Text: Xin Qiji wrote in Hidden Water Dragon: "It's a pity that the years fly and the trees are so sad!" Mr. Bai Xianyong commemorates his old friend Wang Guoxiang with the title "A tree is like this". First, he borrowed the original meaning of this idiom to express a feeling that is ruthless with age and illness. The second is to explain that people's misfortunes can be sensed by flowers and trees, let alone close friends. In the face of Wang Guoxiang's death, Bai Xianyong languished for many days like the flowers and trees in his garden that were neglected.
1954, Bai Xianyong and Wang Guoxiang met in the cram school of high school, and they got to know each other because they were fighting for the upstairs, so the tacit understanding between them began. Teacher Bai re-examined from the Department of Water Conservancy of Chengda University to the Department of Foreign Languages of National Taiwan University. Wang Guoxiang transferred from Chengda Electrical Engineering Department to National Taiwan University Physics Department. In those days, it was very difficult to transfer schools, hospitals and departments, especially at National Taiwan University, a top local university. That's what they did. Think about how much strength and courage each other has. Both of them are young people with ideals. When they find that their ideals are biased towards what they really like, they will resolutely start over. How rare it is that two people's personalities hit it off very well. Mr. Bai's university runs Modern Literature magazine, but Wang Guoxiang found out "aplastic anemia", but he still helped Mr. Bai win subscribers, got a scholarship, and financially "funded" this almost impossible magazine. He supported Mr. Bai's ideal from beginning to end and was called a soul mate. Mr. Bai also deeply regrets that he did not embark on the road of physical theory research, just as he regrets for himself. The illness of that year was suppressed, and this is the rest of my life. Unexpectedly, after many years, the monster in this body suddenly woke up and bared his teeth, which made people uneasy. After taking medicine for medical treatment, I had a temporary artificial happiness, so I went to my favorite restaurant to eat a meal, rented a video to take back, and temporarily forgot the pain of the disease in the rambling story. I thought that life was like a letter, he would help each other and share weal and woe with Mr. Bai, but he was ill-fated, and God took the blame, so Wang Guoxiang left first.
At first, I didn't know Mr. Bai's sexual orientation, but when I read "Trees are like you", I really felt that "there was a loquat tree in the imperial court, which was planted in her hand when my wife died, and now it is as thin as a roof". At that time, I didn't know Mr. Wang as well as I do today. Seemingly ordinary commemorative articles, but full of affection. I don't know how surging thoughts are hidden behind plain words when Mr. Wang is writing. This faint feeling, like a long stream of water, reaches the bottom of my heart.
The whole article written by Mr. Bai is ordinary words, telling ordinary old things, and his feelings are all implicit, but between the lines, he can see the pain that is hard to hide. Some people may only be remembered for a short time when they die, while others can live in the hearts of survivors for a lifetime when they die. The Italian cypress planted by two people seems to have predicted the death of their friends, so they planted it with them. Even a tree can be so affectionate, let alone a gentleman. The tree is empty, but people are in their hearts.
Mr. Wang took care of his friends' affairs and went home to take care of the flowers and plants in the first hospital, so that the flowers and plants that had died could live as they did at the beginning, especially the two remaining Italian cypresses and two osmanthus flowers. Mr. Wang also seems to have "temporarily enjoyed the instantaneous prosperity of the world". Only by looking up, the gap in his heart can't pass. As the article wrote at the end: "The only fly in the ointment is that when I look up, I always see the west corner of the garden. There is a gap between the remaining two Italian cypresses. In the gap, there is a clear blue sky and long white clouds, which is a sky crack that Nu Wa's refining stone can't make up. " For Bai Xianyong, Wang Guoxiang is a natural barrier that Nu Wa's alchemy cannot make up.
At the end of the article, Bai Xianyong said that when the spring was bright, he enjoyed the instantaneous prosperity of the world. The fly in the ointment was that one of the three Italian cypresses died, leaving a big gap, which was a crack that Nu Wa could not make up. After reading such words, it is not difficult to say, "How can people be worthy of such a tree?" This feeling is really heartbreaking. It is conceivable that Mr. Bai Xianyong's heart has been ripped away. How can he endure that kind of pain and write this story after many years? The gap can't be repaired, and I don't think Mr. Bai wants to repair it either, because then he can always think about Guo Xiang. What he saw through this gap was a beautiful picture once together. How can he stand the dust? Their love did not lose to secular prejudice, but they did not escape the clutches of disease. Mr. Bai is 82 years old and still unmarried. He recalled the years when they were alone, while the national fragrance was hidden in the fragrance of osmanthus, under the shade of cypress trees, and buried in Bai Xianyong's heart.
But I think they are lucky to meet at the best age of 17 and have been together for so many years. This is a luxury that many lovers have never had. Not all feelings in the world are consensual, so some people say that the happiest thing in the world is: "The person you like just likes you." I miss him/her very much in those days. Many times when people reach a certain age, as long as they can find something suitable for them, they will gradually drift away from their young hearts. Only after walking on the road for many years, I suddenly saw a little couple quarreling on the roadside, and then I remembered the person I loved for so long, and then looked at the distant horizon and smiled and continued to drive my own way. In fact, such people have never had an empty heart, but they just stitched it up by themselves, but the scars have been there. Maybe the life they can't love is more painful, but this is just a normal life, earned by spending several years with their lover.
The whole world says they are gay. "Homosexuality" has never been recognized by most people. In fact, I don't think we need to worry about what kind of people have true feelings. What is important is the existence of this rare friendship of "empathy". People are lucky to have such a relationship, whether it is friendship or love, as long as they can live a lifetime.
Read the last part of "The tree is you" again. "In spring, I sat in an armchair in the garden, sipping tea and reading newspapers, and enjoying the temporary prosperity of the world with flowers. The fly in the ointment is that when I look up, I always see the west corner of the garden. Between the remaining two Italian cypresses, there is a blank. In the gap, there is a clear blue sky and long white clouds, which is a sky crack that Nu Wa's refining stone can't make up. "
Summary: In the past years, willow planting, and Yi-Hannan. Today, it fell, it is a sad Hechi. How can a man deserve such a tree?