A few years ago, in the late fall, I passed by a small river. The water was clear and fresh, and the trees along the river were colorful and beautiful. Nearby, the tree crown curved, branches and leaves sparse, leaf color, carmine red, golden red, rose red, ginger red, purple red, yellow red, and green ...... levels, light and delicate, charming to the extreme. Between the colorful leaves, shaking strings of brown and black fruit seeds, some of the shell cracked, revealing fine white seeds, brake interesting.
I photographed the leaves, seeds, put space, friends told me is a Sapium sebiferum. I felt that this name is good, very cultural gas, not as good as mulberry, jujube, into my ear natural and friendly.
This is the first time I've ever thought of a Sapium sebiferum tree.
And this fall, I noticed the Sapium sebiferum tree.
This is the case, my son rarely live with me, usually not only less communication, but also difficult to communicate.
For example, I have flowers, I take pictures, etc., he is disgusted, mouth does not say, and occasionally unintentionally provoke him, then blurted out, flowers take up space, how old is still playful, etc.
The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Anyway, the two of them don't get along.
These days, I live with my son, and I think he is a little bit of fun. One day he came back from a walk, hand pinch a red autumn leaf. Hip nourishingly: "Ms. Fu Juan, the leaves are red, do not go to shoot the leaves, I give you a bookmark, nature's masterpiece, you must like the tone, handsome or not?" Red leaves, spinning in his fingertips, like flames, warm, bright.
The leaf, heart-shaped, thin-stemmed, waxy, bright red and shiny, delicate and beautiful.
It is a red Sapium sebiferum leaf.
I was pleasantly surprised that my son was so meticulous, but he seldom expressed himself, and I ignored his inner feelings.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high level of confidence in a person's ability to make a living.
I put the Sapium sebiferum leaves, carefully clamped into the diary, showing the fine red stalks, the autumn color will be overflowing from the pages of the book, like to stay in the wild taste of the autumn, with the sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the sound of the birds chirping, and the smell of the sun, the leaf veins are solid and clear, lying in the white pages, infinite quiet beauty.
This is also, I and my son's heart to reflect the token.
So, I read the information about Sapium sebiferum, and I was surprised to learn that Sapium sebiferum is a very famous tree, very old.
Sapium sebiferum is a treasure, the seeds can be fried industrial oil, wax, ink, processing soap, etc.; wood is flexible, suitable for making carved furniture, wooden bowls, etc.; leaves, not only is the herb, but also can be done as a plant dye. Sapium sebiferum "Wu" refers to birds, also refers to the meaning of black, it is said that the roots of Sapium sebiferum tree old black, leaves do black dye. I have seen Sapium sebiferum tree in May to open fine yellow flowers, into a spike, such as the tail grass flowers, fluffy and soft, the wind blew, shaking ah shake, to the cute to lovely, end out of a number of soft and charming.
As early as in elementary school, from the ancient poems to appreciate her style. The "Cold Mountain Temple" in the "river maple fishing fire on the sad sleep", "river maple" according to today's testimony is the author of the wrong kind of tree, it is Sapium sebiferum tree. The maple is not adapted to the survival of the water, Sapium sebiferum is not afraid of waterlogging, see Sapium sebiferum red not maple leaves.
This is the tree, if it is a person is Zhang Guan Li, how wrong ah. Sapium sebiferum is not entangled in this matter, from ancient times to the present, living out their own world.
Early in the morning, walking on the road to work, the four fields of mist, pink morning sunlight such as yarn, together with the tips of the withered yellow grass, leaf clumps, the morning dew rolling, gentle, dreamy, love this silent morning in the late fall.
Not far away, a black bird pecking on the wet fallen leaves. The action is rude and impatient, biting the whole food in the mouth, neck left and right to the ground to smash the food hard. I hear the subtle clatter of fruit pods, which should be shelled fall fruits. I pulled out my cell phone to take a picture of this acutely cute bird, who was so sensitive that he dropped the food and flew to the sycamore tree in the distance.
I got closer and saw a bunch of black Sapium sebiferum seeds, silent and hidden in the dead grass, wet with dew, the shell is difficult to crack. Sapium sebiferum, this name, to birds like to eat and get the name, really true.
At this time, the morning light jumped, the fog dispersed, the roadside Sapium sebiferum tree glittering. Red, orange, yellow, green and purple, a bit of a bush, glossy, delicate, dynamic leaves, heart-shaped, such as colorful bells, the wind blew, rustling. Each tree, leaf color is different, red as maple, yellow as cauliflower, purple as sauce, green as astringent fruit, pink as rouge, red as blood ...... exuberant, somber, wild, introverted, in the late autumn has been cold, standing into a variegated oil painting.
I love deep purple, from a distance, the dead silence of the dark purple, like a frozen eggplant purple, is not a good look. Look carefully, thick purple red, moist and full, like the beauty of the purple velvet cheongsam, noble and elegant, is the color of middle-aged women.
I did not like the plastic green leaves, such as the sea tree, holly leaves, constrained dark. Sapium sebiferum leaves are also plastic, but I especially like, late autumn is not willing to fade green leaves, not pale, green cute lovely, delicate natural, pleasing to the eye.
The red color is warm, crazy, burning the fire inside, regardless of everything, such as fervent love.
The world's most important thing is to leave this row of beautiful Sapium sebiferum trees quickly, with the heartbeat and reluctance.
In fact, there is a plant in the heart, it is everywhere.
The discovery of the neighborhood, as much as the value of the Sapium sebiferum tree.
This piece of Sapium sebiferum, most of the leaves have fallen out. The tree is full of white seeds, such as wearing a flower jacket, ready for winter, leisurely and comfortable.
At this moment, "a thousand forest sebiferum are away from the shell, will be a plum blossom all the way to see." I was in such a wonderful Sapium sebiferum forest. I walked slowly under the Sapium sebiferum tree, stepping on the colorful Sapium sebiferum leaves, dry and crispy, rustling, with a fine fragrance. The wind came and blew off the last of the tender yellow leaves, like falling flowers, falling slowly at my feet, yellow and glittering, the old leaves presenting a young yellow, giving people contemplation. In the golden glow of the warm sun, there is the subtle automatic blooming sound of the Sapium sebiferum shell, very patient, very careful to reveal the wax-white three- or four-petal seeds, as white as white plums, branches and branches of the stars and dots of white, like the snow falling trees and trees.
Looking up, under the blue sky, the gray branches, horizontal and vertical lines, embroidered with a little dense white flowers, seemingly carelessly, lightly, the bones of the show, natural drawers, is a beautiful line of writing pencil drawing. Being in it, the flavor of autumn is clear and deep, and the body and mind are integrated into the landscape, grass and trees, and are purified.
The autumn charm of Sapium sebiferum, I am unable to present and express, the picture and small words are not as good as the actual scene, quite regrettable.
I was torn, a man and a woman, with a little boy, came over. The boy stopped and looked at the Sapium sebiferum tree: "The tree is blooming!" The man was impatient: "Quickly go, there is very fun in front!"
The little boy threw a stop and looked at the top of the tree. The man again urged: "Quickly go, and disobedient, you tell me, how many children in the school, as you eat mutton every day?"
The boy approached the tree and started to pick up the tallow seeds in the fallen leaves, while answering, "Every child eats the same!"
The man asked again, "So which little kid, has a BMW to take him around every day?"
The little boy, focused on the white, flower-like tallow seeds, got impatient: "How do I know? I didn't ask anyone."
The man hard dragged the little boy away to the front to see a more beautiful view.
I stood under the Sapium sebiferum tree, looking at the little boy, the little figure reluctantly far away, silent for a long time, leave. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it," he says. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.