When the wind blows, yellow sand flies all over the sky. You find one after the flight? Hands? Out of the dust, out in horror.

It's not terrible, it's a dried flower, a dried Populus euphratica that has been flamboyantly green.

A group of camels hurried by, and there was a hurried sunset.

Even a bird flew away. Only this dried flower, like a twisted nerve, is dancing and singing.

Populus euphratica was destined to become a part of desolation from the moment it was born, and even a little bit made desolation have a three-dimensional sense.

I like its name, it is powerful and full of momentum. I like its character, which has remained unchanged for 300 years. Life is life, death is death, life and death.

They are all tall and straight poplars.

Just as the eagle is to the blue sky and the whale is to the ocean, only the desert can compare with Populus euphratica.

This is a sample of water. For a hundred years, the sand has changed and life has moved. Only Populus euphratica, in another way, sticks to his beliefs.

The strong wind is crossing the desert, Populus euphratica. It hopes that it will not drive the whole desert and sway in ecstasy.

Prose on Populus euphratica: Populus euphratica in the desert

Prose author: Yi Yi, Ziyun

When the car is driving on the vast desert and Gobi, a golden plant can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road. It stands proudly in the wilderness like a desert guardian, guarding the frontier and forming a beautiful landscape. It is Populus euphratica, a plant native to the desert, interacting with sandstorms and accompanying loneliness. One that can grow tenaciously in any harsh environment is called by biologists? Living fossil? Plants.

A few years ago, I had the honor to meet a friend Zhang Jian, who is a signing writer of You Me He magazine, a young man who is paralyzed in bed, physically disabled and determined, and a young man with a will like Populus euphratica, comparable to that of contemporary Zhang Haidi.

Zhang Jian, 1977, was born in a poor family in Wangjiawan Village, Yuanjiazhuang Town, Foping County. Because grandparents are close relatives, Zhang Jian's parents became direct victims. His father is mentally retarded and his mother is deaf. When Zhang Jian was 9 years old, suddenly one day, he felt unbearable pain in his legs and knees. Later, the pain spread to his back and ankles, causing wandering pain. Later, his joints were shamefully deformed and swollen, and he could not get out of bed until 1996. He was diagnosed as some kind of disease by the hospital. Immortal cancer ankylosing spondylitis, at that time, because the family was poor, there was no money for regular medical treatment, so I could only find some so-called quacks and stray doctors to treat it, and missed the best treatment period, resulting in paralysis in bed for 20 years and inability to stand and walk.

Zhang Jian's childhood wish was to be a writer. Since you can't cure the disease, you can't let your spirit wither and your dreams wither. Books and periodicals are his golden key to open the window of the soul. The days of illness are endless, and the sky above is dark. With the increasing physical and mental pain, he often feels that life is worse than death, and the days are like years. Whenever he is ill, he thinks of reading to distract his attention and relieve his pain. So he asked his relatives and friends to help him borrow some books, newspapers and magazines, speak in words, and use words to keep warm, so as to alleviate the pain caused by the disease. Borrowed books, no matter how old or broken, will be read as carefully as treasures. When I was sick, I read a passage, and through spiritual communication, dialogue and sharing with the protagonist in the book, the pain was greatly resolved; When the mood is low and the sky is dark, an epigram will dispel the haze of the soul; Whenever he is decadent, weak and self-destructive, he will read How Steel was Tempered over and over again. The spirit of the hero Paul always inspires and spurs him to face all difficulties and hardships with a positive and optimistic attitude.

But since he got sick, he has no way to sit up at all, so he has to lie on his back all the time. In order to stick to his dream, he asked someone to make him a smooth wooden board with waste exercise books on it, and the wooden board was fixed on his chest and lay flat. So, he laboriously raised his arm and put it on the back of the old exercise book, and began the difficult road of writing. At first, the font was crooked, my arms were numb and dizzy. I often just tear and write. After a few weeks, he seems to get used to this special writing posture and method. The words written are also different, from a few hundred words in the first day to thousands of words in the later day. Unconsciously, several years have passed, and his own fictional and written long martial arts novel "The Record of Loyalty and Righteousness of Jianghu Heroes", novella "Life is like Coptis chinensis" and autobiographical documentary novella "The Crime of Being Sick and Poor" have been completed on the back of dozens of old exercise books. Later, he was lucky enough to meet two teachers, Huang and Bai Zhongde, members of Shaanxi Writers Association, who were also outstanding figures in his life. With the careful guidance and help of the teacher, his words often appear in newspapers or magazines. These achievements are undoubtedly the greatest encouragement to him, and also let him see the hope of sticking to his dreams.

Later, with the help of the government, he had his own computer, which not only opened his eyes and enriched his life through the magical network, but also brought him closer to the outside world and his dreams. It seems to give him a pair of invisible wings to study and write, and let him bid farewell to the difficult calligraphy career. Words became his best friend. It became the object of his talking, venting and listening. There are warmth, anger, joy, melancholy, praise, sadness and bits and pieces of life in his words. The bitterness and bitterness of the past are undisguised in his words. Words, with his yearning for a happy and beautiful life, carry his literary dreams and fly to higher and farther places step by step.

Three thousand years of life without death, three thousand years of death without falling, and three thousand years of immortality, isn't this Populus euphratica spirit the character of people like Zhang Jian? I saw the brilliance of human nature in them and found the firmness of human nature.