Orchid Grass in Smoke Village

Carry forward the national orchid culture and spread the knowledge of orchids

Yancun, a village in my hometown, is at the foot of "Gate Mountain" opposite my home. Yancun, in several valleys at the foot of Menshan, is an immortal village, as people around it think. The people in Yancun do not think so. They always feel that it is a pleasure to stand outside the village and look at their village. They always nag that the fog is not far away. Every morning in spring and autumn, the smoke is always drifting. In addition, before and after the summer rain, smoke always comes to their village, but they get used to it after living for a long time. Sometimes, they claim that they are descended from immortals, and they laugh at themselves as immortals.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and many things have been forgotten, but what I can't forget is the wonderful sight of the smoke village. When I was a child, I didn't know that the smoky scene was a scenery. I only knew that in the morning, when the smoke rose and disappeared, I would bask in the sun, and in the afternoon, when the smoke rose, it would rain. If clouds rise when it rains in summer, you may soon have a chance to see the beautiful rainbow in the village. Read slowly, know what "scenery" is in the book, also know how to appreciate the scenery that belongs to the age of reading. That is, running hip-hop with the students is a scenery; when the teacher asks questions on the podium, the students scramble to raise their hands to answer it is a scenery; the sports meeting, running on the campus playground, when the teachers around the playground and students of different classes shout cheers and applause, it is also a scenery; at the end of a semester, when the teacher announces the top three scores in the class on the podium, it is even more of a scenery. In that case, the clouds that often pervade the smoke village have become the scenery in front of my house.

When I was in school, I remember that the students who came to study from the smoke village always brought some orchids, planted on the flower beds on the campus, and could enjoy the beautiful orchids in spring, summer, autumn and winter. What makes the students like is the wisps of fragrance that flow in the classroom when the orchids are in bloom. In this way, I fell in love with the orchid plant, fell in love with the colorful orchids, but also fell in love with the orchid fragrance scattered with the wind. Since then, I like to draw, my picture book painted a lot of orchids, a lot of open orchids, as if the fragrance of orchid has flowed down from the picture book, into my heart. Until one day, my picture book painted the mountains of Yancun, the clouds of Yancun, and the pavilions on the rocks by the river of Yancun. I really fell in love with the scenery of Yancun.

I remember that one year during the Lantern Festival, rape flowers bloomed, and there was a feeling of spring all over the garden. It seems that everyone is still in the Spring Festival, people who visit relatives and friends come and go in front of their homes. At that time, I met a classmate from Yancun. He and his parents were going to his grandparents' house. His father held a gift in his hand, and her mother took him all the way. He was so happy that he smiled as if he expected his grandmother to cook him a lot of good food. When he approached, I saw an orchid in his hand, the orchid in bloom, red and bright, he let me use my nose on the flowers, good fragrance, that refreshing orchid fragrance a little let me fall for love. He said, "it's for his uncle's cousin." I, who had a fondness for orchids, never looked away from the orchid in his hand, and he instantly saw what was on my mind, and he whispered to me, "ask me and him to go back to the mountain forest of their tobacco village to dig orchids." He decided not to go to his grandmother's house with his parents and asked his mother to bring this orchid plant to his cousin. He wanted to play with me for a while. His parents saw that he was so opportunistic to talk to me, so they went away at will, not the same way.

Speaking of the "smoke village", the place I have been looking forward to for a long time, although it is seven or eight miles from my home, I have never been there once. The smoke village that I can see every morning seems to be far away from me, and the smoke village near me can only be found in my picture book. This Lantern Festival is also the early spring, the season of rape blossoms, we will follow the scenery of rape flowers, and the footprints of many people in the smoke village, walk into the smoke village and realize the moment that has been longed for for a long time. The road to Yancun is tortuous, and the road that can drive to Yancun takes a long time, so we can only choose the road covered with bluestone and stone steps. The smoke village of the Lantern Festival is right in front of us. The blooming rape flowers reflect the clouds of spring, and the smoke permeates the whole village. On the hill behind the village, you can see the scene of rape flowers blooming. Many trees in those forests are bare and have not yet sent out new leaves, but some trees are evergreen plants with luxuriant green leaves. Under the smoke village, the farm house filled with smoke is looming from time to time, vaguely, and several green hills covered with cauliflower reflect each other, forming the painting ink on the picture scroll, what is it if it is not a fairy scene? Climb the forest of the smoke village, to find the fragrance of orchid flowers, on the forest slope, find the tranquil orchid in my dream. There is a poem saying: Zhilan embroidered green leaves, blooming two or three flowers. It has been picked in the forest for a long time. Looking for the stone path to hide, potted ancient window guard. I will plant the orchid I picked by myself in a pot and put it in front of the window of my room, watching her spring, summer, autumn and winter, bud and leaves, flowers blooming and falling.