The regimental flower of the Komsomol

In the valley, motherwort grows so luxuriantly, I am alone with a book bag, dressed in Hanfu, quietly walking on the pine sand road and the mud-free mountain road, does anyone see me? I think the old cow herd saw me, and he taught me some common knowledge of Chinese herbal medicine, and he said to me, "You often have colds, so you should drink more fengfeng, which is a kind of Chinese herbal medicine." You can see that this vigorous green and white flower that is as tall as a person is parsnip, and it smells strange and a little fishy. ”

I looked at the parsnip plant, and all I could see was that there were some grasshoppers going back and forth on it. Oh, I made a note of it, it's the wind, the cure for colds.

The old man who was herding cattle looked at me and saw that I was studying more seriously. He asked me, "Do you know Du Ruo?" "Oh, Du Ruo, what a beautiful name. This reminds me of something, Du Ruo, this name, I seem to have heard it somewhere. I seem to have heard it in the Communist Youth League headquarters at school when I was in junior high school when I was an adolescent, and I have some vague impressions.

I want to recall something, but I can't, I seem to have a relationship with this kind of flower and plant in my previous life. The old cowherd looked at my tearful face and said to me, "I know that you are a member of the Central Department of the Communist Youth League of China, and I know that you are the Communist Youth League. Let's go, I'll take you to see your group's group of flowers, Du Ruohua, I know, you will like this kind of flower. You are defeated, but we do not dislike you, because since ancient times, there have been victories and defeats in politics and military affairs, and victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and there is no need to take them to heart. ”

He walked deeper into the valley, and the oxen and I followed him. When we came to a small stream, he pointed to the small flowers and plants like chrysanthemums, and said to me: "This is Du Ruohua, the group flower of your Communist Youth League, does it look like a lotus?" He asked me.

I held the sickle for collecting medicine and replied to him, "Yes, I really miss the lotus, is this the little lotus?" He said no, he said it was called Du Ruo, and he said that at this time, the group flower of the Communist Youth League, the party flower of the Kuomintang, was a lotus flower, which had twelve petals, symbolizing holiness. And this flower is like a lotus flower, but it smiles more than a lotus, but it has more petals, it has sixteen petals, and it also symbolizes holiness and wealth. Like the lotus flower, this flower comes in many colors.

This reminds me of what happened when I was a child in my hometown of Yanggang River, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, when I often went to the Yanggang River and embankment in the north of the village to play, and I saw many colors of lotus flowers growing in the water, some red, some white, some yellow, and so on......

Now, I live here, in the depths of the valley, I rarely see the rich lotus again, but what I didn't expect is that I saw so many here, so many colorful Du Ruohua, really from the shape of the lotus flower in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River.

The old cowherd patted me on the shoulder with his hand and said, "This is the symbol of your Komsomol, Du Ruo!" "I picked a white junior, put it in my mouth, chewed it gently, and tasted its taste, a little bitter, but a little sweet. A refreshing fragrance refreshes people's hearts......

The old man who was herding the cow said to me, "This flower is a Chinese herb, but I don't know what kind of disease it can cure. It's like curing a cough. But it is poisonous, but the poison is small, but the poison is weak. Poison is weak and poisonous, hence the name Du Ruo. ”

I can remember that I was a member of the Communist Youth League, but after joining the Communist Youth League, I had no intention of joining the great Communist Party of China, but insisted on joining the Kuomintang. It's that vanity, it's that wealth, it's that pomp. I always thought that this was a chrysanthemum, a small chrysanthemum, however, what I didn't expect was that I was wrong, and I knew that this is the group flower of our Communist Youth League, which is called "Du Ruo".

Yes, I'm defeated, yes, I'm defeated. However, don't forget, I'm still alive, and the elite soldiers in Luoyang are still there. Wait until the next spring and autumn, wait until the autumn leaves are red, I am still the city of Luoyang, the iron horse in the dome city, the myth in the dream of the world, the myth. I am a hero, and I am destined to have no regrets and no tears.

I shrugged the book bag on my shoulders, and after separating from the old cowherd, I walked alone towards the deepest part of Zhongling Mountain, towards Xiaoyao Valley, where the small river and the wetland were filled with endless colorful rhododendrons. In the evening, I was alone in the backyard of my uncle's old house where I lived in the mountains and cooked a big bowl of Du Ruo flower soup for myself by lighting a bonfire. Soon after, my cough got better......