The Acacia Tree is a touching song of remembrance of a mother's love written by Tie Sheng Shi in simple and unadorned language. The notes in the song are interpreted like flowing water, striking the heart of every reader. The text is permeated with the sadness of the death of the mother, beating with the heart of the mother's true nostalgia.
At first glance, I think the article should be a kind of prose, because the title of the Acacia Tree; however, the first reading of the article, there is a strange heart: how to write a narrative article? Read through the whole article, only to have to admire the author's ingenuity of conception.
The article to the sixth paragraph "I shook the car out of there, wandering in the street, do not want to go home." As a transitional paragraph, the combination of multiplication and transfer is very natural. The first part is remembering my mother, and the second part is thinking about the acacia tree. The memory of the mother paves the way for the significance of the acacia tree and sets the emotional tone. The two parts flow together smoothly.
The author in the first part of the path along the path of recollection to reproduce the two shots of the mother's silhouette, in chronological order, the pen and the book, the strokes of the pen. All penetrate the deep feelings, the line of writing like water into a stream, simple in the show style, plain hidden deep flavor.
The first shot is: at the age of 10, "I" won the essay, my mother was very happy, said that he wrote a better essay that year. "I was not convinced, and deliberately angry with her. I think the young "I" have not yet read a mother's joy and pride in her own good endowment can be passed on to her son. In the last two sentences, "But I admit that she's smart, and I admit that she's the best-looking woman in the world. She was making herself a dress of white flowers on a blue background." The last two sentences show that when I look back on this incident, my heart is full of respect and attachment to my mother.
The second scene is: when I was 20 years old, after I was crippled in both legs, my mother, in order to let "me" get back on my feet, went to great lengths to make "me" get well again, and "put all her heart into curing me. My mother worked tirelessly to get "me" back on my feet, "putting all her heart and soul into curing me. At that time, the hospital gave up on me, and I thought it would be better to die. But my mother never gave up. This is a mother's deepest love for her son. Life is precious, the mother brought her son to this world, her son became another life, how can she stand by and watch a living life to disappointment? The text says "my crotch was smoked into a burn", the hospital doctor said "this is almost a matter of life", "my mother was terrified for a few months, day and night to guard me, a change of medicine, said: 'How can it be scalded? How could it be burned? I was always on the lookout! Fortunately, the wound got better, or she would have gone crazy." How many people are there in this world who can go crazy for themselves and feel pain for themselves?
Whenever and wherever possible, the mother is the son's loyal and firm supporter. When my mother found out that "I" wanted to write a novel, she encouraged and helped "me". "She went around borrowing books for Forget Me, pushing me to the movies in the rain or snow, holding out hope like she used to find me a doctor and ask for prescriptions." How can one not kindle the fire of hope when subjected to such thick persistence?
Finally, at the age of 30, "my first novel was published" and "my mother was no longer alive." Such mothers are great, they are always silent and selfless for their children. But never remember the return, and even share the joy of their children's success is often mercilessly deprived of life. "I miss my mother, think of my mother, quietly in the woods and ask God, "the wind is blowing through the woods", my mother seems to have returned. Perhaps the mother never left, she lived in her son's heart and stayed with him all his life.
Reading carefully, one can see that the three time periods the author chose are 10, 20, and 30 years old, which are all important turning points in my life, and my mother plays an important role in all of them. Although my mother had passed away by the time I was 30 years old, the achievements of 30 years old were harvested by my mother with her life's dedication for "me". The importance of the mother in the heart of the son can be seen. This also reflects the author's ingenuity in selecting and organizing materials.
In the first part, we have never seen any trace of the acacia tree, from the text seems to have a sentence in the eighth paragraph, "I didn't expect that tree is still alive." The acacia tree seems to have been lost in the author's memory. The floodgates of memory were opened by the words of a former neighbor, "Go and take a look in the small yard, the acacia tree planted by your mother has blossomed this year!" At that time, "I shuddered in my heart" and refused to meet the acacia tree, saying that it was not easy to get in and out of the handcranked cart. Why did I "tremble"? Afraid of remembering my mother? Afraid of not being able to ride the grief? The pain in his heart poured out in the word "shake".
Then, the author recalled the origin of the acacia tree, from the memory of the mother did not intend to plant the acacia tree when "I" have been crippled in both legs. The mother's heartache at that time was unspeakable. She dug back this "green seedling just out of the ground", to a large extent, is to send a kind of life evergreen wish. Because green is a symbol of life.
We can savor this passage: "Mother never liked these things, but her mind was elsewhere. The next year, the acacia tree did not germinate, the mother sighed once, but not willing to throw away, still let it stay in the pot. The third year, the acacia tree not only grew leaves, but also more luxuriant. Mother was happy for many days, thinking it was a good omen, and often went to serve it, not willing to be too careless. After another year, she took the acacia out of its pot and planted it on the ground in front of the window, sometimes reading the gripe, "I wonder how many years it will take for this tree to blossom." This seems to be a depiction of the process of my mother's dedication to finding remedies for "me" and supporting "me" in writing. I think the mother was full of hope for her son's healing when she took care of the acacia tree.
The acacia tree was abandoned by the side of the road and left unattended for a year after it was planted by accident. Yet the third year it "sprouted leaves" and flourished. This is a tenacious life, in the face of adversity to survive. Suffering is the best teacher of life, only the courage to face in order to have a future full of sunshine.
The acacia tree was planted by my mother's hand, and my mother personally took care of it, and it has the shadow of my mother on it, coalescing the deep love of my mother. Although the mother has passed away, the acacia tree is still growing healthily, "blossoming every year and growing as high as the house", which alludes to the everlasting love of the mother and the eternal love of the mother.
Three times in the article, the "child who just came into the world" was mentioned, and the first two times he said that he "didn't cry or make a fuss, but stared at the shadow of the tree", and here the "shadow of the tree", and here the "shadow of the tree". The "tree shadow" here is the shadow of the acacia tree, and finally said, "One day, when that child grows up, he will think of his childhood, think of those swaying tree shadows, and think of his own mother", which tells us in one word that the acacia tree is the shadow of a mother's love, which can never be erased. A lifetime can not be indelible.
The author has always had a complicated feeling about the acacia tree, on the one hand, he found excuses not to go to see it, on the other hand, he "regretted that he didn't go in to see it by himself in the first two years". Maybe he doesn't know how to face the loss of this thick mother. Maybe he just wants to keep it all deep in his heart, chewing on it alone, and "enjoying his grief".
The article did not describe the "acacia tree" positively from the beginning to the end, but only through the hand of memory, the words of others, one by one, the situation of the "acacia tree", not a single stroke, but all the elegance, it is true that the master is not a masterpiece.
The language of the article is elegant, simple, and tells of deep motherly love, as if chatting with the reader is not to talk about the mother, talking about the acacia tree in general, the deep feelings of the heart is not like a flood waiting to erupt, still like a trickle of small streams of water, gossip, one by one, nostalgia, sadness latent in the words, in addition to the rhetoric and deliberate carving, the thoughts of the brush strokes, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, and deep. The true feelings of timelessness are embedded in them, waiting for people to chew on them.