出家门，向右转 ，只有二三十步，就走进一条曲径。有二三十年之久，我天天走过这一条路 ，到办公室去 。因为天天见面，也就成了司空见惯，对它有点漠然了。
然而 ，这一条幽径却是大大有名的。记得在五十年代，我在故宫的一个城楼上，参观过一个有关《红楼梦》的展览 。我看到由几幅山水画组成的组画 ，画的就是这一条路。足证这一条路是同这一部伟大的作品有某一些联系的。至于是什么联系，我已经记忆不清 。留在我记忆中的只是一点印象：这一条平平常常的路是有来头的，不能等闲视之。
这一条路在燕园中是极为幽静的地方。学生们称之为"后湖"，他们是很少到这里来的 。我上面说它平平常常 ，这话有点语病，它其实是颇为不平常的。一面傍湖，一面靠山 ，蜿蜒曲折，实有曲径通幽之趣。山上苍松翠柏，杂树成林。无论春夏秋冬 ，总有翠色在目 。不知名的小花，从春天开起，过一阵换一个颜色 ，一直开到秋末。到了夏天，山上一团浓绿，人们仿佛是在一片绿雾中穿行。林中小鸟 ，枝头鸣蝉，仿佛互相应答 。秋天，枫叶变红，与苍松翠柏 ，相映成趣，凄清中又饱含浓烈。几乎让人不辨四时了。
小径另一面是荷塘，引人注目主要是在夏天 。此时绿叶接天 ，红荷映目。仿佛从地下深处爆发出一股无比强烈的生命力，向上，向上 ，向上，欲与天公试比高，真能使懦者立怯者强 ，给人以无穷的感染力。
不管是在山上，还是在湖中，一到冬天 ，当然都有白雪覆盖 。在湖中，昔日潋滟的绿波为坚冰所取代。但是在山上，虽然落叶树都把叶子落掉，可是松柏反而更加精神抖擞 ，绿色更加浓烈，意思是想把其他树木之所失，自己一手弥补过来 ，非要显示出绿色的威力不行。再加上还有翠竹助威，人们置身其间，决不会感到冬天的萧索了 。
在所有的这些神奇的东西中，给我印象最深，让我最留恋难忘的是一株古藤萝。藤萝是一种受人喜爱的植物。清代笔记中有不少关于北京藤萝的记述 。在古庙中 ，在名园中，往往都有几棵寿达数百年的藤萝，许多神话故事也往往涉及藤萝。北大现住的燕园 ，是清代名园，有几棵古老的藤萝，自是意中事。我们最初从城里搬来的时候，还能看到几棵据说是明代传下来的藤萝 。每到春天 ，紫色的花朵开得满棚满架，引得游人和蜜蜂猬集其间，成为春天一景。
但是 ，根据我个人的评价，在众多的藤萝中，最有特色的还是幽径的这一棵。它既无棚 ，也无架，而是让自己的枝条攀附在邻近的几棵大树的干和枝上，盘曲而上 ，大有直上青云之概 。因此，从下面看，除了一段苍黑古劲像苍龙般的粗干外 ，根本看不出是一株藤萝。每到春天，我走在树下，眼前无藤萝，心中也无藤萝。然而一股幽香蓦地闯入鼻官 ，嗡嗡的蜜蜂声也袭入耳内，抬头一看，在一团团的绿叶中--根本分不清哪是藤萝叶 ，哪是其他树的叶子——隐约看到一朵朵紫红色的花，颇有万绿丛中一点红的意味 。直到此时，我才清晰地意识到这一棵古藤的存在 ，顾而乐之了。
经过了史无前例的十年浩劫，不但人遭劫，花木也不能幸免。藤萝们和其他一些古丁香树等等 ，遭到了无情的诛伐 。六院前的和红二三楼之间的那两棵著名的古藤，被坚决 、彻底、干净、全部地消灭掉。是否也被踏上一千只脚，没有调查研究 ，不敢瞎说；永世不得翻身，则是铁一般的事实了。
茫茫燕园中，只剩下了幽径的这一棵藤萝了。它成了燕园中藤萝界的鲁殿灵光 。每到春天，我在悲愤 、惆怅之余 ，惟一的一点安慰就是幽径中这一棵古藤。每次走在它下面，闻到淡淡的幽香，听到嗡嗡的蜂声 ，顿觉这个世界还是值得留恋的，人生还不全是荆棘丛。其中情味，只有我一个人知道 ，不足为外人道也 。
然而，我快乐得太早了。人生毕竟还是一个荆棘丛，决不是到处都盛开着玫瑰花。今年春天 ，我走过长着这棵古藤的地方，我的眼前一闪，吓了一大跳：古藤那一段原来凌空的虬干 ，忽然成了吊死鬼，下面被人砍断，只留上段悬在空中，在风中摇曳 。再抬头向上看 ，藤萝初绽出来的一些淡紫的成串的花朵，还在绿叶丛中微笑。它们还没有来得及知道，自己赖以生存的树干已经被砍断了 ，脱离了地面，再没有水分供它们生存了。它们仿佛成了失掉了母亲的孤儿，不久就会微笑不下去 ，连痛哭也没有地方了 。
我是一个没有出息的人。我的感情太多，总是供过于求，经常为一些小动物、小花草惹起万斛闲愁。真正的伟人们是决不会这样的 。反过来说 ，如果他们像我这样的话，也决不能成为伟人。我还有点自知之明，我注定是一个渺小的人 ，也甘于如此，我甘于为一些小猫小狗小花小草流泪叹气。这一棵古藤的灭亡在我心灵中引起的痛苦，别人是无法理解的。
从此以后，我最爱的这一条幽径 ，我真有点怕走了 。我不敢再看那一段悬在空中的古藤枯干，它真像吊死鬼一般，让我毛骨悚然。非走不行的时候 ，我就紧闭双眼，疾趋而过。心里数着数：一，二 ，三，四，一直数到十 ，我估摸已经走到了小桥的桥头上，吊死鬼不会看到了，我才睁开眼走向前去 。此时 ，我简直是悲哀至极，哪里还有什么闲情逸致来欣赏幽径的情趣呢？
但是，这也不行。眼睛虽闭，但耳朵是关不住的。我隐隐约约听到古藤的哭泣声 ，细如蚊蝇，却依稀可辨 。它在控诉无端被人杀害。它在这里已经呆了二三百年，同它所依附的大树一向和睦相处。它虽阅尽人间沧桑 ，却从无害人之意 。每到春天，就以自己的花朵为人间增添美丽。焉知一旦毁于愚氓之手。它感到万分委屈，又投诉无门 。它的灵魂死守在这里。每到月白风清之夜 ，它会走出来显圣的。在大白天，只能偷偷地哭泣。山头的群树、池中的荷花是对它深表同情的，然而又受到自然的约束 ，寸步难行，只能无言相对 。在茫茫人世中，人们争名于朝 ，争利于市，哪里有闲心来关怀一棵古藤的生死呢？于是，它只有哭泣，哭泣……
世界上像我这样没有出息的人 ，大概是不多的。古藤的哭泣声恐怕只有我一个能听到。在浩茫无际的大千世界上，在林林总总的植物中，燕园的这一棵古藤 ，实在渺小得不能再渺小了 。你倘若问一个燕园中人，决不会有任何人注意到这一棵古藤的存在的，决不会有任何人关心它的死亡的 ，决不会有任何人为之伤心的。偏偏出了我这样一个人，偏偏让我住到这个地方，偏偏让我天天走这一条幽径 ，偏偏又发生了这样一个小小的悲剧；所有这一些偶然性都集中在一起，压到了我的身上。我自己的性格制造成的这一个十字架，只有我自己来背了 。奈何 ，奈何！
Going to the home, turn right, only twenty-ten steps, walking into a track. Two or thirty years, I walked this road every day and went to the office. Because I met every day, I became a habit, it was a bit indifferent to it.
However, this is a great name. I remember that in the 1950s, I visited a "Red Man Dream" on a city in the 1950s. I saw a group painting composed of several mountain water paintings, painting is this road. The road to the Football is to have some contact with this great work. As for what connection, I have already remembered it. It's just a little impression that stayed in my memory: this flat, the path is to come, can't wait.
This road is extremely quiet in Yanyuan. The students called "Houhu", they are very few here. I said that it is always in the forefront. It is actually quite unusual. On the lake, one side is on the mountain, the meandering, and there is a fun in the track. The mountains on the mountains, the bullion, and the hetero-tree forest. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is always a cool look. Unknown little flowers, starting from spring, changing a color, has been driving to the autumn. In the summer, there is a strong green in the mountains, and people seem to be in a green mist. Lin Zhongbirds, branches, as if they respond to each other. Autumn, maple leaf is red, with Cangsong Cast, which is full of interest, and it is full of intense. It's almost not distinguished.
The other side of the trail is a lotus pond, and it is mainly in the summer. At this time, the green leaves are getting the day, and the red lotus. It seems that there is a strong vitality, up, up, up, up, and want to make a strong, giving a strong, giving a weak, and giving people a strong infection.
Whether it is on the mountain, still in the lake, one go to winter, of course, there are snow coverage. In the lake, the green wave of the past is replaced by Ice. But in the mountains, although the deciduous trees fall away, but the pine cymbals are more spirited, and the green is more strong. It means that it is necessary to make up the other trees, it makes up for one hand, and it is not necessary to show green power. In addition, there is also the bamboo to help, people are in their own room, never feel the winter of winter.
This magical is very attractive.
In all these magical things, give me the deepest, let me hide the most unforgettable is a ancient vine. Rattle is a favorite plant. There are many descriptions about Beijing vine in the clear book. In the ancient temple, in the famous garden, there are often a few cavies that have hundreds of years of hundreds of years, and many mythical stories often involve vines. Northern Industrial Yanyuan is a famous garden in the Qing Dynasty. When we first moved from the city, we can also see a few people who are said to be passed down. Every spring, the purple flowers are full of frames, and they will become a scene of spring.
However, according to my personal evaluation, in numerous vines, the most distinctive is still the same. It has a shed, no bond, but let your branches climb in the dry and branches of nearby big trees, and there is a summary of the Qing Yun. So, from the following, in addition to a chain ancient power like Canglong-like, it couldn't see a vine. Every spring, I walked under the tree, there is no vine in front of you, and there is no vine in my heart. However, a fragrant fragrance broke into the nose, the honey bee also hocked into the ear, looked up, in a greenery of a group - the greenery of a group is unclear, which is a cavar, which is the leaves of other trees - vague Seeing a blossomed flower, there is a little red in the green bus. Until at this time, I clearly realized the existence of this ancient vine, Gu Tao.
After the unprecedented ten years of history, not only people were robbed, but they didn't survive. Cytaries and other trumpet trees, etc., have been affectionate. The two famous ancient vines between the Sixth Hospital and the Red Second Territory were resolute, thorough, clean, all destroyed. Whether it is also embedded on a thousand feet, no investigation research, dare not talk; if you don't turn over, it is the fact of iron.
In Yanyuan, there is only a secluded diagram of this vine. It became the Light Light of Yanyuan Zhongtian Lotus. Every spring, I am grievance and anger, and the only place is the ancient vine. Every time I walk below, I smell the faint fragrance, I heard the buzz, and I am still worthy of nostalgia, life is not all thorns. Among them, only I know alone, there is not enough outside.
However,I am happy too early. After all, life is still a thorn, never blooming roses everywhere. This spring, I walked through this ancient vine, my eyes flashed, scared a big jump: The original empty jump of the ancient vine, suddenly became a hanging ghost, the following were cut, leaving only the upper section Hanging in the air and swaying in the wind. Looking up again, some lavender of the vine blocked, and smile in the green leaves. They have not yet come and know that they have been cut off with survival, and they are separated from the ground, and there is no water for them to survive. They seem to have lost their mother's orphans, soon, they will not smile, and there is no place to cry.
I am a person who has no interest. I have too much feelings, always for seeking, often for some small animals, small flowers and grass provoke a gimmick. The real great people will never do this. Conversely, if they are like me, I can't be a great man. I still have some self-knowledge, I am destined to be a small person, it is also as such, I am willing to sigh for some kitten puppies small grass. The death of this ancient vine is caused by the pain caused by my mind, and others are unaffected.
From then on, I love this in love, I am a little afraid. I didn't dare to look at the ancient vine hanging in the air, it's really like hanging ghosts, let me creepy. When I can't go, I will close my eyes and have a bad end. Heart counts: one, two, three, four, have been to ten, I estimate that I have already walked to the bridge of the bridge, and the hanging ghost will not see it, I opened my eyes forward. At this point, I am simply sad, where is there any idle, I have a taste of the attraction?
However, this is not. Although the eyes closed, the ear can't be closed. I faintly listened to the cry of the ancient vines, such as mosquito flies, but I was distinguished. It is killed by the free end of the complaint. It has been staying here for two or three hundred years, and the big tree that it is attached has always been in harmony. Although it reads the world's vicissitudes, it is from harmless people. Every spring, adding beautifully with your own flowers. I know that once it is destroyed in the hands of ingredients. It feels very wronged and complained that there is no door. Its soul is here. Every month, it will come out of the moon. In the day, you can only cry. The hill tree, the lotus in the pool is deeply sympathetic, butSubstantial, inch is difficult, can only be relative. In the vast people, people compete for the DPRK, strive in the city, where is it idling to care for the life and death of ancient vine? So, it only has crying, crying ...
people like me, probably not much. The cry of the ancient vine is probably only I can hear. In the middle of the world, in the plant in the forest, the ancient vine in Yanyuan is really small. If you ask a Yanyuan people, there will never be any person to pay attention to the existence of this ancient vine, never have anyone to care about it, never have anyone's sadness. I biased my own one, let me stay in this place, and let me take this kind of tragedy every day, and there is such a small tragedy; all this casualness is concentrated together, pressed to me Body. This cross made in my own character, only I will back. Nai, Nai!
However, I am willing to put down this cross and will forever forever.
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