Author: Zhu Ziqing

I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.

Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.

On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.

I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":

So the demon is a virgin, and she wants to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.

It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.

Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:

Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.

July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.

Ye Shengtao: Morning glory

Release date: 20 13-08-0 1

I planted morning glory by hand for three or four years. Cement land can't be planted, but it is planted in more than a dozen earthen pots. Mud will be reused this year and next year, so it is impossible to add new mud. I discussed with the northerner who planted land next to the railway track and was willing to pay, but he refused.

I bought a bag of phosphate bone powder from Chenghuangmiao flower shop and mixed it in each basin of mud, which is regarded as replacing new mud.

Pottery pots are arranged at the foot of the wall, and ten hemp threads hang down from the wall, every two of which are separated by seven or eight inches, so that the vines of morning glory can be entangled. This is the new plan for this year. A few years ago, clay pots were placed on wooden shelves about three feet high. In this way, vines can easily climb to the wall; Later, the tender strips at both ends were lifted and stretched upward like snake heads, and intertwined with the tender strips of other groups. When they were overweight, they would do the same thing again. Therefore, there are often many leaves and flowers piled on the wall, which is out of proportion to the waist of the wall. Climbing from the root of the wall this year, the distance along the wall is about three feet longer, or it will be better; Moreover, there will be a wall full of leaves and flowers.

After the vine is pulled out from between the two cotyledons, in less than a month, the fastest plant will grow on the wall, and each petiole will grow a bud as big as a grain of rice, and then turn yellow and wither. According to the experience in recent years, I know that the first batch of flower buds will not open; Later, it developed vigorously, and the new vines were fatter than those near the roots. At this time, the bud opened.

This year's leaves are particularly green and bright green; It is very thick, like velvet. This is naturally the function of bone meal superphosphate. It can be inferred that the flowers will be bigger than in previous years.

But I'm not interested in seeing flowers. When I plant this little thing, the court will become a place where people feel. I only get up in the morning and come back from work, so I always stand there for a while. The vines wrapped with twine rolled up, and the green head seemed to be still and motionless; In fact, it keeps turning upward, facing this direction first, and then look at it after a while, and it will face that direction. The night before, it was just a tender head as big as a mung bean. When I got up early, I saw a new strip two or three inches long with one or two small leaves covered with fine white fluff. Petiole is a small bud whose shape can only be recognized, and its tip has a tender head as big as mung bean. Sometimes think about the spots and scratches on the wall, and you may not be able to climb up tomorrow; But I didn't expect that I would climb to the spot tomorrow morning; What a hard night's work! The "power of life" is intangible; In such a small position and waiting, but tacit understanding of "the power of life." Gradually, I forgot what I meant. I didn't say anything, but just stared at the green leaves on this wall.

Even if there are no flowers, there is no lack of interest; What's more, the flowers will bloom tomorrow, which will be more grand than in previous years.

Published in the inaugural issue of Beidou (1931September 20th) and signed by Ye Shengtao; 198 1 year1kloc-0/month 65438+modified in August.