Understanding Song Mei

He Xin

When I was a child, when I opened the orchid book, the shadow of Song Mei was the most unforgettable, and my yearning haunted me for a long time in the suffocating night. I often wonder how good it would be if I could have Songmei on the seedling. A few years later, my father divided a seedling from a local old man. the Reed head was the size of mung beans, the four thin curved leaves were piled with a lot of dust, and the two black and brown roots were covered with a little loess. I held it in my hand and carefully put it on the newspaper. I ran to the back mountain to carefully dig back the humus and let her settle down in the earthen basin. In the next three years, there are small buds unearthed in May every year, and there are only two seedlings three years later. To March, a thin pole propped up a flower, beautiful, and so careful, quiet, the color such as jade warm, transparent. I feel like a living creature jumping out of the book, because that kind of shadow is so familiar. Later, I came to Chongqing alone, about ten Miao Songmei accompanied me on my way to study, during which I traded her for reference books, traded her for lunch, used her to supplement tuition fees, used her money to buy lottery tickets and basketball. Later, I planted more and more orchids, the variety is also more and more rich, during the introduction of a number of Song Mei, but also flowers are not so smart, and finally sold one after another in order to make room. Orchid field is constantly expanding every year, constantly pursuing high-end varieties, the earliest Songmei has been squeezed by workers in the most corner of the orchid frame, two or three years did not change the soil, did not return to the seedlings, but also did not send much, she was gradually forgotten by me. Song Mei witnessed the development of the Orchid Field, every sunrise and sunset, every move, every expansion, she was there, but she was no longer the main force in the development of the Orchid Garden, and could no longer make much contribution to improving my life. Has been submerged in the dense pasture.

I inadvertently read an article last year, which shocked my heart a little. "the outer three petals are light green with a little yellow halo, the color of ancient jade, without red tendons, very elegant." Such a sentence delicately outlines the impression of Song Mei when I was a child, and several words come to mind: wonderful, warm, elegant, with a little sweetness. The next day, I found Song Mei in the corner of Orchid Field. There was a lot of dust and mud on the curved leaves, which was strikingly similar to the clip her father brought her back, but she gave me a feeling of unspeakable excitement and a little guilt and uneasiness.

I took Song Mei out to wash and replant. Under the dust and mud are dark green leaves. Last year's generation of seedlings grew particularly well after changing pots and also had buds. In 2013, I was overwhelmed by him again. It was a kind of excitement and emotion that I had not seen for a long time. Song Mei has been with me for so many years. The experience from childhood to childhood has quickly emerged in my mind like a movie, making people have an endless aftertaste.

Song Mei, once a dream to look forward to, once a childhood playmate, once dependent on each other, once you have endured loneliness alone, neither humble nor arrogant, never give up.

Song Mei, once the daughter is difficult to change, once drifted across the sea, once you have experienced vicissitudes, witnessing the rise and fall of every orchid tide, washing lead China, leaving incense forever.