Rural Chronicle (iv) the depth of residual Lotus

It was dry and thin, with pale yellow leaves. The water in the pond had almost dried up. It was not long before I walked along the familiar straw stem. The red leaves and green leaves in the past had become my memory. Is it autumn? Indulged in the quiet of the countryside, with green eyes, the thought instinctively thought that everything should be a vibrant impression. The fact shows that in fact, nothing can escape the reincarnation of life. People are, plants also. The grass leaves have turned yellow. Although there are still some tender buds in the shadow, they can’t change the tone of the whole picture. It was an evening with coolness, so I wore a long coat and trousers, standing quietly beside the lotus pond where weeds were still flourishing. The setting sun was still there, with colorful and affectionate patterns all over the sky, and people around the lotus pond were at ease, occasionally, a bird came in a hurry, and suddenly went away with astonishment. On the other side of the dirt road, there was a grape garden which had picked fruits. The vines and stems were lingering, but the steady flats were gone, and the branches and leaves spread, slightly thin. There are three or two houses nearby, which are hidden under the sunset clouds. On the side of red bricks and green tiles, there are bamboo forests and fruit trees. On the top of the roof, the antenna of the TV is overlooking the public. Breathing the clean air gently, there is the fragrance of plants in the air, with different thoughts, and the scene which has nothing to do with the scenery in front of you reveals naturally. There are also some puddles, where lotus leaves stand, the silt gray brown slowly arch, a few little fish, playing and chasing in it, which is the nature of children like human beings, don’t change because of the hardship of environmental war crisis…. Hua Fa covered his father’s sluggish eyes. His hands and feet were no longer flexible and his consciousness was loose. The time of more than 60 years was frozen. Father, is this your autumn? The hard-working mother constantly massages and turns over for her father to feed food and medicine every day. Facing her father whose language has been obstructed, her mother seems to ignore him completely, telling him movies and televisions and stories outside, sometimes I also said that before, when I was talking, my mother would laugh or bowed her head sadly, but did my father know? Sometimes it seems to feel that he is sober in his heart. Sometimes he can see him staring at a certain place and thinking about something. Sometimes he will show his preference and dislike the food, resolutely spit it out from the mouth, and do not hide the antipathy. Of course, it is obvious that I like it. The mouth wrapped by white beard is wide open, showing the most primitive desire for food. Naturally, you will associate the lotus pond with the flourishing of yesterday, the residual Lotus and rusty grass of today, the whole life and the autumn of grass and trees. Every living individual will encounter the same start. No matter how tenacious the vitality is, there is a limit. Life is only a hundred years, just like Lotus without flowers. But in the depth of the remaining Lotus, Lotus with white snow condenses the perfect dream of lotus pond, just like the human world, the descendants inherit the hope of human beings. The beauty of life lies in process and more in meaning. Autumn is coming, and it is also a time when fruits are plentiful. Walking back all the way, heavy fruits are climbing on large orange branches, corn red tassel is fluttering, pods are everywhere. In front of the yard, osmanthus trees gradually become flower buds, the villagers said that the Mid-Autumn Festival would bloom, although these trees could smell a few miles away. Flowering and fruiting, we have plenty of time. Father, we are all around you.

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