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老桃树

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发表时间:2021-02-21 21:12

  院子里生着一棵比我还年长的桃树。


桃树很粗,我的手环一圈儿都抱不住;桃树很老,树干上被岁月烙下了深深的印儿;桃树很高,站在三楼才看得见树冠;桃花很盛,一团团一簇簇的挤在一堆;桃花很香,常常引得蜜蜂蝴蝶流连忘返;桃儿很甜,曾是饥荒年间赖以度日的粮食。


阳春三月,桃花怒放,就像落下了一院子的胭脂云,那盛开的桃花像一簇簇火红,染着富饶的春之山河,又像是一团团云霞,映着充满生机的大地。外婆常坐在桃树下,一手拿着针一手拿着线,年幼的我常在外婆身边撒欢。桃香在身边嬉戏,几缕钻进鼻子,充斥在身上各处,去哪儿都带着一丝桃花香。


十二岁那年的一个夜晚,风雨大作,雷声不绝,时而一道闪电划过天际,炸亮了天空。大雨瓢泼,雨像刀子似的打在桃叶桃花上,细碎的花瓣落了一地。桃树顽强的在风雨中挺立着,树冠大幅度的摇摆着。“轰”一道惊雷炸响在耳边,我连忙跑去窗边。只见桃树的一根旁生出来的、极粗的枝干被雷硬生生劈成了两半,还冒着些黑烟。我心想:这棵老桃树恐怕活不了了。看着趴在地上的枝干、满地已经污浊不堪的桃花以及那在风雨中摇摇欲坠的桃树,我大哭了起来。


第二天清晨,雨已经停了,院子里满地狼藉。哥哥把昨夜被雷劈断的枝干拖了出去,姐姐默默打扫起了满地已经看不出花样的花瓣。我站在桃树下,轻轻抚摸着那粗糙的枝干,看着那光秃秃的树枝,没有说话。哥哥本想把老桃树砍了,重新种一棵新桃树。外婆和我极力反对,于是这棵不知是死是活的老桃树就这么留了下来。起初,我还天天去看,希望看到一株幼芽、一片新叶。可老桃树好像睡着了,不肯有一丁点动静。


又到了阳春三月,我站在老桃树下,早已不抱希望了。哥哥说,再不生新叶就砍了算了。我抱住树干,想着曾经在树下玩耍的欢乐时光,泪如雨下。忽而,我在那毫无生机的枝干上看到了一抹熟悉的白色——是桃花!我欣喜若狂,小心翼翼地转过去,屏住呼吸盯着那朵颤颤巍巍的桃花,生怕一呼一吸就惊扰到了那朵极脆弱的小桃花,打扰了它盛开前最后一丝清静。这初开的桃花是白色的,如脂、如玉、如雪,是那么娇嫩、那么水灵、那么晶洁、那么透亮。


一抹无法形容的感觉伴随着熟悉的淡淡桃花香在我心中弥漫开来。是啊,生命就是希望,永远的希望,不在于你为之准备了多久、不在于它沉睡了多久、更不在于它是否被世人所误解。它缥缈无定,自由自在,它使桃树总有一支血脉不甘于失败,枝断了再长、叶落了再生、花败了再开……一直九死不悔的追寻着自己的金牧场。


又是一年清明,远在异乡的我看不见家乡的桃树。但我的心里一直盛开着一树桃花,那桃花开得这样盛、这样香……

There was a peach tree older than me in the yard.


The peach tree is so thick that I can't hold it in a circle; the peach tree is very old, and its trunk has been deeply imprinted by the years; the peach tree is very high, and the crown can only be seen when standing on the third floor; The peach blossoms are very flourishing, crowded in clusters; the peach blossoms are very fragrant and often attract bees and butterflies to linger; the peaches are very sweet, and they used to be food for living during the years of famine.


In March of Yangchun, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, like a rouge cloud falling down a courtyard. The blooming peach blossoms are like clusters of fiery red, dyed with the rich spring mountains and rivers, and like clusters of clouds and clouds, reflecting the earth full of vitality. Grandma often sits under the peach tree, holding a needle in one hand and a thread in the other. When I was young, I used to spend time with my grandmother. Taoxiang played around, a few strands got into her nose and filled her body with a hint of peach blossom everywhere.


One night at the age of twelve, the wind and rain were violent, and thunder continued to sound. Sometimes a lightning flashed across the sky, blowing up the sky. The heavy rain was pouring, and the rain hit the peach leaves and peach blossoms like a knife, and the finely divided petals fell on the ground. The peach tree stood upright in the wind and rain, and its crown swayed greatly. "Boom" A thunder blasted in my ears, and I hurried to the window. I saw that the thick branch that grew from the side of the peach tree was cut in half by thunder, and there was some black smoke. I thought to myself: I'm afraid this old peach tree won't survive. Looking at the branches lying on the ground, the peach blossoms all over the ground, and the peach trees crumbling in the wind and rain, I burst into tears.


Early the next morning, the rain had stopped, and the yard was messy. The elder brother dragged out the branches that were cut by the thunder last night, and the elder sister silently swept the flower petals all over the floor. I stood under the peach tree, stroked the rough branches lightly, looked at the bare branches, and said nothing. My brother wanted to cut down the old peach tree and plant a new one. Grandma and I objected strongly, so this old peach tree that didn't know whether it was alive or dead stayed. At first, I went to see it every day, hoping to see a sprout and a new leaf. But the old peach tree seemed to be asleep, and would not move a little bit.


It was March in Yangchun again, and I stood under the old peach tree, and had no hope for a long time. The elder brother said, if you don't have any new leaves, just cut it. I hugged the tree trunk, thinking of the happy time I used to play under the tree, tears rained down. Suddenly, I saw a familiar white touch on the lifeless branches-it was a peach blossom! I was ecstatic, and turned carefully, holding my breath and staring at the trembling peach blossom, for fear that I would disturb the extremely fragile little peach blossom with my breath and breath, disturbing the last quietness before it bloomed. The newly blooming peach blossoms are white, such as fat, jade, and snow, so tender, so watery, so crystal-clean, so translucent.


An indescribable feeling filled my heart with the familiar faint peach blossom. Yes, life is hope. The eternal hope does not lie in how long you have prepared for it, or how long it has been asleep, let alone whether it is misunderstood by the world. It is ethereal and unpredictable, free and easy. It makes the peach tree always have a bloodline that is unwilling to fail. The branches will grow again, the leaves will regenerate, the flowers will reopen after failure... It has been pursuing its golden pasture without regrets.


It's another year of Qingming, and I can't see the peach trees in my hometown wh


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