Early Spring in the Sea of Flowers
Jiao Yujie
In recent days, I keep seeing photos of spring flowers opening from WeChat groups, and my heart was suddenly shocked, wandering in the stacks of paper, and forgetting about the season in a muddled way, is spring about to return? There are really people in this world who waste spring like me! After a few times of self-criticism, and friends to meet, we must retain the Shaoguang, to go to the sea of flowers trekking.
The sea of flowers is a few years ago, the local government for the development of tourism, on the outskirts of the village of Liu Jiaxia, the use of a piece of high downstream of the reservoir on the beach to create a few hundred acres of flower landscape. Here is the original river willow fluffy, weeds even haunting the wasteland. Later, the Yellow River water level rose, the north side of the river although most of the time immersed in water, the willow is also extremely moist, leaning side to side crazy growth, growing into countless large trees, and gathered into a forest. In the stagnant water at the wrong cross, and more reeds and cattails, covering the sky, but became a natural barrier to the north of the Sea of Flowers. The south side of the sea of flowers barrier is rising in turn, near the ornamental road abruptly raised a touch of terrace. It is planted with ash, lilacs and so on, both shade, but also to see the flowers, is a unique designers craftsmanship of the place.
There are three roads into the Sea of Flowers, the furthest one is in the western entrance to the Sea of Flowers, from the colorful red sandstone cliffs, known as the Ten Mile Gallery in front of the extension into the bridge over the ancient city, the foot is gradually spacious corner of the Sea of Flowers. The most romantic entrance to the northern entrance to the sea of flowers, in the sea of flowers land into the heart of the river, the spirit of cleverly set up a bridge, if the fly if floating over a river wave, the north bank of the river road and the south bank of the sea of flowers connected. Vaguely remember the official solicited the name of the bridge, with the passage of time, the initial name of the bridge is forgotten, anyway, the people called the rainbow bridge. White arch, like a rainbow lying in the river, from here floating into the fairy-like, can not be romantic, can not be happy?
We go to the sea of flowers, the road is from the south bank of the Taiji Bridge departed from the east to the west, through the Qingshiji, Waterwheel Park, arrived at the sea of flowers. As soon as the sightseeing road, from the road side of the single column of weeping willows, a few people have called to the breath of spring. And the wind in the low-hanging willow, decorated with prominent leaf buds, plush, tender yellow, tender yellow, with the wind, the kind of curly and delicate posture, for no reason to provoke people's minds, no wonder the ancients metaphor for the dancer's waist. Before a few steps, the pink seeped in the crimson cherry blossoms and outside the pink inside the white spring in rows on both sides of the sightseeing path, to the people waving a slightly bitter and sweet aroma. From here, springtime becomes even more lively, with golden spring blossoms, watery yellow magnolias that are white to the core, and apricot blossoms that look like stars all over the sky, each smiling from a branch. The accompanying music was the chorus of a thousand bees that could be heard from afar. Of course, the bees are still dancing from one bud to another, busy little bees.
Viewing the various flowers and plants along the way, and listening to the gulls crying as they flew over the turquoise and blue river, we stepped into the sea of flowers. The Sea of Flowers is the land that slowly descends from the scenic route to the north. Standing outside a colorful sidewalk that winds alongside the river willow and reed barrier at the water's edge, I raised my eyes to see that in previous years, along the slope, according to the inflorescences, there were tulips, irises, verbena and other flowers that were ornamental in different seasons. However, when we hurriedly crashed into the place, reflected in a pair of seeking eyes, but the empty vast land, and the ground clusters of flower seedlings. I froze a little slow. In my heart, I was reminded of Huang Shan Gu's eulogy for spring: "Where does spring return to? Lonely road, if someone knows where the spring goes, call to take the return to live with ......" looking at the distant pavement film playing ridge gardeners, a good half day, only to react, according to Huangshi Huangshi gas, at the moment here should be the early spring ah.
The sea of flowers in early spring, everything is in the Nu bud, not to mention the willow Nu out of the golden buds, peony Nu out of the red buds, peony Nu out of the purple pole, is scheduled to be held in mid-April Tulip Festival, urban and rural masses of people looking forward to the tulips, but only Nu out of the main pole and three or four pieces of fat broadleaf to. And only some of the waterfront bushes that take up all the sunshine, on the low stalks, in twos and threes, flowers of different colors, giving people a kind of sunny door to the early spring joy. Close to the colorful flowers, yellow as if in the light, white as if in the spit out light fog, red as if in the outflow of rouge ...... various colors is so pure, so pure, this is where the flowers, is really a group of children's innocent smile.
After all, the spring equinox is just over, here more or just nu out of the surface of the flower seedlings. When you look at the land without flowers and trees, only agile wagtails are jumping, long-tailed gray magpies are skimming, and magpies jumping while walking are foraging for food, so it seems to be a bit wide and empty. At this time of year, there is no need to be crowded and scrambling to be first. Just three or two close friends, wearing the spring, bathed in the spring breeze, burdened with nothing to do, lazy walk, said plainly. Don't want to walk on the stumps at the tree, after a moment's rest, a topic finished, want to walk, and then wandering in the field next to the tree on the path. At this moment, a few words of opinion, said the epidemic can be, Shu a sigh, talk about the years can be, naturally, just the most inappropriate on the official envy of the money, stirred into some of the world of materialism.
Of course, walking in this place full of vitality, we naturally have the relaxed mood of the wilderness, plain meaning. Light is the rainbow bridge west of the center of the jungle, thousands of elm willow, upright, the crown of the tree even into a piece, like the same branch Lianli, tree body is independent of each other, let according to the guard, obviously is the year of artificial planting, long into this position, how to see how it is also created by heaven and earth, Zhuo Ran a natural landscape. See here, let a person can not help but move up in the morning in the forest side of the morning exercise, afternoon in the forest under the tea, evening in the shade of the book of reverie. As for the rainbow bridge on the east side of the path, hidden, the flowering season will be hidden into the depths of the flowers, is also a kind of antelope hanging horns, no trace of the place to go. This is still the best place to sit alone all day and think about those subtle thoughts.
We three or two close friends walking in the slightly empty, and the most elegant sea of flowers, occasionally remembered the past without the top of the vervain, the flowers section of the iris, as well as flowers blooming kind of Dianthus, as well as the yellow chrysanthemums connected with the evening sunshine ...... our smile and knit knit exchanges, a word and a word of conversation, the sense of life, the exchange of spring and autumn, the exchange of the passing of time, and also expect to be the first time. The passing of the years, but also look forward to the prosperity and prosperity of tomorrow.
The sparse forest is like a painting
Ren Suiping
Winter and spring earth, sparse forest piece.
Pieces of sparse forest, sparse, open, elegant, however, can be painted.
The sparse forests that can be painted are mostly poplars. Poplar spring germination, summer luxuriant, early fall golden leaves soughing, and after a few frosts, golden leaves dazzle into the embrace of the earth. Winter aspen forest lead washed out, valiant and standing, in the mountains, in the soil slope, in the village to the south, and winter wild silent.
Winter leisure, out of the village lane, walk slowly, alone to appreciate a sparse forest.
The "sparseness" of the sparse forest is the sparseness and elegance.
Dense forest, impermeable, dense, deep, giving people a mystery and speculation. Dense forest, always make people think of Kawabata Yasunari's words, dense, deep, seems to contain a faint sadness, spontaneous, a few points of timidity. And sparse forest, there is open and sparse meaning, let people easily associated with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu's calligraphy, in the mood for sex, there is open and open place, so that people in the strong place to feel a point of idleness, this idleness, there is the openness and openness of the words of Xin Qiji, there is a small piece of literature in the late Ming Dynasty, as if the morning sunlight from the mountain passes diagonally over the sprinkling of sparse forests, the warmth of that in the forest overflowing, warm warm warmth.
The winter forest, suitable for sitting and waiting for a snow.
Snowfall, always from the back of the mountain over. In the afternoon, the whole sky is misty, tile eaves hanging low, this time, a person sitting alone in the mountains in the forest, the mountains and fields are quiet, the only wind is walking, if the dream of the footsteps, rustling, softly, softly, whisked by your face and mine, through the sleeves, roaming through the ankles, the silk of the village towards the low roaming. Sitting alone in the mountains, there must be a book in his hands at the moment, there is an old book from the past, like an old story, mottled, but also has a dense plot, so idly turning the pages, turning the old story, reminiscing, savoring. Look up, but see the snowflakes from the mountain side over, sprinkled, if it is a group of words, in the mountains over the dispersion of the field. The wind is small and asleep, at the mountain pass, as still as can be. Awake is the flock, roaming over from the edge of the cliff, is running in the mountain field of snowflakes.
At this time, nothing to think about, nothing to do, just quietly looking, looking at the mountains, looking at the mountains far away from the sky, snowflakes filled, diffuse, if an ancient painting, the ancient meaning of the melting, fell on the curtain of the sky.
And behind the sparse forest, this time the collective high flag, spilling diagonally woven snowflakes are hunting flag, or a slant inserted in the earth bookmarks on the page.
The spring forest, after the deep winter snow immersion, in the morning sunshine beeping, those who nurture the winter buds, is the secret of exuberant life on display in the spring breeze. At this time, sitting alone by the sparse forest, like drinking fragrant tea.
The peach blossom of that Nymphaea has the fragrance of tea.
Bow gently and bring your nose close to the peach branch, and the fragrance will be in the air, all around you and me, in the collar, in the cuffs, in the nostrils, in the lungs, and in every hand and every foot. The wind gently wakes up, and the bones of the Nymphaea make a beeping sound again, like a good tea, blooming between the lips, the aroma has the flavor of time breeding, cleansing, fragrant. I always like to look for the real signs of life in a flavor of tea, in fact, full of interest in life is also a flavor of tea, a flavor of fermentation for many years of Puerh, there are strands of sweetness, there are also vaguely bitter, bitter and sweet is the true flavor of life.
The real flavor is good, the real flavor can let life restore the real meaning, the real flavor can let the soul through the fragrance. In those years, I traveled in the north and south of the river because of the text, the rough is the true flavor of the north, charming winding is the true flavor of the water town. There is a true flavor of the words have aroma, in the lungs and heart between the wandering.
Just like this moment, my soul in this sparse forest, in each tree seems to wake up in the gloss, in the branches of each unintentional birdsong sound, in a flying figure, in a flower in the intoxication of the micro-brewing.
Half-summer blossoms, drunkenness, I like such a good time, like a person will be the story of the chest to the vast mountains, to the sparse past, to another person who cherishes life.
The sparse forests, pieces of true meaning, a little bit of noble.
Remembering my mother
Du Gang
It's another year in the spring, and I don't see my mom walking on her crutches anymore. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with your own personalized products.
A few times back to the dream back to the small bay, always see you bowed back rickshaw with a small shovel, in our old yard west of the small garden, pulling a few stems of grass, seven-leaf chrysanthemums, petunias, and that dance in the flowers of the hard-working bees and colorful butterflies, accompanied by you alone at home, spend the years of leisure and loneliness.
A few times in my dream, I still remember that I accompanied you with my beloved Shuqin, and my grandson Yuze pushed the wheelchair, and we walked through the peony bushes in the red garden of Linxia, and you approached the hydrangea-like thousand-layered violet-speckled peonies from time to time, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, listening to the honey, and appreciating the butterflies....... You love flowers. Peonies are your favorite. You said that when you were a child, there were several nests of peonies in the garden of your mother's house in Yujiayao, and the whole family took care of them as if they were babies, and the peonies would always blossom on their own youth as scheduled.
Several times when I sat on the bed in my dream, I always saw you picking and wiping the bed sheet on the bed in the bed in the corner room with your hands that were deformed and rough from years of labor, fearing that there would be some unclean things sticking to you. The cloth buttons of your tweed shirt were so delicate and well-proportioned, the quilt on the bed was always folded so neatly, the window sill was always wiped so clean, and every needle and thread in the colander was always so obedient, with no mess in sight. Your life, always so clean, until late in life to sleep on the bed, you always open your eyes with a hand tucked into the wipe dusting, you are so clean to finish the life. Later, I asked, the night is so late, why do you still not sleep? You tell me, once my brother said that when I went to school as a child and classmates race, afraid of the foot of the shoes do not compete, with shoes before running to win the classmates, you silently vowed, even if their own bitter and tired, the family again difficult, must let their own dolls to wear decent shoes, shoes can run more than people. Since then, when it was cloudy and raining and you couldn't work on the ground, you would tear down your old clothes and cut up old cloth to make cloth shoes with homemade paste. I remember when I was a child, the walls of my bed were covered with your paste, and Yueh-Shun, Xiao-Mei, Mang-Mang, and Hong-Hong and I would scribble pictures of kittens and puppies on them with chalk and play with them as a ready-made blackboard. If there were a lot of dolls in the village, you often gave them your hard-earned homemade cloth stickers and cut a few suitable shoe patterns out of newspaper.
Several times I dreamed of sleeping on the bed in the corner room and listening to you talk about your mother's family. Your grandpa was so long-lived, your father was so diligent, your elder brother was so kind, your second brother was so learned, and your cousin who was far away in Inner Mongolia, your younger sister who was near to Dujiaping, your niece who was far away from Meiying in Jinchang, your nephew who was a guest in another country, your nephew who was a visitor, your nephew who was a visitor to Lanzhou, and your brother's sons and daughters, who were just now...
A few times I dreamed of sleeping on the bed in the room and listened to your stories about your mother's family. ...Even in the two years after your illness and intermittent memory loss, whether it was your mother's family, or my own grandmother, Jinggou's great aunt, Fenchuan's second aunt, Baiyangwan's little aunt, Gaozhuangli's eldest uncle, going out of the three uncles ...... adults and juniors, after a sentence by sentence slowly chatting about, you can tell them! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to get it right. Your mother's home Yujia kiln of the several holes of the kiln, that a large field, that a large orchard, in front of the door of the old sour pear tree, halfway up the hillside behind the village of the several graves, you said over and over again, sleep I listened to over and over again,...... late years, you rely on the recollection of their own loved ones, read their own family members, lonely and happy to live in the
This is the first time I've ever seen a person who has been a member of a family.
A few times back to the dream back to the old village, uphill on the kang always see a dignified-looking old lady, leaning against the window wall heel, leaning on the pillow, leaning body, listening to the wall followed by the floor line of the cloth box box radio, look at the side of the kang with a wisp of wood smoke on the simple iron fire pit, the lips while the brown sugar water as dark as the cans of tea, while smoking a brass water pot, nourishment and leisurely days not slow and easy. That old woman was my grandmother, your mother-in-law. Every morning at dawn, you first fill your grandmother's kang in the dark, and then hurriedly set up the iron fire pit, puh-puh ...... blowing the wood fire, simmering the clay qu qu pot, stewing the hot tea, serving the thin and yellow hot flour oil cake specially for your grandmother. ...... This is how your day begins, and this is how Grandma's day begins. Since I remember, until 1976, the coldest month of the year, more than twenty years, once you enter the door of the Du family, you will follow your love big (father) to teach you, as far as possible to serve the Du family of that alone to support the life of orphans and widows of the family of the majesty of the old lady. When I went home to pay my respects to the elders on the farm in the Spring Festival this year, they all praised you for being a good daughter-in-law and a good mother. The old man said, no matter that time the agricultural society spring sowing and fall harvest, leveling the field and how busy, on the road to the plot how far, near noon, you are always on top of the small feet rushed home to grandma and dolls to do a hot meal, even if the captain of the reluctance until the scare of deduction of points, you still hold the idea of the old man must eat a hot tea and rice.
A few times I saw you in my dreams, you were busy on the big stove in the west kitchen. A big bellows whistles and drums cooked the life of a family of more than ten people, lazy lumps of mixed noodles, lumps of rice noodles, churned rice noodles, and boiled yams like peonies, and you fed the family in such a difficult and constant way. The southeast nook was a stone milling house, where my little brother Yuehshun and I, and my little sister Yuji woman took turns to work together in pulling the milling rope, and you pushed the milling burden hard while sweeping the milling table with all your heart, and in this way, we ground together the coarse grain and fine white flour to feed the whole family; in the terraces in Lazy Man's Cove, and in the earth on the Majia Liang, kneeling on your knee pads, you plucked the golden wheat with hands full of cracks and holes, one on each hand and one on each side. ...... Under the leadership of you and I love big, our family of young and old lined up in a row desperately like a tiger's mouth, granddaughter Busy and Honghong in the ridge land edge flinging a long whip to watch donkeys to herd sheep, we are what a hard-working and happy family ah.
A few times back in the dream of the Spring Festival back to the hall room window pane pasted full of you led my sister-in-law sister-in-law sister sister cut the windowpane, kittens, puppies, piglets, peonies, peonies, hydrangeas, red red, green green, are so vivid so bright, so spiritual. In the center of the room, the elm table, which I can't remember how old it is, is decorated with four bowls of mouth-watering rice offerings, which you cooked and decorated with your own hands, and which your ancestors had a share in, and which your grandfather had a share in, your wife had a share in, and your mother-in-law had a share in, and which you especially urged us to put on the table the hookah that your grandmother smoked because you know that my grandmother, your mother-in-law, smoked those two. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life, and that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life.
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The floodgates of memory open, thoughts like a surging tide, love mom's love, love mom's grace, parents' hard work, children's clumsy pen how can not finish writing.
This year's March 3, coinciding with the Ching Ming Festival, although the country unified vacation for the deceased loved ones to sweep the tomb, it is a pity that the impact of the epidemic, we are far away from Dunhuang, Jinchang, Lanzhou, Linxia, Pingliang, Beijing, Xi'an, Hangzhou, Guangzhou, living in his hometown of the children and grandchildren, can not be gathered in front of the grave of your new construction for you to make offerings to the incense and burned paper fire, helplessly, by my mention of the call, the dozen or so of my children and grandchildren each wrote down
Poetic spring
idyllic
Spring, from the day I first met her, there is a sense of affection.
The earth is awakening and everything is recovering. Even the wives who sat in the farmhouse compound and refused to show their faces trudged in. I guess this is the season of many dreams. It's a dreamy season, isn't it? The heart did not accumulate a few words about spring, how monotonous and boring our lives will be ah!
It was another uneventful morning. After eating breakfast, I packed up to go to work: nothing more than a favorite book or two, a pack of cigarettes, accompanied by loading a piece of steamed bun. Straight downstairs, walking on the sidewalk, full of weeping willow branches swaying gently in the breeze, the branches of the hidden green, is revealing the message of spring. Gazing carefully, found that each branch, are adorned with bulging buds, they are pregnant with colorful, fragrant spring. Breeze up, the branches are very rhythmic swing, as if there is someone shouting the command, so that they move according to the order, the direction of the wind, is the direction of the branch tip leaping. The rows of weeping willows higher than the fence, although the branches are flexible and slim, but already bulging. A few workers dressed as farmers are cutting away the dry branches so that the tender colors can be aligned with the breath of spring.
The branches that have already been cut are still from last year, but the sight of it reminds me of the long sleeves of summer, full of green and blue branches hanging down to the pavement, with birds scurrying and chattering, and bees and butterflies coming and going. If you are on the riverfront, the scene is different. Although the river flowed a very small water, but can be seen slightly have some ripples, the body of the willow is also in which the ripples, as well as the reflection of the clouds, trembling in the water ......
I fell on the body of a few pieces of leaves intentionally shaking off, deceiving myself that: they never fell on my shoulders! ...... The sunlight squinted and bounced off my body, and the texture on my clothes seemed to increase even more, and with it, my mood became more pleasant and cheerful.
In fact, this is just a commonplace phenomenon that I see every day, and today I just happened to write it down.
This is how I repeat the ordinary days, and this is how I write down every moment of my daily life. Today, because of a chance discovery in the spring morning, my life has a poetic meaning, and because of the spring water and spring breeze, my days are more abundant and full.
Tribute! Collection Donor
He Zhongshan
I
The hot land of Hezhou is full of heroes, and virtue and good deeds have become a trend.
In the ancient times, Wang Hong brought relief to thousands of people, and today, Xiuzhuo offers his collection.
Two
More than 1,000 items in the collection were priced at the city, and they were purchased for a large sum of money.
This is a selfless act of charity, the first of its kind in Longshang.
Three
A lifetime of love for collections, obsessed with life.
The money is not given up on weekdays, but when there are cultural relics, the money is thrown.
Four
The trip to the South met the treasure, the love of the intention is difficult to give up.
The businessman refused to do so, but he was not willing to do so.
Five
The day after day, the harvest is plentiful, the role of the agenda.
The Yellow River set up a pavilion, visited thousands of people.
Six
Touring the North Plateau, the exhibits are a sight to behold.
It was praised that Mr. Kubota had the courage to take up the responsibility, and he was known for his high morale and integrity.
VII
Although the personal museum is successful, it is subject to limitations.
Cultural relics originated in China, and they are dedicated to the country and the people.
Vernal Equinox
The Slender Man
Walking among the willows at the spring equinox, the bamboo plucking the green grass.
The young man is playing the piano, and the old man is happy to meet him.
The wind curtains always urge the new buds to dew, the fragrance of flowers intoxicated people forget to leave home.
The summer river surging gulls and herons dance, the ghost sent cool Phoenix Mountain.
Butterflies in the spring
Azi
It is in the Peony Park
Wearing a gorgeous national costume
Dancing with long sleeves
Showing its own exquisite dance
I think
It is looking forward to love on one side
On the other side.
Come, come, come
Meet in Hezhou where peonies are about to bloom
Who is the loveliest person
Gu Jianhong
The medical staff has forgotten
Day and night
Gu Jianhong
With a needle of epidemiology
Guarding our security
I believe that the whole nation will fight against the epidemic
so that the new coronavirus will have no escape
We will welcome the sunshine as the party flag flutters
and embrace the blossoming flowers of spring
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