Ganzi Daily January 9, 2020
There is a very thick and solid walnut tree on the courtyard of my home. It was there when I was very young. It is said that it is a little old, and even parents do n’t know when it existed. After the death of grandparents, the uncle and dad shared what could be divided, and this indivisible walnut tree became the common property of the two brothers.
Later, Mom and Dad had to build a house separately and move out. The walnut tree hindered the house repair. Dad wanted to cut it down, but because it was the property of the two brothers, the uncle had his own elegance. No consensus was reached. The two brothers had to insist on each other. Dad cut it in half, uncle left it in half, and the walnut tree was left incomplete. Since then, some dead branches and leaves have fallen in the courtyard of my home. Sooner or later, sweeping the courtyard has become a daily task for my sister and me. In order to be able to scan once less, at that innocent age, we tried everything we could, after all, it was swept year after year without any change. For this reason, my sister and I silently complained to Uncle for a long time ...
However, in the hot summer, our complaints about the uncle will gradually diminish with the contribution of the old tree. The lush walnut tree will cover the hot sun and create a shady place for our family. Mom pulls the insoles, and dad drinks small wine. Isn't it a homey thing to live a happy life? My sister and I have more games. Either grab a child, or draw a mess with black charcoal to jump the square, or use our dad or *** feet to help us jump rope ...
No matter what games I play, my sister ca n’t win me, but the more frustrated she is, she will always arouse my fighting spirit, and I will take it seriously, and the interest will become stronger. Walnut tree Naturally, it became the game base for my sister and me.
But very quickly, under the walnut tree, we became a place to look away from and fear. This all stems from the creepy green caterpillar, which is a nasty guy who often climbs to our hair, shoulders, neck, arms and other places where we can accommodate it without saying a word. It made us jump up and down. After being at a loss, we were still at a loss, never left consciously, and occasionally ran into a dream to swear its sovereignty, making us restless. However, my sister and I are still quite strong. As we go back and forth, we are gradually familiar with each other. When we saw it, we didn't really hurt us, so we were not so scared. Under the walnut tree, we became together again. Paradise. That's it, because of the walnut tree, we know some other unnamed insects at a young age.
As we grow up, the walnut tree is also changing. The parts that were cut off by my father have already grown new branches, and they are getting thicker. The branches left by the uncle also have a lot of branches. Looking around, a few miles away, the walnut trees on the courtyard grew the most lush. Seeing such amazing growth ability, I can't help but start looking forward to it, it can grow into a towering tree, can extend the branches to be very long, very long, and become the largest and oldest tree in this village and even the world.
However, on a stormy night with heavy rain, when we all slept very well, my hope was quietly shattered, and no one knew what the walnut tree had gone through. In the morning, people went to do their own things. There was a wreckage in the courtyard dam. Several thick, dismembered and intact trunks that may be older than me were lying quietly on the side of the road without any concern. The walnut tree stood silently on the courtyard wall, and from time to time it fell off a branch and leaves, like tears that couldn't stop falling, motionless, as if it had no strength to sue. I know it was a crime committed by the storm, but what can it do? In the face of natural disasters, there is nothing but self-assurance!
Several times late at night, I do not know where the owl came from, standing on the walnut tree of the uncle's house, mourning in the courtyard dam of my house, the cry was extremely shrill, and it was shuddering. I once guessed that maybe there are some stories we didn't know between the owl and the walnut tree. They are a pair of old friends who are connected to each other and loved each other ... It flew across the sea, across mulberry fields, far away, and came here to condolences late at night The old tree, knowing the bumpy encounters and tragic fate of the walnut tree, couldn't help crying, wailing and wailing for a long time. Thinking of this, I don't feel a little comfort for the walnut tree.
Later, I left my hometown and spent a lot of time on the road. It was inevitable that I bumped into bumps. Looking back at the walnut tree in my hometown, it still stands upright on the courtyard wall. It may have become the oldest tree in the village, and the leaves have fallen as usual, but it no longer seems to be a cry, but a change of appearance. Good 万人炸金花 for new faces. Seeing it at this moment, those unexplainable worries will be relieved. In fact, think about it, life is not like a walnut tree, or a man-made disaster, or a natural disaster. It is inevitable to encounter a few unspeakable scourges, but it ca n’t stop growing and is unstoppable.
In a quiet evening, the afterglow of the setting sun fell through the walnut tree and fell gently on the courtyard dam, as if scattered a piece of ground. The shadows of those widows are the breeze stroking those shards that can not be picked up, and stroking the old tree's half-life memories. Those memories are the lessons of my life, and they will become my daily notes.
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