(a)

No matter where I live, the cemetery is a place I often visit.

Because I know that I can't be buried by your side, and I can't often go to your cemetery to sweep your grave, I subconsciously regarded everyone's cemetery as a place to mourn you.

During the days when I lived in Winter Lake Town, whether it was harsh winter or midsummer, I often went to the cemetery for a walk, and I became more and more familiar with the compass sunflower.

Later, Katya told me that compass sunflower is actually a common plant in this vast area. Although it only grows near the cemetery in the town of Winter Lake, in other areas it is widespread. Sometimes it stretches for thousands of acres in the fields and looks spectacular.

However, with the development of industrialization and modernization, the compass sunflower is gradually disappearing from this area, and there is a risk of extinction.

After Mr. Yichen said goodbye to us and went to Southeast Asia to become a monk, I also came to the town of Winter Lake alone for a vacation.

Years have passed.

When I passed by the cemetery again, I found that the fence had been demolished by a group of railroad builders, and large areas of compass sunflower had been cut down by lawn mowers.

Locals told me that the government was building a double-track railway line through the small town of Winter Lake. One is a special line for freight trains and the other is a dedicated line for tourist passengers. The former is responsible for transporting the region's bountiful produce to other places, while the latter is responsible for transporting locust-like tourists from other places into the nature.

I looked at the construction plan hanging in the town hall bungalow, and sadly predicted that in the next few years, the remaining compass sunflower would be mercilessly rolled into the hopper of the lawn mower, and then struggled to be cut down, crushed, and died.

This also means that the prairie next to the cemetery has finally entered a period of destruction.

The era of the savannah will end forever.

In fact, the fate of the compass sunflowers is also a microcosm of the collective funeral of the native flora, and also a microcosm of the funeral of the world's flora.

People living in the age of mechanization do not notice that a large number of plant communities are dying hopelessly.

They can only be proud of economic development. - I want to say: stupid pride.

Local farmers told me that, in general, the richer a farm is, the more flora is scarce.

Some farmers even use flamethrowers and chemical sprayers to remove weeds, transform grasslands into new farmland, and reduce the nutrient competition of weeds for crops, reducing the possibility of pest and disease infection.

But in fact, years of follow-up studies have found that the more thoroughly weeds are eradicated, the less yields are expected to be, and the more disturbed by pests and diseases becomes.

But people have embarked on this path of enmity against nature, and the hearts and minds of people have lost their teachings, and it is difficult to return.

Nature is withering under the frantic footsteps of our blind development.

Poor Luo Pankui, who has guarded the spirits of the dead in the town for so many years, has not been rewarded by people in the end, and he himself has become extinct under the "wheel of history".

This is a recurring tragedy of our time.

(b)

Mr. Yichen told me that the compass sunflower seems to be fragile, but in fact its vitality is very tenacious and tenacious, and it can only be eradicated, not transplanted.

Locals say that their roots are widespread throughout the cemetery. If you want to dig up a compass sunflower completely out of the soil, then you will most likely find that you need to dig up all the burials.

They are also very vigorous. The bite of the hare, the devouring of all kinds of insects, and the artificial injury could not make them extinct from this land, and it was only the branches and flowers that died, as the whole system of flowers, it has always existed strongly in the ground.

"Although the living may seem to be powerful, in the final analysis, the living cannot defeat the dead." Locals say so.

Death is invincible. That's the general opinion. Especially the general view of materialism.

In order to verify the non-transplantability theory, I invited Mr. Yichen to go to the cemetery and excavate a compass sunflower plant for an experiment. Mr. Yichen readily agreed.

We took a small climbing shovel and went to a corner of the cemetery, where we carefully dug down the root system of a compass sunflower.

As the dirt pit got deeper and deeper, I was surprised to find that the strategic layout of the root system of the compass sunflower in the ground was really incredible. From its taproot, at least hundreds of root systems are divided, and then thousands of branches are divided, so divided and divided, a compass sunflower in the underground network is criss-crossed, as complex as the Pansi hole in Journey to the West, if you want to dig out all its root systems, you may really have to turn the entire cemetery upside down, as the local saying goes. The root system of this compass sunflower is intertwined with the root system of other plants, intertwined with each other, you have me, I have you. If you want to dig out one of them, you will inevitably have to drag out many other plants, and between them, there is a symbiotic relationship of both losses and prosperity.

I saw with my own eyes that the taproot system of this compass sunflower pierced straight through a rock in the ground, drilled out from the other end of the rock, and shattered another feldspar under the rock, causing it to break into countless pieces. This means that the root system of this plant is also connected to various substances in the depths of the earth, and if you want to dig it up, you must stir up the entire underground world.

Therefore, digging up a compass sunflower is indeed a huge project with infinite implications, except to cut off its root system, kill it and take out the soil, there is really no way to get it out of this land alive and alive.

After witnessing it with my own eyes, I was completely convinced by the locals' claims and Yi Chen's advice: the compass sunflower seems to be fragile, but in fact it is very powerful, and it can only be destroyed, not transplanted.

I sat down on the edge of the dirt pit I had dug. I can't imagine a small plant, all of which have such a deep background and cannot be shaken.

Mr. Yichen was also next to me and sat down side by side with me.

He said, "You see, digging out the root system of such a small plant is such a huge project, not to mention eradicating a knot in the heart." ”

I looked at Yi Chen.

He said, "It's not easy. Give yourself enough time. ”

We all understand what this sentence means.

I want to get rid of the knots in my heart about the past, just like I want to clear the root system of this compass sunflower, it's complicated and difficult.

I nodded silently.

I now realize that Mr. Yichen may not have casually spoken to me about the transplantation of the compass sunflower. Maybe he just wanted to guide me to this intricate underground world, which is also our inner world of entanglement and disorder.

I feel a deep sense of gratitude.

(c)

Nature is always our teacher.

In all things, it is educating and enlightening us.

But depending on whether we have such spirituality, whether we have such discernment, we can see its wordless teachings, and we can listen to its wordless teachings.