Wisteria Waterfall/Zong Pu

I couldn’t help but stop.

I have never seen a wisteria blooming like this before. All I could see was a brilliant lavender, like a waterfall, hanging down from the sky, with neither its beginning nor its end visible. It's just deep and light purple, which seems to be flowing, laughing, and growing continuously. On the large purple banner, there were dots of silver light, like splashes of water. When I looked carefully, I realized that it was the most superficial part of every purple flower, teasing with the sunshine.

The spring reds have faded here, and there are no crowds of people admiring the flowers, nor are there any bees or butterflies. All there is is this tree's shining, blooming vines. The flowers are bunched next to each other, one after another, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively!

"I'm blooming!" they are laughing.

"I'm blooming!" they shouted.

Each spike of flowers is in full bloom on the top and ready to bloom on the bottom. The color becomes lighter at the top and darker at the bottom, as if the purple has settled down in the tenderest and smallest buds. Each blooming flower is like a small, full sail, with a pointed bottom cabin under the sail, and the cabin is bulging; it is also like a smile that cannot help but bloom, as if it is about to bloom. What kind of ambrosia is contained there? I leaned forward and wanted to pick one.

But I didn’t pick it. I don't have the habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this purple wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also slowly flowing through my heart. As it flows, it takes away the doubts about life and death and the pain about disease that have been weighing on my heart. I was immersed in the brilliance of these dense flowers. Everything else did not exist for the time being. All I had was the tranquility of spirit and the joy of life.

In addition to the brilliance, there is also a faint fragrance. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it envelopes me gently like a dream. Suddenly I remembered that there was a big purple wisteria plant outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed very high depending on a dead locust tree, but its flowers were always sparse, and lonely bunches hung here and there on the treetops. It seems that he is observing people's faces and testing for something. Later, even the few flowers were gone. Other wisteria flower stands in the garden were also removed and fruit trees were planted instead.

After so many years, the wisteria has bloomed again, and it has bloomed so prosperously and so densely. The purple waterfall covers the thick coiled and crouching dragon-like branches, and it keeps flowing, flowing, Flow 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 touched the little purple flower cabin, which was filled with the wine of life. It spread its sails and sailed on the river of shining flowers. It is one of thousands of flowers, and it is precisely from each flower that a brilliant flowing waterfall of thousands of flowers is formed.

In this light purple brilliance and light purple fragrance, I speeded up my pace unconsciously.

I have no choice but to write an article