Of course, when the seed is not in contact with the soil, it has no power at all. Especially, when the seed is only one or a few, it is so small, so insignificant, so inconspicuous, who would take the existence of one or a few seeds seriously?

The grains we eat, such as rice, millet, buds, sorghum...... The seeds of the peach and apricot are the seeds of the fruit tree, the seeds of the willow tree are wrapped in catkins, the seeds of the elm tree are sandwiched between the elm money, the seeds of the hazelnut tree are the hazelnuts we eat, and the seeds of the pine tree are the pine nuts we eat...... It's all common sense.

It is said that there are about 4,500 species of mammals, including humans and domestic animals and poultry, more than 2,000 species of snakes, more than 15,000 species of birds, and more than 300 species of fish. Insects are the most abundant among living things. There are more than 15,000 species of native insects such as grass insects, more than 4,000 species of caterpillars, nearly 100,000 species of mollusks such as octopuses, cuttlefish, and clams, about 20,000 species of crustacean arthropods such as shrimps and crabs, and more than 30,000 species of spiders that are common to us......

So how many species of plants are there? A statistic of different categories must be enough to make us smack, right? Presumably, there are as many types of plants as there are seeds, right?

And there are only more than 20 kinds of seeds that I have seen and can say, which is less than half of the characters in "Water Margin" that I can even name by nickname.

Like many people, I became interested in seeds, first and foremost because of their wonder. For example, dandelion seeds can fly on an umbrella, for example, the seeds of some plants are thorny so that they are not eaten by birds and the continuation of the species will be affected, and the seeds of certain velvet are designed to easily drift farther away with the wind and occupy new "territory...... It must have been very interesting to hear about the many wonderful characteristics of the seeds, which must have been explained by botanists.

The second aspect of my interest in seeds is their tenacious vitality. Why are they so good at survival? They are pecked by birds, swallowed by herbivores, passed through the digestive system of birds and beasts, and excreted with dung, and a considerable part of the seeds are still seeds. As soon as they land, as long as they come into contact with the soil, as long as it is in the spring, they "seize the opportunity", overcome the harshness of the conditions, and grow into plants of one kind or another. Sometimes they miss spring, and they don't get frustrated or give up on themselves, but instinctively speed up their growth, and in the fall, like many other seeds, they complete the "mission" of turning one seed into a plant and producing more seeds. Think about it: How many years has the "welcoming pine" tree in Yellow Mountain, which is extremely "well-known," grown on the side of the cliff? How could a single pine nut fall in such a steep place in the first place? Since it was able to bear pine nuts, how many pine trees in Yellow Mountain would be its "offspring"? Where would the birds go the farthest point of the pine nuts it bought?

There is a small garden near my house. A few days ago, I was walking and I stumbled upon a manob straw wrapped around a pine tree like a morning glory. The seedlings and leaves are completely withered. I stopped and counted, and there were seven beans. The pods also withered. pinched, the beans in the pod were actually quite full. In the late autumn twilight sun, the beans hang still, as if waiting for someone to pick them.

In a forest of dozens of pine trees, how could there be this manob seedling that has completed its growth?

Oh, and suddenly I figured it out - in spring, in a few places in front of the pine forest, there were peasant women who set up stalls to sell grain and beans......

To test my association, I picked a bean, peeled off the dried pod, and sure enough, a few textured beans appeared in my palm. It's not kidney beans, it's grain beans! Their textures are clear and beautiful, making them look like textured jade.

Who among the peasant women would have thought that a grain bean that fell near her bed in the spring would spend its whole life here, from seed to plant? It was the wind that blew it, it was the birds that brought it, it was the shoes of man that brought it with the dirt on a rainy day? But the premise of the premise is because it is, after all, the seed that will grow into a plant!

I peeled off all seven pods, wrapped a handful of jade-like beans in a handkerchief, and put them in my pocket. I decided to bring them back to Master Zhu in the communication room and ask him to plant them in the green space in front of our dormitory building in the spring of the following year. Since they are full seeds, why not give them a better condition to ensure that they can grow as plants?

Around 1984, more than a dozen of us writers held a pen meeting in Beidaihe. During the group walk, someone suddenly pointed and shouted, "Look, what kind of plant is that?" - but in a patch of artemisia grass, there is a different kind of plant, which bears dozens of bright red and round beans. The red is so eye-catching, so pleasing to the eye. It's so red, it's really lovely!

Among them, a southern writer approached to take a closer look at it for a moment, and said conclusively: "It's red beans!"

So there are poets who are very prosperous, chanting the sentence "red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring".

How could the acacia red beans in the south grow in Beidaihe? Moreover, there is only one lonely plant, and it still grows among a patch of artemisia grass. Obviously, it was not planted by man. It's unlikely that some bird flew from the south to the north and dropped it from the sky, right?

Although he is old, Brother Lin Xi, a writer in Tianjin who is the most active and romantic in his creative thinking, looked at the gorgeous red beans with a gaze full of reverie for a long time, and then bowed his head and said to himself: "I really want to write an innocent novel for this acacia plant!"

Everyone urged him to immediately enter the state of conceiving.

A writer friend wanted to pick it, but Brother Lin Xi stopped it and said: No. Said: May you not pick it, keep it as a kind of acacia. A few years later, maybe a piece of red beans will grow here in a nutshell, for people to stop and watch when they pass by, isn't it another scenery of Beidaihe?

So they departed together. Brother Lin Xi thought as he walked, intermittently inventing a lingering and sympathetic love story, and he heard me and the others silently. It's a pity that today, more than ten years later, I can't remember it anymore and can't repeat it. I don't know if he wrote it as a novel and published it......

When I was an educated youth, I saw the most bizarre thing about turning from a seed into a tree. After extinguishing the wildfires one year, some of our educated youths returned on foot. In the middle of the line, a young man pointed to an old pine and shouted: "How can it be like that! How can it be like that!" - when everyone stopped to look, they saw the bald branch of a dead old pine, holding a nest with a round tabletop, obviously an eagle's nest. The old pine grows on the cliff, and in the eagle's nest, there is actually a willow tree, the trunk is as thick as a bowl, and it is more than three meters high. Like the willow silk of hair, it is luxuriant and hangs down, forming a drape, covering the eagle's nest. When they looked closer, they saw that the roots of the willow tree were bare—thick and thin from the nest, like innumerable fingers, firmly grasping the surroundings of the nest. And, stretching it down, coiling the stem of the dead old pine. The bare roots of the willow tree tightly bind together the willow itself, the eagle's nest, the old pine, and the trinity. So that the nest looks very safe, not afraid of wind and rain......

How can a seed end up in an eagle's nest? How can it grow into a willow tree as thick as a bowl? After the seed becomes a young sapling in the nest, how can the eagle and the young eagle not peck at it?

Seeds, what an incredible phenomenon it has created in nature!

I received the power of the seed from here to come.

First things were there—the brick floor of the large dormitory was bulging in the center and rising higher and higher in the summer. One day, my intellectual-youth squad leader mobilized and said, "Let's pick up all the bricks, flatten the ground under the bricks, and then lay them out!" The seeds that fell on the ground were laid with bricks before they were swept away. For the people who harvest hundreds of thousands of catties of nearly one million catties of wheat every year, who would particularly cherish the layer of wheat grains in the house? And it is that small and inconspicuous layer of wheat seeds that not only sprout and grow under the bricks, but also lift the bricks that we step on every day one by one, about half a foot higher than the surrounding bricks......

The second thing is that an old worker went back to his hometown to visit his family and asked me to stay at his house to look after his house. It was spring, and it had just had a few rains. Rain leaked from his stove, and raindrops trickled down the wall into a rough wooden box. I knew that the wooden box was only full of boxes of wheat for the chickens and pigs, but I didn't care. Ten days later, in the middle of the night, a muffled sound, like a soil ** explosion, woke me up from my dream. He rushed into the stove in astonishment, but saw that the wooden box was bulging out of several boards, and the lid of the box was also bulging, and several cylinder stones for pickling and pickles pressed on the lid rolled to the ground, and the wheat that had swelled and sprouted sprouts poured out of the box, and spread a thick layer on the ground......

So I began to believe in the experience of the old people - if anyone plans to give birth to a jar of bean sprouts, in fact, only half a jar of beans is enough. Do not cover the cylinder head and press the stone on the cover. Whoever does not believe in this experience will inevitably crack the tank of the swollen bean.

The experience of our Corps in large-scale cultivation is that when the seeds are put into the soil, they must be pulled and crushed by a tractor within three days, which is called "suppression." Wheat seeds that have not been "suppressed" are not thriving.

The human heart can also be seen as a piece of soil.

Hence the word "heartland", or "heartfield".

In such and such circumstances, there are seeds of one kind or another, either by ourselves or by others, sown in our "hearts" one by one. It may be sown inadvertently, or it may be sown in a very clear and clear way ourselves. That kind of child may be love or hate, it may be good, it may be hateful, it may even be evil. Such as intense greed and jealousy, such as extreme selfishness and the seeds of terrible revenge......

All the seeds that are sown in the "heart" will sprout and grow. They all grow to form a force. That power will be like a wheat seed that uplifts up the tiles of the floor, and it will make our hearts uneven. Even, it will be like a sprouted wheat seed drum breaking a wooden box, and a sprouted bean drum cracking the cylinder body, which will destroy people's hearts. This, of course, refers to those ugly and even evil seeds. For such seeds, "repression" is often counterproductive. For they have always grown more vigorously in the hearts of men than good seeds. Self-"suppression" is tantamount to growth. When someone does not seem to be evil on the surface, but suddenly he does something very evil one day, and we are stunned when we hear it, it is often because he thinks he has obtained the law by "suppressing", but in fact he is deceiving others and himself.

The only effective measure is to always have a fear of the ugly seeds of evil. This is because people should understand that once the seeds of ugliness and evil enter the "heart" and are not removed from the "heart" in time, the danger to the human heart will be like a cancer cell.

First of all, we should not plant bad seeds in our hearts, and secondly, if others sow a bad seed in our hearts, then we must quickly take up our rational hoe......

"Human nature is like water, if you put it in a circle, it will be round, and if you put it in a square, it will be square" - the ancients also said in reason.

Humans have tested the power of a vacuum.

Humans have also tested the power of steam.

Moreover, both forces are used by humans.

But has anyone tested the power of a small seed to grow?

What kind of microscope can most realistically capture the speed and process of growth between good seeds and bad seeds in our "heart"?

Before that, we can only rely on our own rational microscopic multiples to discover......