What is a bear?
First, the growth environment of small peach trees-the shadow of an era
Little peach tree came to this world with my dream. The dream of "I" originated from grandma's myth: "Eat, this is' Xiantao'; Have a dream with a peach pit. Whoever sees peach blossoms will be happy for a lifetime. " Maybe mythical dreams are magical. I couldn't sleep, so I "stored" this dream in the soil in the corner of the yard. However, this little peach tree with my dream is not lucky-
It's "too long for anyone to pay attention to", and it's "very wronged, bent over and close to the body ... thin and yellow, and it feels like it will break immediately."
Hypoxia, anemia, untimely birth, untimely birth. Here, the article reveals the sharp contrast between dream and reality. But this is only the beginning of the little peach tree's own situation, and the twists and turns it faces are still behind-
"The branches were shaken by the wind and rain, and the flowers fell one by one. Most of them were trapped in the mud and circled in the yellow water three or two times. I lost a lot of weight, and yesterday's appearance has completely faded. Unfortunately, it is too small. It only bloomed once.
"Brother said: Peach trees have been arched by pigs, otherwise they would have blossomed long ago."
It is in the flower season, how much it needs breeze, drizzle and sunny days, but it faces hurricane and cold rain. Not only that, but it almost faced a destroyed axe because it was "not a place, not good-looking". Thanks to a protector like grandma, it survived.
Here, the author clearly describes a small peach tree, clearly describes the living environment of the small peach tree, but naturally reminds readers of the crazy era of killing everything faced by the author and his contemporaries, so that readers can taste bitterness and bitterness, thus arousing people to cherish the beautiful spring and continuous drizzle.
Second, the fate of the little peach tree-the disillusionment and pursuit of a generation
From the beginning, the little peach tree appeared with its weak life posture: "very wronged and curved" and "thin and yellow" Not only that, it also faces the living space and environment that can almost lead to extinction, but it has not given up survival, nor has it given up its struggle and struggle: "It is still growing, bending over and trying to support the branches, which is as high as the courtyard wall."
As the "dream soul" of "me", the little peach tree is not as "full of foliage and flowers" as I expected in my dreams and expectations in those years. It can only comfort people with "a budding bud" on its high branch, but that's all. However, it is such a "bud in bud" that shows people the tenacious vitality of the small peach tree. Although I lost too much youth in the bitter wind and rain of the times, I still left a glimmer of hope and expectation. Perhaps after careful cultivation, pruning and grafting, "My Little Peach Tree" will still bloom with my yearning and expectation for many years. ...
While writing the fate of the little peach tree, the author skillfully combines personal ideals and pursuit trajectories. That little peach tree once "held my dream" and "I" once "stubbornly insisted that it will blossom and bear fruit in the future". But finally one day, "the earth courtyard in my hometown, the little peach tree in that earth courtyard, never thought about it again."
"I" forgot Little Peach Tree, and forgot Little Peach Tree's dream. Isn't this a psychological and spiritual hint? It is no wonder that with the growth of "I" age, "my temperament is getting worse every day, and I often sit alone in a daze. My mood seems to be suffocating. " At this time, it was the little peach tree that aroused "I"' s understanding and perception of life and awakened "I"' s lost dream:
"Looking at the peach tree, I remembered that I hadn't seen my grandmother. I am deeply depressed. I am sorry for my grandmother and my little peach tree. "
The excuse in the dream, grandma, the protector of the little peach tree, is no longer alive. Seeing things and thinking about people, "I" must have remembered grandma's excuse and the dream that "I" once "stored" and was almost forgotten by "I". That long-standing belief blooms in my heart, just like the only bud left on that tall branch. So, there is such a persistent and firm prediction:
"Tomorrow morning, will you open the door? Do you drive fast? Is it fragrant? Your flowers will bloom beautifully and will bear peaches. I also call you the spirit of my dreams, right? "
Listening to the careful heart-to-heart talk, we seem to feel the author's inner pulse, as if we saw the recovery and blooming of a frozen flower of the soul in the cold winter. Although it is hard to avoid some bitterness, it also makes people feel more surprise and satisfaction.