The fame of all things is probably due to the cute domineering of human beings. According to the Book of Genesis, Adam woke up from the muddy bones and marrow, and his first "job" was to name all things. When I think about it, I tremble. It is clear that God created all things, and Adam was named after each one. It is called the earth. When I look back, the thing that catches my eye is called a tree. When I turn my ears, the thing on the tree is called a bird... And the sun rises and the moon sinks. Many years later, in China, there is a tree called Zhong. A man from Nepal, he stubbornly demanded "rectification of names", he was almost a bit devious, but he seemed to foresee how "liberty" and "indulgence", "love" and "lust", "human rights" and "violence" were similar and opposite things, he insisted that all the turmoil stemmed from "mismatch between the name and the reality." I'm not Adam, and I'm not qualified to do its thrilling naming ceremony for all things. It's not Zhong Ni, and he can only sigh deeply at the world's "fish eyes are mixed with pearls". Not a name maker, not a name maker, just an inquirer. The person who named it is a great founder, the person who rectified the name is the one who is worried about the world, and the person who asks the name is just a person who has a deep relationship with all things.

Maybe I'm a little stupid, especially when I'm traveling, I always ask annoyingly: "What is that?" No one else can answer, so I go to ask the second one, but there are so many ignorant people in this world, You ask him what the red-breasted and green-backed birds that come to his lawn every day are called, and he doesn't know. You asked him what the river was called, and he was too embarrassed to deny that "that river has no name." You asked him whether the flowers and trees that opened his door like a haze were peaches or plums, and he irresponsibly said "I don't know". However, I am also not angry, how can the names of all things be known to everyone. No one else can answer, although my heart is anxious, but I feel that this "asking name" is so cautious and pious, as cautious as the "asking name" gift in ancient marriages. Once, in March, I went to climb a mountain in the middle. There was a vine-like plant on the mountain, with a white and purple flower that was mixed with filaments. I squatted on the mountain path and watched intently, there was no one on the mountain, so I couldn't ask. Suddenly, I found that some of the flowers had already produced small fruits, which were green and oval. I picked one and went down the mountain to ask someone. A little, before, we went out to pick up a big bag." I almost sighed, it turned out to be passion fruit flowers, so fragrant passion fruit flowers. If it were two months later, wouldn’t the mountains be full of purple-brown fruits, but I don’t regret it. I’ve seen its flowers, but it’s a pity that when I first met, it was unknown, otherwise there should be something else. surprise.

The name of the wild peony was only found out this spring. Once I knew it, the whole spring was different. Every time I cross the mountain trail to the library for photocopying materials, it is always driving on the right side of the road with a bright purple color. I smiled mysteriously at it, and the words in my heart almost overflowed my mouth for a while: "Hey, Ye Peony, I know your The name is quite nice--Wild Peony." It looked at me and laughed, like a little girl who wanted to learn restraint, but couldn't pretend. So I couldn't help smirking: "Huh? Who told you? How did you know my name?"

The fame of all things is probably due to the cute domineering of human beings. According to the Book of Genesis, Adam woke up from the muddy bones and marrow, and his first "job" was to name all things. When I think about it, I tremble. It is clear that God created all things, and Adam was named after each one. It is called the earth. When I look back, the thing that catches my eye is called a tree. When I turn my ears, the thing on the tree is called a bird... And the sun rises and the moon sinks. Many years later, in China, there is a tree called Zhong. A man from Nepal, he stubbornly demanded "rectification of names", he was almost a bit devious, but he seemed to foresee how "liberty" and "indulgence", "love" and "lust", "human rights" and "violence" were similar and opposite things, he insisted that all the turmoil stemmed from "mismatch between the name and the reality." I'm not Adam, and I'm not qualified to do its thrilling naming ceremony for all things. It's not Zhong Ni, and he can only sigh deeply at the world's "fish eyes are mixed with pearls". Not a name maker, not a name maker, just an inquirer. The person who named it is a great founder, the person who rectified the name is the one who is worried about the world, and the person who asks the name is just a person who has a deep relationship with all things.

Maybe I'm a little stupid, especially when I'm traveling, I always ask annoyingly: "What is that?" No one else can answer, so I go to ask the second one, but there are so many ignorant people in this world, You ask him what the red-breasted and green-backed birds that come to his lawn every day are called, and he doesn't know. You asked him what the river was called, and he was too embarrassed to deny that "that river has no name." You asked him whether the flowers and trees that opened his door like a haze were peaches or plums, and he irresponsibly said "I don't know". However, I am also not angry, how can the names of all things be known to everyone. No one else can answer, although my heart is anxious, but I feel that this "asking name" is so cautious and pious, as cautious as the "asking name" gift in ancient marriages. Once, in March, I went to climb a mountain in the middle. There was a vine-like plant on the mountain, with a white and purple flower that was mixed with filaments. I squatted on the mountain path and watched intently, there was no one on the mountain, so I couldn't ask. Suddenly, I found that some of the flowers had already produced small fruits, which were green and oval. I picked one and went down the mountain to ask someone. A little, before, we went out to pick up a big bag." I almost sighed, it turned out to be passion fruit flowers, so fragrant passion fruit flowers. If it were two months later, wouldn’t the mountains be full of purple-brown fruits, but I don’t regret it. I’ve seen its flowers, but it’s a pity that when I first met, it was unknown, otherwise there should be something else. surprise.

The name of the wild peony was only found out this spring. Once I knew it, the whole spring was different. Every time I cross the mountain trail to the library for photocopying materials, it is always driving on the right side of the road with a bright purple color. I smiled mysteriously at it, and the words in my heart almost overflowed my mouth for a while: "Hey, Ye Peony, I know your The name is quite nice--Wild Peony." It looked at me and laughed, like a little girl who wanted to learn restraint, but couldn't pretend. So I couldn't help smirking: "Huh? Who told you? How did you know my name?"