Editor Zhu Ziqing's "Spring"
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, I closed my eyes and the trees seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in fields, wearing shrines and hats. Their thatched cottages are sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your job. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Nostalgia (prose poetry)
Christmas flowers are as red as blood.
Driving in a city thousands of miles away
The air is getting cold.
Mom's phone call in the morning, a few words of exhortation, ancient and warm, warming frozen memories.
The city is bustling and empty, full of vain happiness, but I am barren everywhere, looking for a strange sense of familiarity.
When your hand reached out, there were levels of pain and weakness I endured.
You said it was time to go home. Although it is bustling and noisy, it never belongs to us.
The local accent curled up and tears flowed from my eyes.
No one wants to be a lonely ghost.
Floating in a foreign land
Let us miss our home so much, it becomes more and more barren and decadent, just like the sigh and tears of the old man.
We are also high-spirited and arrogant. But there is always an innate wound in my heart, which hurts when I touch it. Sadly, we grew up in the same land under the same blue sky, but that land has both advantages and disadvantages.
There is a pure sunny heart with a faint blue color. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day.
Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more clutches, our hearts will be as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.
The path in front of the door, the bamboo forest behind the house. The early cock crows and the farmers go home at sunset. The playmate next door, the boy at the same table.
And ignorant and shy love.
Some things, after passing, leave traces and become years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it will be ignored occasionally, but it will never be forgotten.
Some emotions, like the simple feelings of teenagers, will show a faint blue color after experiencing a disaster.
Your sadness lurks in the mottled shadow of the old house, and the grass is already sad all around. The young face reflected in the pond is naive and happy. Now our hearts have flown too far.
I was disconnected. Inch by inch of pain
You said that even if life is evergreen, leaves will take root one day.
On the way home.
We are together.
There are many holy monks under the tree, and each flower is a Buddha. Time has no shadow, water is silent and a leaf is wasted.
Season love song
The sunset glow in early spring is like dark gray velvet. There are two lovers wandering.
The boy said, "In a little while, the rape flowers will be in full bloom. This is a highlight. "
He held her hand hesitantly. The girl is as silent as rape in the field.
It was summer. When the forest turns dark green, the river rises and joy surges.
The child asked the adult, "What color is the water in this river?"
"Water has no color-"said the adult casually.
A small fish sucked into the dark green water, and the sunset found hundreds of semi-circular mirrors.
Adults blushed with confidence.
The autumn wind is getting smaller. Fallen leaves covered the ground.
Poets like the cold in autumn. He walks in the forest with his hands behind his back, creating loneliness and playing with loneliness.
When he approached the water, the water duck timidly strolled ashore.
The poet complains that ducks spoil the scenery, and ducks laugh at the poet's solemnity.
When leaden twilight comes, winter is quiet. The children hid in their mother's arms and sought shelter in the warmth. Couples sit in a warm coffee shop, waiting for the weather to clear up. The old man continued to walk safely in the street in winter. Next to me, the birch tree sang a song.
We are lonely, holding hands, melancholy, smiling, waiting and searching. All this is in the warmth of bidding farewell to the old year year after year, starting with naive questions and stopping to look back. With all the young people's memories of youth, let us experience all the youthful feelings, ignorance and maturity, vicissitudes and innocence.
Youth has no inn.
The wind and the moon flow like water.
Time at the same pace, slowly through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through a few months of rain or shine. Looking back suddenly, the distant days are shaking like kaleidoscopes, inadvertently shaking out patterns that can't be imitated, and gathering together to be out of print. Then I know that youth is a one-way street, there is no going back, and there is no post station.
The morning bell and the evening drum urge me to raise the sail of the voyage, but my heart is like a leaf, wandering on the old branch. It was hard for me to give up in yesterday's wind. I also know that I shouldn't delay my trip, but I can't get rid of my feelings. I can't dust everything I once owned in the castle of memory, and the day of rebirth is locked. I walked through the sunset, and the moon rose every day, as if standing in a clear river. That clear river is my life, I only have one time, but I stand in the water too often, let the upstream water flow through me, become the downstream water, let the future flow through me and become the past. However, I was too addicted to yesterday.
I often fantasize that when spring and autumn are history, I will sit in the memory of yesterday covered with snowflakes and chew the stories hidden in every gully on my face. What kind of mentality is this! I should have known a lot, but I didn't believe much, but I was still confused by the jokes of "wolf coming" again and again; I love spring more after winter, which should be a fairy tale, but I still miss the "Snow Boy". The journey seems to be a circle, and after a long journey, it returns to the starting point. So many times we are doing the same thing, that is, looking for a goal.
I thought hard in the dark and finally deciphered that the simplest grass, ordinary plums, has a mystery, which is an intuitive teaching aid for life: flowers can only be red once and grass can only be green for one year. The dead are like this, and the past is like smoke.
It has drifted with the monsoon, so there is no need to pursue and recall it. There are countless passengers on the train of youth, and no one can predict what will happen along the way, and no one can return to the starting point of boarding. Since I have no choice, let me crush the frustrations and contentment on the track of time, and then open the doors and windows to soak in the fresh air and sunshine to welcome a brand-new trip. Because I already know that youth is a one-way street, there is no going back and no post office.
Summer's Blood
Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...
Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different at this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. The lotus pond is surrounded by trees, which is very gloomy. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon (Yu An) is female, and she is eager to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan.
Thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Green Zhu Ziqing
I went to Xianyan for the second time and marveled at the green of plum rain pool.
Plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. Go to the side of the mountain and hear the sound.
Wow voice; Looking up, a piece of shiny white water appeared in front of me with two wet black edges.
Let's go to Meiyu Pavilion first. Meiyu Pavilion faces the waterfall; Sitting on the edge of the pavilion, you can see all this without looking up.
Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion stands in a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; Like a
A goshawk spread its wings and flew in the sky. There are mountains on three sides, like a half ring; People are at the bottom of the well. this
This is a cloudy autumn. Slight clouds flow over our heads; Rock surfaces and grasslands are exposed to moisture.
Green meaning of oil separation. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it were torn to size.
A few shares; It is no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows, it will have a severe impact.
Splash like flying flowers and broken jade. The splashing water is crystal clear and full of awns; Looking from a distance, like a small white plum,
It rained continuously. It is said that this is the reason why Meiyu Pool got its name. But I think it is like Huayang, which is particularly accurate.
Some. The breeze rises, and it drifts a little with the wind, which is more beautiful. -at this time, occasionally there will be some points to bring us warmth.
My arms, and then Shu got into it and never found it.
The sparkling green of Meiyu pool attracts us; We started chasing her clutch light. Pull up grass, climb
Loki, bend down carefully, bend over a stone dome door, and then you reach a bright green pool. Waterfall in front
Between sleeves; But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swings with the green of the pool. The intoxicating green, as if
A huge lotus leaf is covered with strange green. I want to embrace her with open arms; But which one is this?
Delusion. Standing by the water and looking at that side, it actually feels a little far! This paved thick green is burning.
That's cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She fiddled with it gently, like knocking on the place of first love.
A woman's heart; She is smooth and bright, like "bright oil", as soft as egg white, so tender that people can imagine.
Touching the softest skin I have ever touched; She doesn't bother me, just like a wet jasper with only one clear color.
-But you can't see through her! I met Populus cathayensis in Shichahai, Beijing, and it seems so.
It is very weak. I have also seen the high and dense "green wall" next to the Tiger Running Temple in Hangzhou. The endless green grass and green leaves overlap.
That seems too strong. As for the others, the waves in West Lake are too bright, and those in Qinhuai River are too dark. Honey, what should I do?
To compare you? How to compare? Probably this pool is deep, so it can accommodate such a strange green color; seem
The blue sky melts like a piece in it, so fresh and moist. That intoxicating green! If I can fire you,
I think I will give it to the dancer of light; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can slap your eyes, I'll give it to you.
A blind girl who sings well; She will have a pair of bright eyes. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give up on you? I patted you and touched you with my hand.
Look at you like a 12-year-old girl. I touched your entrance again and kissed her. I gave you a name,
I'll call you "green daughter" from now on, okay?
Lotus Page 137 She said that in the blink of an eye, we all became old, but it was only a few years. Unconsciously. It seems that I have lived my whole life before I was 30 years old. He said life is long. It's far from the past. She smiled, didn't she? Feeling from middle age to old age. That was your early wisdom. Inland rivers. What you feel is always earlier and more than the people around you. But is there still so much anger and emptiness in your heart? Yes I see that life is full of limitations, people must live like dust ... sometimes I am tired of life. Life is just a small space divided in a glass box. Living in this forbidden zone. Gross. Gross. He said, you can laugh at my mediocrity and self-sufficiency in the inland river. My life is working, getting married, having children … just like everyone else. We do all kinds of things and have all kinds of lifestyles. Do you think there are any standards for different kinds of trees in the forest? If they are just a tree in essence, they will come back from the dead after four seasons. But it will still be different. For example, this determines how they will experience the four seasons and how to come back to life. I only know that it is difficult for an individual to change his situation. Power can change everything. No. A wonderful life. Human ambition is an illusion. I'm not interested in the right to dominate the world. I am a tightrope walker, and my journey is different from others. They can walk flat, but I like dangerous heights. Standing on that wire rope, looking into the distance, holding the balance bar in hand, advancing and retreating freely, maintaining balance, groping forward on the suspended wire rope. If you fall, you die; If you leave, it's nothing. Destined to wander all his life, always wandering on the edge of the world. But this is my support.
Looking back.
Tear off the red calendar printed with New Year's Eve, and the past days have added another year to everyone. Take stock of the following 365 days and nights with scattered gold and silver, yesterday's wind, yesterday's rain, yesterday's smile and yesterday's tears. Are these days flowing like poems, or are they leaving early and returning late with heavy burdens? Is the smiling face red, or the tears in the corner of my eyes are dry. From dawn to day, from day to sunset, and the arrival of the new year, how many ups and downs have condensed. Listening to the ringing bell, whether it's a cup of tea or a glass of wine, only you can appreciate it carefully. No matter whether there are flowers and trees in the "East Wind Night", is there still the tenderness of love and the intoxication of dreams? Also ignore this wet heart, hanging in the sunshine of the years, can't remember whether to take it back. No matter what the new year means to us, we are physically and mentally exhausted in confusion, taking the first spring shower and combing the chaotic thoughts with the first spring breeze. The catkins that are swaying and dancing belong to the reeds in the heart, and they also shine brightly, belonging to the dazzling starlight in the galaxy of life. In the age of no doubt, maturity is accompanied by hardships, and joy is permeated with sadness. Being a son and a father bears a responsibility, a constant cutting and a chaotic face. Suffering is also a year, happiness is also a year, worry is also a time, happiness is also a time, health, happiness, peace, wishful thinking, whether it doesn't matter. Look down on honor, look down on fame and fortune, are generally proud of the spring breeze. The spring breeze that belongs to your inner world, don't let it drift around. Since the red lantern shows a feeling of prosperity and the fireworks all over the sky have opened up new glories, we should find a satisfactory reward for it in the "red apricot branches in spring". In 2008, in folklore, it was a monster. It fought with someone and drove it away. The world is peaceful, it will be divided into two years, and I will be two years old overnight. It is a beautiful word, a calendar with hope to calm the inner lamentation, yearning and praise for spring. Cheerful music, relaxed sleep, misty work and drunkenness. Last year, this year, next year, we don't talk about sadness, don't let the birds in our hearts fly away. Embark on a new course without hesitation. Whether you like it or not, the wind of years has brought you a high-spirited season and a bright spring. Whether it is spring flowers or autumn wind, I firmly adhere to my pursuit of ideals, just like wintersweet in full bloom in the cold wind. "Looking back in my dream, I have dreamed for many years, and I have no regrets when I am drunk." Today is a new beginning. Looking back, we are full of thoughts and emotions. Based on today, we are confident and confident; Looking forward to the future, we sang and laughed all the way. Yesterday, always belongs to the past, regardless of past success or failure, always belongs to death; Yesterday, like a meteor across the sky, it was too late to say hello; Yesterday, it was like a dandelion flying all over the sky, showing its ostentatious state. Looking back yesterday, we have a clear conscience, although too much bitterness melted into yesterday's plowshares, although too much sadness filled our hearts, although too much helplessness was written on our faces, although too much energy was spent on yesterday's process. If there is failure, there will be success, salty tears and, of course, sweet smiles. With loss, there will be yesterday's lingering, and with sadness, there will be yesterday's romantic glow. In retrospect, we are open-minded. Looking back, we were immersed in the flowers and applause when we succeeded yesterday. Looking back, we didn't stay in the beautiful dream we built yesterday; Looking back on the past, we are not dejected, indulging in yesterday's gains and losses, right and wrong; Looking back, you can know your true self, see the future direction, choose a good voyage and work hard for a brand-new day. Based on today, we polish our eyes, walk through the years that passed yesterday, ignite new hopes, fly new dreams and shuttle through the tunnel of years. Today, another starting point, another sunrise, please open the window of your heart and embrace the sunshine! Embrace today!