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The Magnet 2025
Wisteria Falls
I recently visited Cape Station, the future home of the world’s largest enhanced geothermal power plant.
By JianHeng Linn published on Thursday, May 3, 2024
I couldn't help but stop in my step.
I had never seen such a splendidly blooming wisteria, only witnessing a magnificent expanse of light purple, like a waterfall cascading from the sky, its origin and end invisible. Just layers of deep and light purple, as if in the flow, in laughter, in non stop growth. On the large purple banner, there were spots of silver shimmered, like splashing water droplets.. When looking closely, you realize that it is the lightest part of each purple flower, teasing each other with the sunlight.
Spring's vibrant reds had faded here, there are no crowds admiring the the flowers, no bees or butterflies. There is just this tree of glittering, blooming wisteria. Clusters of flowers hung closely together, one after the other, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively!
"I'm blooming!" They were laughing.
"I'm blooming!" They yell.
Each flower spike is in full blossoms opening top and buds waiting to be released at the bottom.
The color is then lighter at the top and darker at the bottom, as if that purple has settled, settled in the tenderest and smallest buds. Each blooming flower is like a tiny, full billowed sail with a pointed-bottomed cabin, plump and rounded. Or a suppressed smile about to burst open. What kind of dew was in there? I leaned in and tried to pluck one.
But I didn't. I don't have the habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only just in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. As it flowed, it carried away the anxieties and sorrows that had weighed on my heart all these times, mysteries of life and death, and love ones. I was so immersed in the glory of this luxuriant flowers, everything else temporarily ceased to exist, leaving only peace of spirit and joy of life.
Here, in addition to the luminosity, there is also a subtle fragrance, the aroma seems to be in light purple, dreamy and gently enveloping me. Suddenly I remembered more than 10 years ago, there was a large wisteria plant outside the home, it climbed very high alongside a dead acacia, but the flowers are never sparse, east a spike, west a bunch hanging isolated on the treetops, as if in the testing something. Later, even the sparse flower string is no longer there. Other wisteria arbors in the garden were also removed and replaced with fruit trees. Back then, the rationale was that flowers and a decadent life had some inevitable connection. I was sorry to think that I would never see any more wisteria flowers here again!
After so many years, the wisteria bloomed again, and bloomed so profusely, so densely, that purple waterfalls hiding the thick gnarled branches and trunks, and kept flowing, flowing, flowing to the bottom of people's hearts.
Flowers and people encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I gently touched the small purple flower cabin, full of the wine of life, and it spread its sails to sail on this river of glittering flowers. It is one flower among ten thousand, yet each flower that makes up the flowing waterfall of ten thousand brilliant flowers.
I cannot help but quicken my step in this light purple glory and light purple fragrance.
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