20 17.9.27? Wednesday? light rain
When I entered the classroom in the morning, Xiao Tong looked at my skirt and said, "Teacher, aren't you cold in this skirt?" Although it is a thin skirt, I walk to work in the morning and take off my coat when I get to the office. Why is it cold?
However, a few days after the autumnal equinox, the air was really cool. After work yesterday, I walked through the campus and smelled a faint sweetness. Suddenly, I found two osmanthus trees at the school gate. A goose yellow, an orange red, separated by a few meters, echoed from afar. The fragrance meets in the clear autumn and plunges into the nose. It won't delay the festival Hua Xinfeng's twenty-four times will soon belong to it.
After two classes in the morning, I took the students to the canteen, and the team was quiet and tidy. This class has been teaching for more than two years and is very clever and sensible. They know that they "walk without talking" and walk quietly.
When I came to the Go Corridor connecting the restaurant, I found Jony J doing strange moves: she kept rubbing her nose with her right hand, then took a deep breath and winked at me. Xiao Xin, the leader, also turned and blinked at me; Everyone watched me mime inhaling and blinking.
I took a deep breath, too, and the smell sucked into my heart. Oh, they said osmanthus smells good, but it's not easy to say it casually, so they gave me a mime.
Seeing that a group of people couldn't speak and were held back, I said, "Everyone says that osmanthus flowers are blooming, so fragrant?" As soon as I open my mouth, my discipline relaxes. Xiao Wei leaned in and said softly, "Teacher, in your first online class, there was a song" Osmanthus fragrans ".Xiaoming was chanting while walking:" Osmanthus fragrans is full of fragrance in the courtyard, outside the gate, and the wind is blowing. " A girl next to her whispered, "Come in or not, the wind is whispering." At that time, I asked when Osmanthus fragrans would bloom, and asked Xiao Xuan that he didn't know. Ask Xiao Rui, but I can't make it clear.
Xiao Xi said quietly, "Teacher, you can write another article about this." Maybe he thought of the article "Flowers in Autumn" I read. "I wrote it a long time ago, and I wrote it last year." I answered him.
Everyone walked all the way and I looked around. On the left is a stepped pool, surrounded by many Acer truncatum and cherry blossoms, with lush green leaves, no signs of autumn leaves withering, and no osmanthus trees. On the right, through the antique pane of the corridor, there is a thin bamboo shadow, only a gust of wind slips into the pane, and there is no osmanthus tree. I don't know how sweet it is, but it is sweet in the air.
Someone said before that the significance of learning poetry is that when we face beautiful scenery, we can't just say, "Ah, why is this scenery so beautiful?" On the contrary, we can use "lonely smoke in the desert" or "sunset and lonely Qi Fei" to express our feelings, so as to avoid being suppressed and stuck in stereotypes.
I am intoxicated with the fragrance and deep poetry of this bleak autumn, and I can't help but meditate on the poem "Golden Bell Book" in my mind:
Osmanthus fragrans, full courtyard,
Outside, the wind is blowing,
Come in or not, the wind is whispering.
On the way to work in the old school, there are more than ten osmanthus trees all the way, tall or short, dense or sparse; And several autumn laurel plants in the campus flower garden have accumulated for many years, grown luxuriantly, and the flowering period is ten miles fragrant. I once wrote the article "Youth in China" in the old year. Looking back now, I found that the craftsmanship was too strong, and there was no freshness and naturalness:
When I went to work in the morning, the sky was clear, and I suddenly smelled the fragrance of osmanthus, and my heart moved-autumn came. Before the autumnal equinox, Jingui waited for a whole year, wishing to blossom overnight. This sweet fragrance enters the nasal cavity from time to time and seeps into the heart.
I like this smell. First, I smell a wisp from a distance and smell it like a puppy, trying to absorb more. The closer you get, the stronger the smell. This fragrance passes through the blood vessels of the whole body, taking away the polluted air and making the air fresh. I only feel the inside and outside of Shu Tai. Looking up, the green bedding is mixed with clusters of golden yellow, full of branches and trees, and they are crowded. Flowers are as big as rice grains, delicate and meticulous. Gradually drifting away, the breath gradually faded, and the first one continued to pick up and continue a new round of edification. This is the unique enjoyment of walking to work in autumn, which makes people have to go out early and slow down.
Osmanthus fragrans has a long flowering period, which comes first and then blooms, and then blooms for the second time. A tree with many flowers withered, and after ten days, it bloomed twice. The flowers of different plants are different in depth, as shallow as bright sunshine, bright and dazzling; Deep as red gold, heavy and steady. The older the tree is, the more sunlight it absorbs and the darker the color it accumulates. It announces the arrival of another season, an endless, bleak and fruitful season.
The osmanthus tree is not beautiful, and its crown is semi-circular, with no stare blankly and no horns; The leaves are oval, without delicate jagged edge. Cinnamon trees are not as tall and straight as pine trees, as elegant as magnolia trees, and as slender and flaming as red plum trees.
Gui Xiang, on the other hand, has accumulated for a year, and its fragrance has been widely publicized. Whether it is big or small, as long as it is a osmanthus tree, every plant is unequivocally filled with sweet fragrance. It's pepper, no matter how small it is, it's spicy; It's Jingui, no matter how frustrated, it smells good. That fragrance is different from the turbidity of oleander and the lightness of impatiens, and will never be confused.
Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom, which makes people think: poets will think of the Moon Palace and the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon; Alcoholics will think of drinking alone under the tree and drinking with friends. And I always think of sesame dumplings in Yuanxiao and taro in Mid-Autumn Festival sugar water. Pour the sweet osmanthus into the bowl, turn the ordinary into the magic, with golden white inside and sweet waxy flavor. This is the delicious food in the mouth and the taste of my mother-in-law. Only those who lead a mediocre life with relish have the mind to manage this way of eating.
In human memory, it is said that the sense of smell is the most profound and unforgettable. A section of Fanghua is a gift from osmanthus. Appreciate it, taste it, and never live up to it.