alfalfa and red wattle decorate the wasteland with the burning of life, because with them, the wasteland is no longer lonely and desolate; Shortage is beautiful because of them.

Maybe there will be patches of reeds or clumps of reeds on the wasteland. Although they can't cover the wasteland, the green waves rise and fall with the wind, surging and echoing each other, forming a Wang Yang. The villages in the depths of the wasteland are like islands. Approaching them, you find that reeds are actually sparse, but they come out of the ground like whistling arrows with green poles, which makes this place full of wildness. It is hard to understand that they are happy to be eaten by sheep and cattle, and sheep generally roll on the ground. Sheep always bow their heads humbly, "sasha vujacic", chewing the rich reed grass at the top with a mouthful of My Sweetie juice. Because of fear of not eating this meal, the weak species who have been hungry many times in their lives would rather hold their stomachs and whip will float over and refuse to return. On the wasteland, the cow vowed to be a nobleman once, shaking her stomach and going alone, leisurely and carefree; Occasionally scream at the sky to express your boring mood; I'm full, but I lie around taking a nap regardless of my identity. Here and there, it looks like a few black beans that farmers inadvertently lost. "The dew has not been collected yet." The reeds stained with dew are green and lovely, so that cattle and sheep are reluctant to spoil them. Reed is unyielding, but when young, it has the beauty and softness of a girl. Waterbirds landed on it, and reeds shook for a long time. People with orchid hearts can play flute-like music by holding two reed leaves in their mouths. But when they reach their peak, their joints are as thick and jingling as men. Weathered and mature, they will fall under the sickle with blue light and use their strong bones and muscles to shelter human beings from the wind and rain. At this time, hundreds of wild geese often pass over the pale reed flowers, and the flapping wings and shrill cries on the edge, combined with the friction and flapping sound of leaves, form a vigorous symphony, which seems to be heroic for them.

There is also a strange plant-Zhanhua Dongzao, which is a kind of "fairy fruit". It ripens in the winter when all the fruits are picked, with thin skin and tender meat, sweet and crisp, rich nutrition and unforgettable taste. In history, because it is rare and precious, it is just a tribute that ordinary people can't taste; In recent years, Zhanhua winter jujube has developed on a large scale, and foreign merchants have come to buy seedlings. However, just as "oranges born in Huainan and oranges born in Huaibei are bitter oranges", jujube trees will greatly disappoint those who love them without fresh fishy smell and turbulent Bohai wind in this bitter saline-alkali land.

Last year, when we visited Dongzao Garden in Xiawa Town, Zhanhua County, the picking period had passed, and we couldn't see them covered with agate and bright purple. What we see is that they look lazy after harvest, and they are thin stems, twisted branches like rusty wire, and some branches are broken somehow (are they crushed by overweight fruits? )。 The skin of the old tree is dry and rough, covered with scars left by armor from bottom to top, almost piled up and pitted; Teenage trees are still so short, with their heads propped up sideways. Every year, they are "deformed" by wiping buds, pinching heads, cutting short, retracting and pulling branches. They were all exhausted and their thin bodies rustled in the cold. The whole garden was dark, with a faint mist stuck in it, and there was no sound for a long time. But from their tenacious and stubborn posture, we clearly feel that they are not depressed, not sad, they are proud and firm; They didn't sleep because of fatigue. They stood silently by the Tu Hai and the Qinkou River, feeling the pulse of the sea and listening to its breath. They are waiting for the call of the sea. The fruit grower also specially introduced us to the smallest winter jujube tree in the garden. They are only one meter high, and their "bones" weigh only two or three kilograms, but they have to bear more than ten kilograms of big red dates. When they can't move their backs, they lean on the bamboo pole support and bite their teeth. The fruit grower lovingly stroked the top of a small jujube tree and said, "Look at it, it's tired and sallow, as if it had a serious illness." Compared with people, they are still children and playful ... However, when it germinates in spring and sits on the fruit, they are happy again ... "

I walked in the jujube forest and thought, I am sure that the sea not only gives the wilderness this special nutrient, but also nourishes the spirit. It cultivates and forges a brand-new spirit in the wilderness in a unique way. The wilderness has soul, will, courage and strength!

Why is this land so magical? Because behind it is the sea!

The gender of pear trees

It's early winter, and most of the crops have been harvested and most of the vegetation has withered on the vast Luxi plain. The gloomy sky is exposed without cover, which deepens the emptiness of the field. Although it rained very little all night, it was still dribs and drabs, with no intention of ending, spreading the chill to infinity. Our car drove off the main road, turned into a production road and stopped in front of Liyuan, Hanlu Village, guanxian.

What do you want to see in the pear garden at this time?

A cold wind tore the raindrops into steel wires and whipped them, which startled us just getting off the bus. I covered my face with one hand and grabbed my collar with the other. I didn't expect to meet this kind of weather when I went out, and I wore less clothes. The colder the weather, the more I regret not agreeing to this trip.

It's not that I haven't been to the pear garden, and I've been there more than once. The pear garden is not ugly, but it was spring. In spring, when the grass spreads wide green brocade on the yellow soil, there will be some trees to add icing on the cake. Peach blossom is red, tung flower is purple, pear flower is white ... a bunch of flowers in the east, a flower in the west, clusters, and the plain is as charming as a bride wearing a rockhopper. People who spend the long winter in reinforced concrete with cats can't wait to run under the flower tree. However, if you only see one or two trees or a small piece of pear, although they are beautifully dressed, pure and holy, which makes your heart beat, it is not the same as going to the pear garden to see flowers. I didn't believe this statement at first, but one year when the pear blossoms were in full bloom, I went to a pear garden of more than 10 thousand mu. When I stood on the high platform in the middle of the pear garden, there was overwhelming white all around me, and the rolling snow waves were overwhelming, and the splashing foam wet my clothes and hair. I was short of breath and my mind was greatly shocked. At that moment, I understood that beauty is powerful!

The orchard in autumn is rich. It not only has to harvest countless heavy fruits, but also is an excellent opportunity not to be missed from the perspective of viewing. After a summer of gestation and storage, the first finger-belly-like fruit grew to the size of a fist, and the cortex became a little delicate, yellow and white. Just two days later, the "face" became fatter, the light increased a little, and the beads were round and jade-like, crystal clear. Slowly, the branches could not bear the weight of the fruit, and the ripe pears were picked and piled up in the fields and on the roadside. The soft glow reflects the smiling faces of fruit farmers, and the intoxicating fragrance permeates the countryside. Are your eyes and nostrils enough at this time? As long as you feel it wholeheartedly, your heart is warm and sweet, and the whole world is beautiful and vast for you.

I always think that pear trees are maternal. Their beauty, purity and kindness always remind me of our sisters and our mothers in the countryside.

Without the lush foliage in summer and the busy harvest in autumn, the pear orchard was deserted before pruning. A landing car was transporting fertilizer to the ground, and the old cow pulling the car struggled to dig the soil and stared at me with angry eyes. The unloaded dung piles formed a long queue, perhaps because it was rainy and nobody laid it.

There is a man wandering in the pear garden with his hand behind his back. This is a man in his fifties, of medium build. In a trance, I took him as a pear tree. He stood under the tree and looked at the canopy for a while, thoughtfully. Is he our man?

It is said that this is the man who saved the pear garden. If he hadn't given his life, I'm afraid this garden wouldn't exist long ago. It's about pear orchards in various villages a few years ago. There are too many pears to sell, and piles of them rot under the tree. Broken-hearted farmers see through that it is better to plant pears than crops, clamoring to cut down pears. A group of fools dragged their heads straight to the pear garden, but he was already standing at the gate of the pear garden. He threw a blunt sentence: "Whoever wants to cut pear trees, cut me first!" " He told the young people with tears that this pear was planted by our ancestors and saved their lives. During the Hongwu period, ancestors fled for food and lived here. When they saw a large wasteland, they set up sheds to build houses and open up wasteland for farming. I didn't expect this to be the old course and silting area of the Yellow River. One night, a strong wind blew. When I saw it in the morning, the yellow sand almost flattened the house. Grandpa zu struggled to climb out of the sand and coughed up a pool of sand. He didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he told his descendants that they had to plant trees to survive. The soil here is suitable for planting pear trees, so the ancestors got pear seedlings. Plant this year, plant next year, and the small pieces of the pear garden will be connected into large pieces. With pear trees in the way, we are not afraid of sandstorms. Our ancestors ate pears in pear orchards, survived and multiplied to this day. "I met a little difficulty, just cut down the tree of our ancestors? Black sheep, black sheep! " His eyes were red and he shouted loudly, and all the men bowed their heads and began to cry.

Since then, he has been wandering around the pear garden all day, and his mind has been "turning": how to turn pears into golden bumps, how to find new varieties that are popular in the market, and how to promote tree pruning and fruit bagging. Pear made money, and he "turned" to green eco-tourism, attracting tourists to the pear garden to enjoy flowers in spring, green in summer, fruit in autumn and trees in winter. ...

We met him in front of the "Jieyi Garden" (three old pear trees that look at each other like Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei). His name is Feng Junkui, and he is the branch secretary of Hanlu Village. He has a rough black face, angular and inarticulate. He mostly introduced the pear garden to us with powerful gestures and pride in his eyes, but it didn't affect our reception at all. We sincerely admire the boldness and shrewdness of this man in western Shandong, and appreciate the naming of the "scenic spots" of the pear garden by this man of heart. The trunk of a pear tree clings to the ground and winds forward, and the crown of the pear tree suddenly raises its head and is named "Wolong"; Two pear trees leaning on one side are called "lover trees" because their roots are intertwined, their branches are connected and they depend on each other. There are also three gentlemen, four dynasties elders, five godmothers, six guards, seven fairies, eight immortals gathering, pear garden, imperial lodge garden and other image characteristics ... There are many trees in the garden that are 300 to 400 years old, and some are over 200 years old. What strange shapes can't grow? It is not unusual to grow up, and this human story is reasonable and vivid, which makes people have rich associations. In addition to folk customs, "scenic spots" also run through a prominent theme. For example, next to a stout, leafy tree, stands a Taihu stone with the words "imperial wind" engraved on it; An old pear tree, which stands tall and upright, is honored as the "God of Sand Town". A pear tree that has been dead for many years (after vicissitudes of life, dying of old age year after year, or having an accident in a disaster), but its owner can't bear to dig it up. It has no head and only a thin trunk, but it still stands there. Yes, it is an immortal monument on the green Luxi Plain in Wan Li today. I approached it and put my feet down. I wanted to hear it, but it kept silent.

The cold rain is still dripping, but the forehead is not so cold and the clothes are no longer thin. I am surprised that the garden has suddenly changed, and my eyes are red and green, so lively. Pear leaves dipped in frost and dew, some remain green (only this green is dark green), some are red, warm and dignified. What floated down was golden yellow, and the road was covered with tin foil. Walking on this golden road, I am so extravagant that I doubt that I have become a king.

While speaking, Feng Junkui led us to the viewing plank road. Walking through the garden, my arm touched the pear branches from time to time. No, they hold your hand kindly. The plank road is slightly higher than the pear tree. From top to bottom, I was dismayed to find that they had so many broken treetops, so many twisted branches, and their trunks and branches were scarred-there were dense flowers and leaves to hide them, which people who enjoyed flowers and leaves could not see or find. I know this is the scar left by rain and lightning, which embodies their blood, tears and humiliation, but without these sufferings, there would be no struggle and the beauty after struggle. Although I understand this truth, my heart still hurts when I look at them. But what makes me happy is that all the experiences can't change their love and yearning for life. Look at the criss-crossing branches, twisted branches, and branches hooked like claws, all of which are flourishing and buzzing in the howling wind in winter.

"If it snows heavily ..." I made an assumption excitedly, imagining that the snow was wrapped around the land of plain clothes and the sky was lined with blue sea water. At this time, thousands of trees in the pear garden broke free from the snow, and dragons and snakes danced. Especially those century-old trees, black as iron, full of pride, silver beard fluttering, more resolute and heroic, charm not losing old beauty, spirit better than Gu Song.

Feng Junkui, standing beside me, seemed to see through my mind and said with a smile, "That scene made you dumbfounded!"

I missed the conversation and I was immersed in it. Here, the pear tree undoubtedly shows a masculine temperament, which is another aspect of it. What does this symbolize?

The local tree Populus tomentosa survived.

In my plain, which village has no rows of trees?

The places with the most trees are the village head, intersection, yard and both sides of the river ditch. Three trees gathered there in groups of three or five, just like some idle cultivators, chatting without saying a word; Or like a woman coming back from the market, carrying a laundry list, woven bags and holding her little grandson, a steady stream. This is a close look, but from a distance, it is a long and wide green scarf, draped over the shoulders of the villagers-who weaves it densely and thickly, and doesn't catch cold in a village that is used to going shirtless?

Trees are indispensable in the village, and there are trees in every yard. They either stand in front of the window, hold up the umbrella cover, and block the sinister sunshine for the host; Or keep a feather fan at the door of the rice shed to send a wisp of breeze to the steamer on the stove; Of course, those naughty boys only care about playing by themselves, and some tiptoe out of the courtyard wall to listen to the noise in the street. The master likes it, too. There is no one in the village who doesn't like trees. They treat young trees like children, give them a basin of water when they are dry, and help them put on straw clothes in cold weather. The old tree is a respected elder, and an old tree is respected by the villagers. I remember when I was a child, during the Chinese New Year, my father should pay attention to the gods, the earth and my home, and he should run to the street and offer a wick of incense under the old pagoda tree.

One day in the village can be said to start with the singing of birds in the trees, spread from clusters of leaves, and be full of shiny new buds. In the early morning, the canopy is particularly lush, and every piece of red tile is covered by them, rendering the cheerful birds singing and dew dripping from the tip of the leaf together, wetting the village from head to toe. The day in the village can also be said to end at the top of the tree. The setting sun turns into a big egg yolk, which falls firmly on the tree like a ridge, and the kitchen smoke is also entangled among the branches. The farmer dragged his heavy legs back from work, and when he saw the carmine on the treetops, his heart was at ease, and the rough temper of men was softened a lot because of fatigue. At this time, the wind often stops, the treetops don't move, and the whole village is quiet and warm.

In fact, these are very common trees, such as willow, elm, poplar, locust, Fraxinus mandshurica and neem-what rare trees are there in rural areas? Only these ordinary and unremarkable trees are vigorous, whether on the ridge of the field or in the pile of stones, whether there is water or fertilizer, they all grow vigorously (your trees are often too delicate to eat this bitterness). On the outside, they do look rustic, clumsy and even a little silly, but have you noticed their heroic struggle with the sand? Facing the storm and sandstorm, they are fearless, stand up bravely, break bones, tear clothes, and don't shrink back-how amazing it is! After a long time, you see more virtues in them. It goes without saying that they cover for strangers. When the owner built the house, they did not hesitate to give their bodies to make beams and purlins; The master's daughters are going to get married and be photographed, but they have no regrets and become boxes and cabinets. All this is beyond the reach of the famous tree supported in the garden. This is them, they have been integrated with the village, regardless of you and me, the village can not do without them, and they can not do without the village. Without villages, their lives are meaningless. Even the accurate names given to them by tree research experts are "native tree species"-how many cordial feelings there are! What does it matter if such a tree is ugly?

But I want to say here that there are many beautiful trees, such as Populus tomentosa. Populus tomentosa is a member of poplar family, and its brothers and sisters are Populus deltoides, Populus euphratica, Populus euphratica and Populus tomentosa. Can grow to more than two meters, Populus tomentosa gradually stands out from the crowd. The trunk is tall and straight, and the "big eyes" shine with the light of youth. When Populus tomentosa is not very tall, it looks like a birch tree, slender, beautiful and elegant, with a delicate and smooth skin and a silvery white luster. Birch is the Russian national tree, which is also found in grasslands and forests in the north of China, but nowhere to be found in the south of China. In the eyes of southerners in North China, birch is as charming as a quiet and shy girl, and Populus tomentosa is the tree girl in this area. When Populus tomentosa grows to the size of a bowl, their femininity disappears, full of masculinity, strong, dignified and inviolable. People also call them "common Korean pine". Not only is the appearance good, but the Populus tomentosa is also very tall: it has been growing up and never stopped, and its palm is not satisfied with touching the blue sky. They are the tallest and most ambitious giants in the family.

Walking on the plain, I don't know why, but I like to look at trees. You can never get tired of seeing trees by their appearance and manner. Even those trees with thick hands and big feet, those trees with crooked necks and shrugged arms, I think they are very vivid and lovely. And whenever a few Populus tomentosa trees are found in the village head and roadside trees, while being firmly attracted by their eyes, a good feeling will suddenly rise in their chests. However, we don't often see Populus tomentosa. It is said that this kind of tree is difficult to survive by cutting, with slow tillering and lack of seedlings. In addition, in the process of village demolition and road reconstruction, a large number of trees are doomed, and fewer and fewer Populus tomentosa survive, which is almost extinct. Knowing this, I feel sorry for this tree, and I feel sorry when I think about it.

I came to guanxian by accident this autumn. During the chat, my friend said that there is a nursery in guanxian, which is the breeding base of Populus tomentosa in Beijing Forestry University and Shandong Forestry Department. After years of research, experiment and practice, they invented a new breeding method of Populus tomentosa. As soon as I heard this, I asked my friend to show me around the nursery. I walked into their tissue culture room, but I saw tissue culture bottles on the wooden shelf layer by layer. I asked, there are hundreds of thousands, and there are seven or eight Populus tomentosa seedlings in a tissue culture bottle! Tissue culture of bottle seedlings can also be infinitely expanded and propagated for six generations a year! After the seedlings come out of the bottle, they should be tempered in the greenhouse first. Then we went to the greenhouse to see that the big seedbed and dense seedlings of Populus tomentosa can really be described as "spectacular". The seedlings grow to more than a foot high, brush evenly, the micro-sprinkler irrigation is rotating, and raindrops are sprinkled on the green leaves. The little people who have been confined in the bottle for many days have seen the sunshine and breathed the air, just like pigs, screaming and stretching their limbs, just like that, happy!

I am in a particularly good mood this morning, just like the sky with dark clouds cleared, blue. At lunch, my friend took out good wine to entertain me. I never refused, just had a drink and had a good time. Guanxian Laojiao smells good!

In the afternoon, Zhang, an expert of Populus tomentosa, accompanied us to the old course of the Yellow River, where their Populus tomentosa gene bank was located. In my opinion, lacking the common sense of trees, this is actually a forest with 590 acres of land, in which rows of Populus tomentosa grow. Zhang told me in professional terms that this gene bank has collected more than 2000 germplasm resources of Populus tomentosa collected from all over the country. Indeed, those who are qualified to squeeze into this phalanx are all excellent trees, tall and straight, handsome and full of vitality, as if they were not trees, but horses. Before I got close, the silver halo in the Woods dazzled my eyes, and my heart was tightly wrapped with a strong breath of life. I was extremely excited. While walking in front, Zhang patted the passing trees with his palm like a doll's little brain; Finally, he stood by a poplar tree and stroked the smooth trunk gently, as if it were his lover's delicate skin. His feelings for this forest are too deep. He was assigned to a nursery as soon as he graduated from forest school. He planted trees for the first time on a windy and dusty day. He hid in a tree pit, and soon the sand buried him in a tree. When you go out to collect superior tree resources of Populus tomentosa, why don't you run eight or nine miles? I often run for a day and can't find a tree. Once, he found a 200-year-old Populus tomentosa in Liuli Township, Gaotang County. The old bark is dry, but he still bends, his back is not bent, and his head is held high. He ran up and hugged it, and his face was full of tears. He has been doing this for more than 30 years, no matter whether he is bitter or tired, and he has never called Qu. As long as he can save and preserve this lovely native tree species, as long as the village head and roadside are beautiful, he is willing to suffer again and again.

Under the big tree, the grass is lush, and a group of sheep bow their heads to eat grass and roll forward like white clouds. The shepherd took the thorn whip and stayed to hum a tune. There are two young people in the distance, looking at each other silently, as if they were a couple, and this is also a good place to fall in love (the locals say that Mao Baiyang's marriage is "matchmaking", his daughters are beautiful and his men are handsome). The open forest is unusually quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of sunlight falling from the gap in the crown of the tree. But at this time, there was a sharp howling in my ear, which was getting closer and bigger. It was an "air raid" with flying sand and stones and thunder. There is an old course of the Yellow River that stretches for hundreds of miles in guanxian. It says, "Black wind rises, yellow sand dances, dust covers the sky, the sun and the moon are blind, the wind pulls weeds, trees pull up houses, pedestrians die." I saw this line of black characters in Guanxian annals. Sandstorms have brought countless disasters to guanxian for thousands of years. After the founding of New China, guanxian people planted trees to control the desert. The shrill screams faded away as they approached the forest. The crazy sandman retreated with his tail between his legs-I know it's my illusion, and the forest is still so quiet. It quietly looked at people and sheep. ...

It's still far from the gene bank of Populus tomentosa. I turned around and stared at this magnificent and mighty forest again. From this point of view, their tall body form saw a big rectangular stone. This is a huge cornerstone, which supports Zhang's dream of tissue culture room, the beauty of our village head and roadside, and the green tomorrow of ancient guanxian. I can't help bowing to it deeply. ...