When I went to the toilet just now, I found that I had used up another roll of toilet paper.
Ever since I forgot where I saw this metaphor: "Youth is like a roll of toilet paper, you use it up inadvertently." Every time I use the toilet paper to the end, I feel a little inexplicably sad.When we arrived in Shanghai later that year, it was already the early spring season in the south of the Yangtze River.The early spring in Jiangnan is lively and lively, just like Paul Celan's poem: When spring comes, the trees fly to their birds; as the song goes, early spring is just a tree.During the quarantine period, I would go to the balcony every day and take a look: the trees in the community downstairs were also chasing each other out of their buds, growing day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye. As far as the eye could see, there was a fresh green.When I observed the growth of a tree and its life, I discovered that green has so many levels of gradients. Among them, my favorite is the fresh green - goose yellow like the down of a duck, pink like a newborn baby, tender, fragile, but very powerful, giving me a feeling of rebirth.At the end of early spring, one day I suddenly discovered a strange tree downstairs:When the trees around it bid farewell to the fresh green when they were first born, and moved towards yellow, green, dark green, and various greens with increasingly low saturation, it remained motionless, still just like what I saw when I came back, with only dead branches.At that time, I was very worried for it: Hey, why didn’t such a big tree survive this winter? Will the real estate agent come and cut it down someday?I wasn't in the mood to take pictures of it at that time, but after looking through the photo album, I found that I accidentally took a picture of it while taking a picture of the puppy downstairs: That's it in the lower left corner. It can be seen that the surrounding vegetation is already very dense.By mid-spring, half of the spring has passed, the apricot and peach blossoms have bloomed and faded, and the small animals have woken up after the wake of sting, but it is still the same, standing there naked in a sea of green, very abrupt and lonely.
Until the beginning of summer, the last day of the May Day holiday, spring officially ended. I inadvertently looked downstairs. I believe you who are smart have already guessed:The sparse and bright one in the middle is it.You can't say it "came back to life". In fact, it has always been alive and well. It's just that the growth and development are slower. I misunderstood it before. This discovery really made me happy. Zoom in to see:I don’t know why, but this procrastination tree kind of heals me.In nature, which grows according to the seasons, there are exceptions like this.I wonder how it feels when it sees its companions getting stronger day by day, but it is still bald. Is it anxiously waiting and trying to save up, or is it leisurely and confidently telling itself not to be afraid, it is just not time for me to be ready yet? Good time for germination?Fortunately, he doesn't think so much and only knows how to grow.But it seems that it can’t grow too late, lest it be cut down as a bad tree, it’s really a deadline.This weekend I looked down again,I found that he actually bloomed first:The photo wasn't very clear.The pale pink flowers look like Albizia julibrissin.
