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Grandma Bing Xin’s article Blowing Bubbles 1: Blowing Bubbles
Bing Xin
When I was a child, I played many games, among which my favorite was Blow soap bubbles.
During the rainy season, we couldn’t go to the mountains and the seaside to play, so my mother taught us to blow soap bubbles on the porch. She said that during the rainy season, the weather is humid and soap bubbles are not easy to burst.
We put the leftover soap tip in a small wooden bowl, added some water, and mixed it until it dissolved. Then use a thin bamboo tube, dip it in the thick soapy water, and slowly blow it up to make a light and round bubble. With another gentle lift, the light and round ball fell from the bamboo tube and floated slowly in the air. If you fan them gently below, they can sometimes fly very high.
This soap bubble is very beautiful, with floating lights of five colors spinning around on the clear and transparent spherical surface. If you fan it well, a big ball will break into two or three exquisite small balls and scatter in all directions. Sometimes if you blow too loudly or fan too fast, this fragile ball will become long and round, trembling, and the light and shadow will be messy. At this time, everyone was hanging their hearts, raising their heads, and holding their breath. Soon, the colorful thin ball fell apart silently, turned into soapy water and fell down, and the water droplets sprinkled into our eyes. Everyone quickly lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes, wiping away tears.
The balls were blown out carefully and gently by ourselves. They fly gently, so round, so free, so transparent, so beautiful. With the breeze of the fan, they flew into the sky one by one, gently next to the bright moon, crossed the Tianhe River, and followed the setting sun to the west. Or floating leisurely across the sea or flying over the mountain tops? Watching them off, our hearts are filled with happiness, pride and hope.
Grandma Bing Xin’s article Blowing Bubbles Chapter 2: Praise for Sakura
Sakura is the pride of Japan. People who go to Japan should first think of cherry blossoms before arriving; after arriving, they should talk about cherry blossoms first. If you arrive between summer and autumn, your Japanese friends will regretfully say: "You missed the cherry blossom season!" If you arrive in winter, they will try to persuade you: "Stay a little longer and wait until you see the cherry blossoms." Let’s go!” In short, cherry blossoms have become a symbol of Japan, just like Mount Fuji, the “Auspicious Snow Spirit Peak”. I've seen cherry blossoms dozens of times, to say the least. See it at Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo, Ueno Park, Chidorigafuchi?; see it in Kyoto, see it in Nara?; see it in the rain, see it in the fog, see it under the moon? There are cherry blossoms everywhere in Japan, and some are surrounded by hundreds of flower trees. Together, there are one or two flower trees quietly standing alone by the roadside and water. Spring in Japan means being immersed in the scent of cherry blossoms! My Japanese friend told me that there are more than 300 kinds of cherry blossoms in a year, and the most common are mountain cherry, Yoshino cherry, and Yae cherry. Mountain cherry and Yoshino cherry are not white and red like peach blossoms, nor are they white and green like pear blossoms. They are lotus gray. The Yae Sakura is plump and rosy, almost like the spring begonias in Beijing. In addition, there are light yellow tulip cherry blossoms, weeping cherry blossoms with low-hanging branches, Higanzakura blossoms which are the earliest to bloom during the "Spring Equinox", and chrysanthemum cherry blossoms with more than 300 petals. They overlap and compete for beauty. The Qing Dynasty poet Huang Zunxian's cherry blossom song includes:? The Mojiang River splashes green water, microwaves, and thousands of flowers cover the river
The cherry blossoms praise the alluring city and see the flowers. Everyone sings the cherry blossom song? The flowers illuminate the sea, and the shadows are like a tide. Rangers gather together. Tsuibububu? A ten-day tour and the whole country goes crazy for joy and joy. This song describes the Japanese people's national madness when they watch cherry blossoms in spring. The "ten-day tour" is short. After a continuous cloudy period, the spring sun warms up suddenly, and the cherry blossoms bloom all over the mountains. After a burst of wind and rain, they quickly wither again, and the mountains and fields are once again covered with fallen flowers! Japanese literati Therefore, he wrote many desolate poems about "life is short". It is said that the characteristics of cherry blossoms are also "early blooming and early falling". Maybe because I am Chinese, my association with cherry blossoms is not so gloomy.
Although I saw cherry blossoms for the first time in the Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo in the spring of 1947, the cemetery was full of gloomy grave-sweeping people; occasionally drunken people who drank too much and sang elegies. When I walked through the corridor covered with lily-like gray flowers, I felt a deep feeling.
I went to Japan this spring, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I saw cherry blossoms everywhere, in Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, Hakone, Kamakura? But on April 13th, I was at Kanazawa Roxiang Mountain. The cherry blossoms we saw were the most dazzling and majestic cherry blossoms I have ever seen! On April 12, it was raining heavily, and we visited the inner beach fishing village not far from Kanazawa City. On the way, I accidentally heard that tomorrow is a strike day for workers of taxi companies in Kanazawa City. There are twelve taxi companies in Kanazawa City, with 250 cars and hundreds of drivers and workers employed. They are demanding an increase in wages due to the oppression of their lives. They have already gone on strike five times, but they have not yet achieved their goal. Tomorrow's strike will be the sixth. That afternoon, on the beach in heavy rain and at the homes of farmers on the inner bank, we heard many heart-wrenching stories of workers and peasants who fought hard to oppose the U.S. military's occupation of farmland as a shooting range and finally won. In the evening, I attended another enthusiastic mass welcome meeting. Everyone was so excited that I couldn't sleep well. I got up early the next day and hurriedly packed up and set off. I completely forgot about the car drivers' strike today. At 8:40 in the morning, we came out of the hotel, and eleven cars were neatly lined up at the door. We got into the car separately and slowly walked along the mountain road, winding down.
The weather is sunny, the warm east wind is blowing, and the bright sunshine is dazzling our eyes. Then I suddenly remembered, isn’t today the day when the car drivers go on strike? Isn’t their strike starting at eight in the morning? Will it start at that time? In order to send us to the bus, didn't they delay their strike time? I quickly asked the Japanese friend sitting with the driver in front of me what happened. The Japanese friend turned around and smiled slightly and said: "In order to send the delegation of Chinese writers to the station, they held an emergency meeting last night and decided to change the strike time to start at nine o'clock in the morning!" I was excited to say something. When he said two words of thanks, the driver who was serious and steady, looking ahead, tilted his head slightly and said humbly: "Promoting the friendship between the Japanese and Chinese people is also part of the struggle!" My heart suddenly jumped. Jumping a little, like a lit firework, sparks of gratitude burst out from the depths of my heart. There were no other vehicles on the mountain road in the early morning, only our eleven cars, speeding along the rustle. At this time, I suddenly saw that on both sides of the mountain road, there were hundreds and thousands of cherry blossoms blooming after the rain! These cherry blossoms were piled up in layers, like a sea of ??clouds, crimson and colorful under the morning sun. streamer. When the winding mountain road is covered by the boundless flower clouds, we are like sitting in eleven canoes connected end to end, riding the swaying east wind, with splashing waves of flowers on both sides, and we move quickly Heading towards the rising sun! After going down the mountain and arriving in the city center, I still saw no other vehicles on the street. I only saw many car dealerships on the street. The doors were open and cars of various sizes were lined up inside. A large red flag was placed at the door, and the autoworkers stood neatly beside the door, smiling as they watched our group of vehicles pass by. When we arrived at the station, we got off the bus and held the drivers' hands tightly with enthusiasm, thanking them for helping us and wishing them victory in their struggle. The warm farewell scene had passed, and the train had been driving for a long time. What passed in front of the window were the rolling snow-capped mountains and the rushing spring water, but my eyes were still illuminated by the most beautiful cherry blossoms I had ever seen! I turned around. I came here and asked my Japanese friend who was traveling with me: "It goes without saying that cherry blossoms are beautiful, but from the perspective of Japanese people, what are the beauty of cherry blossoms?" He scratched his head to take a picture of the landscape and said with a smile: "Are there no beautiful flowers in the world? As for the love for a certain kind of flower, it is because of the feelings in everyone's heart. Japanese literati felt the shortness of life from the beautiful and easy-to-fall cherry blossoms, and the samurai thought of the heroism of sacrifice. As for ordinary people, they like cherry blossoms because they are the first to bring excitement and joy to the people after the miserable winter. In Japan, there are so many cherry blossoms! They are everywhere on the mountains, by the water, on the streets, and in the courtyards. yes.
The snow has not yet melted, the winter clothes have not yet been removed, and the spring cold is still chilly in the dark room. As long as a distant east wind blows and the sun shines in the sky, the cherry blossoms will bloom all over the mountains! Whether it is mountain cherry or not , Yoshino Sakura, Yae Sakura? It reports the exciting news of spring to the people on the three islands of Japan next to it. "These words explained two truths to me. One is: cherry blossoms bloom all over the three islands of Japan. They are the Japanese people's own flower. They will always give the Japanese people the excitement and encouragement of spring; the other is that the cherry blossoms bloom all over the three islands of Japan. Psychological activities have created a special love for certain flowers. The cherry blossoms in Kanazawa are not more beautiful than those elsewhere. The cherry blossoms all over the mountains of Kanazawa have turned into a sea of ??clouds that symbolize the friendship between the Chinese and Japanese people, allowing the boat of friendship to move forward like an arrow towards the bright sun! Late night memories fill my heart with warmth, and I gladly pick up the pen to write about cherry blossoms. Like.
Grandma Bing Xin’s article Blowing Bubbles Chapter 3: One Day of Spring
At the end of winter last year, I wrote to a friend from afar and said: I want to Try your best to swallow the spring in Peiping this year?
The spring in Peiping this year came very late, and when I still didn’t know where spring was, I looked up and saw green leaves in the yellow dust, catkins flying everywhere. Only then did I realize that behind the thick yellow curtain of dust, spring had already quietly come far away.
Is everything like this in the world?
Last winter was special. The cold also seems particularly long. Every night, I sit alone under the lamp, listening to the howling wind blowing against the window, and the small building shakes. I feel that there is no trace of warmth in my body and heart. When winter comes, all happiness, liveliness, strength and life are gone. , seemed to be curled up in the depths of every cell, I comforted myself boredly and said, just wait, winter is coming, can spring be far away?
However, this strong wind and heavy snow, The queue in winter was unexpectedly long and seemed to never end. One day I saw the ice on the lake softening, and I suddenly felt happy and said, "Spring is here!" That night, the north wind blew up all over the sky again. The yellow sand angrily beat at my window, blowing away the spring feeling in my heart. One day I saw the willow branches turning yellow, and that afternoon, it kept falling with cold rain that did not turn into snow. It was the dusk and the harsh winter. I put my clothes on again. One day I saw the peach blossoms in the courtyard blooming. It was just after noon. The southeastern horizon was suddenly covered with dark yellow clouds. The branches were moving in the wind. The peach blossoms had just bloomed. Chunying, are they all buried in the deserted yellow dust?
After ninety days, I don’t believe in spring anymore!
Several friends said, “When I wake up, I will wake up” Let's go to the temple to see the apricot blossoms. Although I never got the news of spring in my heart, I followed everyone there. ; Turning to Dagong, there are still a few red apricots in full bloom in the sunny valley, but they are no longer in full bloom and full of rich red flowers with alternate stamens.
I think, ?Let’s just go when spring comes!? On the way back, I feel calm. This calmness is one part regret and one part disgust. In short, I don’t believe in spring.
April 30th. In the afternoon, a friend invited me to go to the Wu Family Garden in Guajiatun to see begonias. Fortunately, the weather was sunny. Now looking back, that day was the only spring in the nineties. Begonia flowers are my deep favorite, so I was happy to see them. Agree.
Dongpo hates that the crabapple has no fragrance, but I think that if the fragrance is not good, I would rather have no fragrance. I planted several lilac and pearl plum trees in my yard, as well as hostas in summer and chrysanthemums in autumn. I regretted planting them. Because the fragrance of these flowers gives me a headache, I can't keep them in the house. So among the fragrant flowers, I only love orchids, osmanthus, sweet peas and roses. Among the non-scented flowers, crabapples are my favorite.
Begonia is light red, red enough to be "joyful but not lewd", and light white, white enough to be "sad but not sad". It is also covered with green leaves of the tree, with moderate slenderness, like a flower. An innocent, fit and joyful girl is also the most proud work of the Creator.
In the setting sun, I sat down facing the trees and flowers.
Spring is just around the corner!
These four crabapples are in front of Huaixin Hall. The two in the north are larger, about five or six feet higher than the eaves of the hall. Behind the flowers is a clear blue sky, with a faint half-circle moon overlooking the treetops.
On these four trees, there are thousands of exquisite and delicate flowers, crowded and blooming on the branches?
Have you ever seen the kindergarten after school? From the small door, they jumped out of the crowd. A dazzling swarm of joy, liveliness, strength, and life spewed out; this swarm jumped and dispersed in a huge surrounding, creating an eternal spring in the season of life!
< p> The spring working hard on the crabapple branches made me feel the same way at that time.All the hatred towards spring that has come since spring has disappeared at this time. I look up with joy. In front of me is the brilliant spring, the arrogant and extravagant spring, the glorious spring. It seems that there are countless springs in ninety days. I wandered and looked around, hundreds and thousands of them, just to let go of my joy and passion on the branch today!
When I saw it just right, I said goodbye to the master and came back. This spring left a lingering aroma in my mouth! Three or four days later, another friend came to make an appointment to go with me, but I declined. This year I look for spring everywhere, but it is always too late. I know that if I go by then, it will already be like a sea of ??sadness. When spring comes, there is no need to provoke that sea of ??sadness.
Although there is only one day of spring in ninety days, it seems that spring has been retaliated and there is no resentment or hatred. Although I was satisfied, I also felt a little regretful, just like children looking for each other after a fight. Everyone couldn't help but rejoice in anger, but they refused to make peace immediately. They only turned their faces away, lowered their heads, and pouted and said, "Morning?" Knowing that you are here to coax me to look for me again, why did you freeze me there in the first place?