Whether in study, work or life, do you often come into contact with prose? Prose is not limited by time and space. Writing prose is inseparable from events most of the time. So, can you write prose? The following is Ji Xianlin's essay "Begonia Flower" carefully compiled by Bian Xiao, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.
Ji Xianlin's Prose Begonia Flower 1
On the way to the institute in the morning, I looked up and saw begonia flowers in other people's gardens, which were colorful. This reminds me of the two begonia flowers in my hometown yard, and now I think it's time to bloom.
Although I like begonia, it seems that it has nothing to do with begonia. Although there are two trees in my yard, I can only find some fragments when I want to find the flowering scene in my memory. I remember playing with some companions on a high cliff in the south of my house one night. Looking north, I saw a roof, criss-crossing and notched, which was a street. Although you can also imagine a wave, it is monotonous. However, on this monotonous roof, I suddenly saw the spire of a flowering tree, as gorgeous as the sunset glow in the western sky. At that time, it was really unspeakable happiness, which was mixed with a little desire to go under this tree and have a look. So I counted them according to the gaps, and finally found out that they were the two begonia trees in my house. I immediately ran down the cliff, went home and stood under the begonia tree until the reddish flowers faded into dusk, leaving only a touch of white.
But this scene only happened once, and I spent the rest of the spring in Beijing. Beijing is an ancient capital, and there are many opportunities to enjoy flowers, but few are blessed. I have only been to Zhongshan Park to see peony, and I have been to the Summer Palace to see Mulan once. In addition, I was the same old friend who ran through many narrow dusty streets under the poisonous sun and went to Xiaochong Temple to see peony once. Because I went too late, I only saw remnants of English everywhere. As for Haitang, it is not only rare to see it, but even the temples famous for Haitang seem to have never heard of it. Spring in Beijing is very short, so short that it is almost absent. It was winter at first, but it was windy for several days, and then when I saw the trees growing green leaves, the weather suddenly warmed up, and it was already summer.
As soon as summer comes, I will go back to my hometown. The two begonia trees in the yard have been covered with big leaves, so it is hard to recall that there were flowers rolling on them. After dinner in the evening, I moved a chair and sat under the begonia tree to enjoy the cool. I saw the gray sky inlaid with stars through the cracks in the leaves. The spider web tied in the middle of the eaves under the begonia tree casts a shadow in the sky by the dim light of the stars. Everything is so quiet. At this time, I often think nothing, just let sleep gently press my brow. When you really fall asleep in the middle of the night and wake up, you often hear the sound of begonia leaves? o？ o？ @? The ground is ringing, and I know it is raining outside.
It seems that there are not many such summers. Six years ago in the autumn, when the leaves of the begonia tree turned yellow, I left my hometown and came to Germany. In a blink of an eye, I have lived in this town for so long. We live every day, but we often don't know what life is like. I saw this sentence in an article before: "We should live carefully from now on." At that time, I felt the same way, and I felt that I should live carefully from now on. But after a while, when I think about it again, I still have some doubts. I don't know how my life is.
This is especially true in Germany. I have made up my mind to study in Germany with the spirit of asceticism, so I seldom think about anything except reading books every day. But reality doesn't allow me to do this. And my motherland is dreaming again, which makes me feel uneasy as a wanderer thousands of miles away. In this way, between fantasy and reality, between the motherland and foreign countries, my mind is struggling. I don't know how it came, but six years have passed at once.
Gottingen is a famous flower city. When I came here in the first spring, there were many flowers here. This surprised me. Every garden is full of flowers. Colorful, like a brocade. But I never seem to notice that there are begonia flowers here. The reason is that I only saw flowers in my eyes at first. Probably can't name it. "Looking at flowers is a bitter translation of Qin's name" will not be translated. Therefore, there is no difference between what you spend and what you don't spend, just dazzling.
But, like a miracle, I saw the flowering begonia in other people's gardens this morning. My heart is moving. It seems that I just woke up from a deep sleep and suddenly found myself living in this foreign town for six years. Homesickness is pressing on my mind and I can't solve it.
In this devastated May Day, when my heart is full of sadness, it is painful to have such a strong homesickness in my heart. At the same time, I cherish this homesickness and am grateful. She reminded me that I am a person with a hometown and a motherland. My hometown is far away from my motherland, but now it is just around the corner.
The farther I am from them, the closer they are to me. My motherland is suffering, how I want to see it! It seems that it is this begonia flower that summons my motherland to my eyes, and I should be grateful for it.
On my way home at night, I went through the garden to see the begonia flowers. It is still as colorful as in the morning. It doesn't seem to care about my mood at all. I stood under the tree and stayed for a long time. I looked up and saw the sunset glow as red as begonia in the west.
The second chapter of Ji Xianlin's prose "Begonia Flower"
Yesterday afternoon, I took my eldest son out for a walk. The warm sunshine shines on the body, which is very comfortable.
Walking to the door of the village Committee, a strong fragrance of flowers blew head on, and I couldn't help taking a deep breath. I am familiar with this long-lost fragrance. This is a begonia flower, which stands not far from the west side of the highway. In the yard of the village Committee, many trees have been planted in an orderly way. Begonia flowers are colorful, dazzling, red in white, pink as smoke, soft and delicate, dense and layered, pleasing to the eye, sending a different spring to passers-by
I am an anthomaniac. No matter apricot, pear, peach and all kinds of unknown wild flowers, I will be very happy after seeing them. I never know what pollen allergy is. Every time I meet them, I will put my nose in front of me, smell the flowers and kiss the petals with my lips. As if at that moment, the flowers bloomed for me and I came for the flowers. I am a prodigal son with unruly behavior.
Led his son into the gate of the village Committee, and the yard was quiet. Sitting side by side with my son on the stone steps, slowly enjoying the flowers of this tree. The warm fragrance lingers around us, and I am so intoxicated that people and fragrance seem to be integrated, looking at the petite begonia flowers on the tree. A breeze blew, and the jasper leaves danced and the flowers waved their sleeves, as if welcoming our mother and son. In such a sea of flowers, I can sit next to my son, which is the blessing that I have cultivated for generations! Time seems to flood here, which makes me think a lot. My son is fifteen years old this year. When he was eight months old, a serious illness made him a cerebral palsy patient. He is weak all over and often has seizures. I took him all over the major hospitals, and finally the kind expert told me: "Go home and raise it slowly, rural people, it's not easy to make money!" Now that the disease has not been overcome, there is really no good way! "My heart is bleeding. I can't make him recover. I can only accompany him slowly and take care of him! I can't take care of myself yet, but he can walk with me and simply call me mom, I want water and other simple daily expressions. When the weather is fine, I will accompany him out to bask in the sun, go to the roadside to watch cars, go for a walk in the square, and sometimes go to the ditch to enjoy the fragrance of nature. Listen to birds and frogs, watch flowers bloom and fall, and I want him to see where there is a good scenery. But sometimes I hear a lot of whispers: "What's the use of carrying a son like that every day? He can't do anything, just eat for nothing! " "oh! If I'm exhausted! ""It was an evil life and gave birth to such a son. "I will quietly shed tears and quickly take my son away from those gossips! I don't want my children to get these unnecessary injuries. As long as he lives and watches the sun with me, I will be satisfied. I can't give him a healthy body, no matter how humble I live, as long as he is alive, I will be happy! I just want to accompany my son to travel around the world and see the simplest scenery!
Seeing my son smiling at these begonia flowers, I really want to tell him in a language he can understand: "Today the sun is shining and the flowers are gorgeous. Tomorrow the weather may change suddenly, or it may be a storm, and this tree flower may disappear. Not necessarily appreciated, living like us is also humble. " "Begonia flowers have fallen, and the trees will be full of fresh fruit in autumn. But in this society with many fruits, begonia fruit may not be delicious in people's mouths, but in any case, begonia trees have not given up growing. Strive to open this season's flowers! "
Begonia blossoms, my heart flies and my thoughts remain unchanged. Nine times out of ten unhappy things will happen in life. Happy people are not without pain, but cultivate a strong heart, so they are not affected by pain. Having a strong heart is not that life plays with you, but that you control life. Taking impermanence as normal, I will continue to find my own direction of survival and bloom my own fragrance like this begonia flower!