North of tree

The North is the North where I grow. The North can also grow many trees. The poplar and poplar trees in the north are the most common trees in the north. Poplar is a fast growing tree species, wu liu nian can become useful. Both the field ditch and the roadside door can survive. Poplar and Canadian poplar are common in the north. In early spring, poplar trees were covered with caterpillar-like things first. When we were young, we called Yang Mao Mao. We often went to the tree to pick up the fallen Yang Mao, and mother copied it with hot water when she went home, then crush the steamed potatoes and mix them together, which is not difficult to eat. Before long, Yang Mao would fall out. Later, when I was in college, I knew that it was actually the flower of Poplar. Later, some green spots of stars will burst out from the gray bodies of these poplar trees. In fact, it can’t be called Green, it is a kind of goose yellow. Those green buds grow carefully. The leaves stretch slowly in the cold breeze of early spring. The leaves are fresh and tender. Pick a piece and cover it between your hands. In the bright spring, you can whistle loudly. These tender leaves, boiled in boiling water, have bitter taste, which is also edible, but bitter. No matter how few the leaves are, the leaves will turn green and the trees will grow dense. There will be strings of green beads hanging between the branches. After a while, those beads burst out, and white beads flew out. This is Yang Hua. When spring comes, Yang Hua wins the snow, flying around and confusing people. There are not so many poetic people in the countryside, and they just feel a little annoyed. Sometimes Yang Hua piled up too much on the ground and was blown by the wind. The children were so happy that they grabbed a box of matches in their hands, one in the east and one in the West, once the Yanghua is on fire, it will be dried up. In fact, each piece of Yangxu is covered with a seed. They will take root in suitable soil and grow young saplings in the next year. In summer, poplar trees are luxuriant, and sunshine and rainwater are hard to leak from their huge leaves. Birds build nests among the branches of trees to rest and have children. The crisp birds’ cries hide among the branches and leaves of poplar trees. Hearing the sounds, it is hard to find them. On the summer night, after eight or nine o’clock, there was no light in the mountain village. The wind comes from the south and passes through the rows of Poplar shoots. The leaves collide with each other. The wind passes through the cracks of the branches and leaves, just like a sudden rain into a river, falling down along the mountain. Sleep with the sound of pillow, but sleep soundlessly. (When I returned home a few years ago, those tall and robust poplar trees which had experienced decades of wind and rain in my childhood and young life were finally cut down. A river in the village has not been repaired for a long time, and the river has not flowed through the village for a long time. There were also several rows of poplars and willows on the riverbank in the west of the village. In the past summer noon, people often lay under the trees to enjoy the cool. Now the trees have also been cut down, while the riverbank is covered by cement foam, but no one goes there to enjoy the cool.) In autumn, especially in late autumn, every poplar tree is golden. When a gust of wind comes, two or three pieces of poplar trees stagger down. When the leaves of the whole tree fell off, my eyes gradually extended to the blue and white sky along the treetop, and occasionally one or two clouds drifted by, I was really worried that I would be pulled by the pointed treetop. The dense branches point straight to the sky like swords. If it is just dusk, the setting sun is bleak, and the meager sunshine is scattered on the treetops in the forest, soaking in the dusk. At this moment, only then did I realize what autumn is bleak. In the northern Loess plateau, there are patches of poplar forests called Old Man trees. These trees were originally ordinary poplar and Canadian poplar, which should be tall and straight branches and leaves exhibition. But there, they were no more than one person, less thick than children’s forearm, and the image was obscene. The reason is that the soil here is too barren and lacks nutrition. Looking at them, sometimes it is not only pity, but also a kind of solemn pain and solemn respect. There are not even a few grasses in this place, and other trees cannot survive at all. But after all, they took root. After all, they survived and guarded a side of soil. All people should pay full respect to life, especially this kind of life. There are usually several fruit trees planted in the apricot farmyard of Northern trees, such as apples, pear trees, peach trees and plum trees. But apricot trees are the most. Apricot trees are drought-resistant and suitable for growing in the north. In the farm, the shadow of spring is usually the first to be seen from the tip of apricot tree. In the early spring, the branches of apricot trees sprouted fluffy buds, either red or white. After one or two spring rains, your heart is not ready yet. It is already full of flowers and spring is full of branches. Song Qi, a person of Song Ci, has a sentence of red apricot branches in spring, which is praised by later generations. But I think it is not vivid enough, and the words are too heavy, which makes me feel that the scenery is harmful to the spring. The small building listened to the spring rain all night, and the tenderness and charm of apricot flowers sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley could not be seen in the north. However, walking in the country village, occasionally behind the dilapidated tiles or a short soil low wall, a fresh red apricot twigs poked out of your head, giving you a sudden delight and feeling the sky blue and the wind soft immediately, inject new spirit into your body, and make your steps lighter. But spring is always very short. A few days later, apricot flowers fall out, and there are all hairy apricot exposed. Carefully pinch them down and throw them into the mouth, which is a kind of fresh astringent acid. In autumn, when the apricot was ripe, the naughty child held a long pole under the tree and hit the ripe one specially picked. There was a more stubborn boy, riding on the trunk with his legs, climbing up the branches and leaves in a flash, picking a bunch of yellow apricot with leaves on the tree, under that tree, there was a young girl with two short braid staring eagerly. The East of my hometown is next to the mountain. When learning Dazhai in the past, many terraces were built on the mountain. However, because there is little rain and the land is not fat, it is often planted in spring and less than two buckets in autumn harvest, so the land is deserted and nobody grows. But some apricot trees planted at that time survived a lot. In spring, the mountain is white and tender, which is a rare beautiful scenery in this small mountain village. It also bears many fruits, but it is often picked up by others when it turns blue in summer. Occasionally, there were several ones growing in higher or hidden places, which could turn yellow when they were ripe in autumn, and were found by the latecomers, which was a very exciting thing. In deep autumn, the leaves were frosted, but the red was old. The red was smelly. The Frost leaves were red in the February flowers. Looking down from the foot of the mountain, the world was green and gorgeous, just like a rush of fire on the mountain. When I was seven or eight years old, there was an apricot tree beside the house where my grandfather lived. Because there were houses on the left and the passageways on the back and forth, people often walked around, so they didn’t look good, the fruits are also sparse, clear and countable. When the fruit is ripe, it is also boring with less juice. But after all, he gave me a lot of hope in my childhood. Later, the tree was sawed for the convenience of opening to traffic, which was almost twenty years ago. The Willow of the Northern trees the common willow in the north includes weeping willows and dry willows. Weeping willows or river banks, long strips like hair, like daughter’s makeup near the river, make people feel infinite love immediately. Or stand on the side of the road and walk in the spring breeze, with the feeling of the emperor returning to the court. Or independent of the wild wind, the end of the world can be seen, where to recruit people? Compared with the willow, the dry Willow seems not to be dressed up, and the hair is unkempt, just like the village woman and the wild woman. Compared with weeping willow which only plays a decorative role in nature, dry Willow still has some practical use in life. Tao Yuanming is known as Mr. Wu Liu. But in my place, willow trees can’t be planted in the yard or behind the door. This is because, however, when there is a funeral, some willow branches will be cut and wrapped with white paper. This is a sad and sorrowful stick, and a longer one will be needed, and a string of hemp paper will be pulled at the top, is evocation streamer. There were also some people who could not choose a willow tree as a coffin because they died suddenly or their families were poor. This is the reason why people taboo Willow. But Willow is a common thing in the works of ancient poets. Liu tongliu, the ancients often borrowed Liu to bid farewell. I used to go, Yang Liuyi, now I go, rain and snow are falling. When I saw Yang liuchun on the roadside, I felt a lot of twists and turns. This year also fold last year at, do not send last year parting person. In ancient poetry, Willows mostly refer to Willows. Willow branches are weak, which used to be compared to women’s delicate figure. Early Spring Willow. The sky is drizzling and crisp, and the grass color is far away but there is nothing. It is the best spring in a year, and the best is that the smoke Willow fills the imperial capital. The Willow Tree which just peaked out the tender buds of the fur began to wake up and start to shake and dance lightly in the wind in the cold wind of early spring. The silky white fluff of the tender Bud seemed to cover a layer of light smoke which could be blown off by a breath from a distance. Maybe it was the laziness of the Willow just woke up at this time, or a kind of melancholy. When the tender buds with melted fur grow into slender yellow leaves inadvertently, it is a kind of color that is so delightful that you want to care for. The soft and tender leaves are transparent and glittering in the sun, the world is so clear and tranquil, trembling gently in the breeze, against the blue sky of early spring. In ancient Zhanghui novels, women are often described as Willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, but I think sometimes it really makes me express my love for Willow and apricot flowers in spring, then I can only use beautiful women as metaphor: willow leaves are like eyebrows, apricot flowers are like eyes. Poplar has poplar flowers, Willow has catkin. At first, a string of pearl-like green particles were hung, and then white floc burst out. After a while, they couldn’t bear loneliness and flew out one after another. Yanghua catkin is a rootless thing, which has always been criticized by literati. But some people also sigh that its weak quality is noble, but why does it often fall down? In summer, farmers often enjoy the cool and summer under willow trees. Willow is not as tall as poplar, and the shade can be covered around the tree body. In summer, you can put a straw hat on your face and put a hoe under the tree, so you can rest easy and have a leisurely nap. Every time I went back to the village, due to the continuous expansion of the village several years ago, the willow trees beside the ditch at the entrance of the village were hard to be seen again. Even if one or two trees survived and wanted to learn from Tao Gong to lie high, in this world, unless there was not a wisp, how could you sleep soundly beside the road? The northern tree of locust locust, also known as locust, is the most elegant tree I have ever seen. It is said that locust originated from Germany in the 18th century and took root in Shandong first. It is quite similar to my Chinese climate, and its rich harvest is better than that in Germany. Later, its traces spread all over the northern China. The crown of acacia tree is very layered, and each layer is well-proportioned, which keeps a lot of space between each other. Each layer is like a tilting round cover. The leaves are compound leaves and wings, and the leaves are light and translucent. The Chinese native is called locust tree, and its fruit is pods. I am saw Acacia when I was studying in Beijing. There are several trees in front of the new teaching building of the school, and there are many teaching buildings whose crowns are higher than four floors. The locust tree is not like a foreign devil, but like an ancient madman, with long clothes and wide sleeves, who is eager to fly. The expression is a kind of free and unrestrained stretch, but there is no deliberate publicity. Looking at the sky with locust trees, the sky is higher and the trees are lighter. A supplementary note: I wanted to write these trees more than ten years ago, and I started at that time. I remembered that it was also at that time that I met a woman on TV. A woman who planted trees with her life in the Maowusu desert. For 18 years, an oasis was cultivated with youth and life in the desert raging with no one. There, she planted not only trees, but also grapes, tomatoes and sunflower. Because of the trees in the originally desolate desert, foxes, rabbits, pheasants and so on also settled down there. Because of the trees, there are six or seven rains there every year than in the past. God also has long eyes. When the leaves turn yellow, God will rain. This woman named Yin Suzhen said so. More than ten years later, I wanted to find some information and recent situations about her on the internet. Except for a little information about her mentioned in a teacher’s article, there was no other information. 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