Out of the house, turn right, only twenty or thirty steps, and walk into a winding path. For twenty or thirty years, I have walked this way to the office every day. Because meeting every day has become commonplace, I am a little indifferent to it.
However, this secluded path is very famous. I remember that in the 1950s, I visited an exhibition about A Dream of Red Mansions on a rostrum of the Forbidden City. I saw a group of paintings composed of several landscape paintings, which painted this road. Prove that this road has something to do with this masterpiece. As for the contact, I don't remember it clearly. There is only a little impression left in my memory: this ordinary road is well-founded and cannot be taken lightly.
This road is a very quiet place in the Yan Garden. Students call it "Houhu", and they seldom come here. What I said above is ordinary, which is a bit of a misnomer. This is actually quite unusual. One side is near the lake, and the other side is tortuous, which is really interesting. There are many pines and cypresses on the mountain. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is always jade in front of you. Unknown florets that bloom in spring will change color after a while until the end of autumn. In summer, the mountains are thick green, and people seem to walk through a green fog. Birds in the forest and cicadas in the branches seem to answer each other. In autumn, maple leaves turn red, which is in harmony with pine and cypress, full of sadness and intensity. I can hardly tell the four seasons.
On the other side of the path is the lotus pond, which attracts attention mainly in summer. At this time, the green leaves welcome the sky and the red lotus reflects the sun. It seems that an incomparably powerful vitality comes out of generate, deep underground. Going up, up, up, and trying to compare with the weather can really make cowards stand up strongly and give people endless attraction.
Whether on the mountain or in the lake, winter is of course covered with snow. In the lake, the green waves in the past were replaced by hard ice. However, in mountainous areas, although deciduous trees have fallen leaves, pines and cypresses are more energetic and greener, which means that if you want to make up for what other trees have lost, you must show the power of green. Coupled with the support of bamboo, people in it will never feel the bleak winter.
This magical path is generally like this.
Among all these magical things, what impressed me the most and impressed me the most was an ancient vine. Vines are a popular plant. There are many descriptions of Beijing rattan in Notes of Qing Dynasty. In ancient temples and famous gardens, there are often several vines that have lived for hundreds of years, and many fairy tales often involve vines. Now Peking University Yan Garden is a famous garden in Qing Dynasty, and there are several Gu Teng plants, which are naturally suitable for you. When we first moved out of the city, we could still see several vines that were said to have been handed down from the Ming Dynasty. Every spring, purple flowers bloom all over the shed, attracting tourists and bees to gather together and become a spring scene.
However, according to my personal evaluation, among many vines, the most distinctive one is the secluded path. It has neither shed nor shelf, but lets its branches cling to the trunks and branches of several adjacent trees, winding up and probably soaring. So from below, except for a dark, ancient and vigorous black dragon-like thick stem, there is no vine at all. Every spring, I walk under a tree without vines in front of me and in my heart. However, a faint fragrance suddenly broke into my nose and the buzzing bees hit my ears. I looked up and saw that among the clouds of green leaves, I couldn't tell which was the vine leaf and which was the leaf of other trees. I vaguely saw purple flowers, which were quite red among evergreen trees. Until now, I clearly realized the existence of this Gu Teng, and I enjoyed it.
After an unprecedented ten-year catastrophe, not only people were robbed, but also flowers and trees were not spared. Grapevine and other ancient lilac trees were alienated into "revisionism" and were ruthlessly punished. Two famous Gu Teng trees in front of the Sixth Hospital and between the Red Third Floor and the Red Third Floor were resolutely, thoroughly, cleanly and thoroughly destroyed. Did I also set foot on a thousands of feet, without investigation and study, dare not talk nonsense; It is an ironclad fact that you will never turn over.
Only the vines in this secluded path are left in the huge Yan Garden. It became the inspiration of Ludian in the vine world of Yanyuan. Every spring, when I am sad and disappointed, the only consolation is Gu Teng in this secluded path. Every time I walk under it, I smell the faint fragrance and hear the buzzing bees, I feel that the world is still worth nostalgia, and life is not all thorns. Among them, I am the only one who knows how to feel, which is not enough for outsiders.
However, I was happy too early. After all, life is still a thorn bush, and roses are by no means everywhere. This spring, when I walked past the place where this Gu Teng tree grew, my eyes lit up and I was shocked: Gu Teng's original volley turned into Rise of the Legend, and the lower part was cut off, leaving only the upper part hanging in the air, swaying with the wind. Looking up again, the clusters of lilacs just blooming on the vine are still smiling among the green leaves. Before they knew it, the roots on which they lived had been cut off and left the ground, and there was no water for them to survive. They seem to be orphans who have lost their mothers, and soon they will not be able to laugh or even cry.
I am a hopeless person. I feel too much, and the supply always exceeds the demand, which often causes a lot of leisure troubles for some small animals and flowers. Real great men never do this. On the other hand, if they are like me, they will never be great men. I still have some self-knowledge. I am destined to be a nobody, and I am willing to be like this. I am willing to cry and sigh for some cats and dogs. The pain caused by Gu Teng's death in my heart is beyond others' understanding.
From then on, I liked the road, and I was a little afraid to leave. I dare not look at the withered Gu Teng hanging in the air. It's really like eating food, which makes my hair stand on end. When I had to leave, I closed my eyes and hurried by. Counting in my mind: one, two, three, four, counting to ten, it is estimated that I have reached the bridge, and I will not see the food, so I will go forward with my eyes open. At this point, I am so sad that where can I enjoy the taste of secluded paths?
However, this will not work either. Although the eyes are closed, the ears can't be closed. Vaguely heard Gu Teng's cry, as thin as mosquitoes and flies, but vaguely discernible. It accused people of being killed for no reason. It has been here for 200-300 years, and it has been living in harmony with the trees it is attached to. Although it has read all the vicissitudes of life, it has never caused harm to people. Every spring, I add beauty to the world with my own flowers. I wonder if it was destroyed by a fool. I feel extremely wronged and have no recourse. Its soul is here. Every clear night, it will come out and become a saint. In broad daylight, you can only cry secretly. The trees on the mountain and the lotus in the pond are deeply sympathetic to it, but they are constrained by nature and can't move, so they can only be speechless. In the vast world, people fight for the government and the city for fame. Where do they care about a Gu Teng's life and death? So, it just cries, cries, cries. ...
There are probably not many hopeless people like me in the world. I'm afraid I'm the only one who can hear Gu Teng's crying. In the world, among all kinds of plants, the Gu Teng in this Yanyuan is really too small. If you ask a man in Yanyuan, no one will notice the existence of this Gu Teng, no one will care about its death, and no one will feel sorry for it. It happened that a person like me let me live in this place and let me walk this secluded path every day, and such a small tragedy happened again; All these accidents come together and I can't breathe. This cross caused by my own character, only I have to carry it myself. Helpless, helpless!
However, I am willing to carry this cross forever.