vanilla

When the rice in the field is harvested, the maple leaves on the mountain change color. The wild anethole in the wilderness is seeded, and the wild chrysanthemum on the slope is passionate and unrestrained. The sky is blue and high, the clouds are light and white, and a bird with colorful feathers flies over the valley. The gliding posture is gorgeous. The woman walked all the way, searching in the mountains. She has some flowers and some grass in her bamboo basket. Flowers are wild chrysanthemums, with the color of the sun; grass is wild grass, some can name, some have forgotten, but these grass are all with dense and solid grass seeds and sporadic flowers. Some of them are the leaves of camphor tree, the seeds of Litsea cubeba, and the strong fragrance is emitted from these flowers and plants. It’s not exactly what kind of fragrance. Anyway, it’s unique to nature, with the smell of mountains, the warmth of sunshine, and the simplicity and nature of life. The woman gave these flowers a general name: vanilla. In the quiet and open mountains, with bamboo blue on her shoulder, the woman walked through the grass, flowers, seasons, nature’s gifts, joyful mood, and distant poetry. The woman arranges, sun dries, processes and collects herbs in glass bottles. Vanilla sticks are placed in vases on the bedside table. There is vanilla in the pages of the book. There is vanilla on the wall behind the computer desk. That small wooden stool is also made of camphor tree. When women wake up, they read books, surf the Internet, or write some words in the elegant fragrance of vanilla; when women go to bed, they dream in the influence of vanilla, which is full of the flavor of vanilla and the beautiful wilderness. Women love mountains because they have scenery and herbs. Women love herbs because they have nature, simplicity and freshness of the earth. No matter how far you go, the woman’s eyes are always in the mountains; no matter where you come back, the woman’s luggage must be filled with herbs. The breath of the land and the natural color enter the memory of women through vanilla and become the eternal scenery in women’s heart. The woman boiled the herbs in the water and poured them into the bath. She refuses all artificial spices. Only the herbs she picked by herself are the best and purest. Vanilla soaked her skin, her years, her heart. When she walked into the crowd, she saw some people stop involuntarily and said to herself in surprise: what fragrance? Good fresh! She smiled quietly, her heart full of joy. The mountains are far away from the city, the vanilla is far away from the rest of the world, but it is not far away. Scenery in the eyes, more in the heart; romance in the candlelight, more inadvertently. Women bathed in the fragrance of vanilla, walking in the noisy downtown, feeling calm and peaceful. She was thinking about the next day when she went to the mountain, the sunshine in the mountains, the herbs Unconsciously, the woman is intoxicated.

晓色

喜欢早晨。

晨起时,一个人走在楼下,晓风轻拂,裙袂之间似乎都生起了仙气。有时树边小立,透过静寂树荫,看天,看那种纯净的月白色,慢慢被橘红的朝阳晕染。看了,会踌躇满志,会觉得时光里有可期待的热烈与绚丽。

一天,就这样开始了。

我喜欢开始,喜欢出发。所以,喜欢清晨,喜欢做一个在晨光里赶路的人。

清晨的露珠,仿佛从天空的怀里挣脱,调皮地悬坠于叶尖,又不堕凡尘。合欢,香樟,玉兰,还有梅树与桂树,所有的树木都那么母性,捧着满怀的露珠,在晨气里默然。

还记得童年时,被父母亲催着早起,背着书包去上学。在乡村的逶迤小路上,我的头发上会落满露珠,脚丫子也被露水濡湿。邻家的篱笆上,朝颜花的藤蔓深情缠绕,上面探出一朵朵半开的紫红花儿,我伸手一掐,露水泼泼撒撒。指尖上,衣袖上,都是露水的清凉。

早晨总是新的。

即使是秋天,晨光晓色也都是新的。你瞧,昨天的草色老绿,今晨的草,已经泛黄。今天的秋草黄了,到明晨,大约已是霜红。

楼下一株紫薇,花期漫长,初夏就开,做喜事一般,灯烛高悬地开到深秋。每天清晨路过,我伸出指尖碰碰,又是一朵朵新花,在露水里端然开放。开旧的那些花儿,什么时候凋谢,我全然不知。我以为这株紫薇,从初夏到深秋,一直都是芳华灼灼,是永远的十八岁。因为一直开放,以至让人忽略了它其实也在凋谢着。

我想,作为一棵花树,能对抗凋谢命运的,就是不断开花吧。

回头看自己,写着写着,一路悠悠荡荡,竟然也写了有十年之多。

漫长吗?

十年,足以让几杆修竹蔓延成一片葱郁竹林,足以让一段熔岩喷发的爱情冷却成无人问津的月夜山岭。十年,蒲公英的种子在风里,已经传播了十代。十年,江河在大气循环里轮转了无数回,从流水,到云朵,到雪花……又成为江河。

十年,我在街角遇到过多少陌生人?在深夜,将谁忘记了又想起,后来又渐渐忘记?

十年,时间的洪流,要淘尽多少人情物事?

可是,我一直在这里,在书页之间,安营扎寨。最深情,还是在书写里。在书写里,我像一个沐着晨风独行的人。许多话都不说了,一说就俗,惟愿这样一直地在文字里独行下去。

这样的独行,似乎也是一种对抗。对抗时间,对抗庸常。

就像楼下的那株紫薇对抗凋零一样,在晓色里。文字,也予我一片晓色天地,宁静,空阔,我可以浮想千万。

我不要做日暮灯火,即使璀璨,即使奢华。

我要做晓色里远行的人,路漫漫最好,我可以不断地出发。

换一种心情

冬日的一个午后,阳光煦暖。约朋友去定鼎门闲逛,穿越荒草,一路向西,眼前是一个正在开发建设的公园,弯弯的小桥,清清的河水,大片的树林,沿岸是刚刚种植的玉兰花树,我仰望着碧蓝的天空,好美的风景啊!

沿着河边一直向前走,有两位园林工人正坐在路边休息,我与他们擦身而过,身后有声音传了过来:“这里有啥好看的?这么多人来闲逛……”我怔了一下,或许在园林工人眼里,日复一日重复枯燥的工作,单调乏味,哪里还有心情欣赏自己双手创造的美景?

想起前些日子,我常常向朋友抱怨工作累,加班加点不说,还经常遇到蛮不讲理的顾客,感到身心俱疲,甚至产生了辞职的想法。之后不久,朋友大老远来看我,说:“你工作挺好啊,环境幽雅,干净舒适。”

是呀,同样的环境,为什么每个人的感受不一样呢?如果我们以欣赏者的眼光去工作,园林工人呼吸着新鲜空气,劳动间隙不忘欣赏一下美景,看鸟儿展翅从空中掠过,心情定会十分愉悦。而我呢,每天用饱满的热情去对待每一位顾客,想顾客所想,必会赢得顾客的满意。

记得有一位朋友,中年未至,却已是满脸沧桑,犹如怨妇,逢人便诉说着诸多不如意:婆婆刁钻,老公挣钱不多,孩子叛逆难管……我劝她,何不换个角度来看问题:婆婆身体健康,不用你照顾;老公虽然挣钱不多,但踏实专一;孩子学习优秀,从不让家长费心。如此一说,朋友脸上的愁云逐渐散去,又重新绽放了笑容。

法国作家萨克雷曾说过:“生活是一面镜子,你对它笑,它就对你笑;你对它哭,它也对你哭。”用积极的态度去面对生活,为自己掘一眼永不枯竭的幸福之泉!