My thoughts after reading "Jiangnan Willow"
After reading this beautiful article "Jiangnan Willow", I discovered that willow is an elf beside the water in the south of the Yangtze River, with graceful and rough branches and leaves. The skin hides an immortal soul.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, beside the pond, on the bank of the clear river, beside the creek, on the bank of the big lake, there are willow trees and the enchanting poems of the Great Wall. The water nourishes the willows, the willows decorate the water, the water willows are a family, the willow leaves are green, and there is a sea of ??green in the dark green places. The cracked tree trunk is like a rough skin. In the reflection of the clear water, it reflects the difficulty and magnificence of life. The rough cracks in the willow bark quietly record the journeys that have nothing to do with the wind and moon. The thick layers form the sedimentary layer of life.
Willow has tenacious vitality. The willow tree is born with an ever-changing body. It grows as soon as its branches are planted on the ground, and it grows into a forest without intention or unintentional. Farmers use pragmatic aesthetics to fold branches, braid a branch cap, tie a willow basket, or cut branches in the hope of growing more willows for easy use. When a literati breaks a willow, what he breaks is not the branches, but the thoughts. "Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, and it's hard to see each other cuddling together." "Climb the strips to capture the spring scenery, and send it to the front of Longting from afar." In ancient times, farewells were made by the desolate waterside, and on both sides of the boat and the shore, the unbearable sadness and sadness of parting were expressed silently by the willow branches.
The green willow heralds the coming of spring, and the willow branches bloom the first tender green buds. Spring in Jiangnan is like a divine painter, splashing green on the sky and earth. The water is plentiful, the mountains are bright and moist, and they are green from far to near. The green of the willows is like fire, attracting green to dye the mountains and rivers. The green is brilliant, the green is fragrant, and the excitement is like a song. "The Book of Songs" says: "In the past, I left, and the willows Yiyi." One sentence expresses endless emotions, and Yiyi writes the charming attitude of the spring willows in the south of the Yangtze River. Entanglement is the longing derived from spring willows in the south of the Yangtze River. "The peach is red and the catkins are white, and the sun shines and then the wind follows." The catkins fly, flying into the exquisite places of the wilderness and into the homes of ordinary people. "The pear blossoms are pale and white, the willows are dark green, and the catkins fly all over the city." A city is full of spring scenery. The wild catkins, the soft white dots, dance wildly in the spring breeze, leaving people with nowhere to escape. The white velvet catkins are the willow trees. The seeds fly away from the tree, scattering life far and near. Turn around, it’s such a romantic and happy trip!
Willow has tenacious vitality, expresses the miracle of regeneration, and chants the immortal soul. Isn’t this Jiangnan willow?
Jiangnan willow with an immortal soul and endless life. In the wind and clear water, you are chanting the glory of life! Dusk in the countryside
It is getting late, and the sun is slowly sinking towards the sky. The afterglow of the sunset filled the air. Look, the blue sky has been dyed red by it. In the countryside in October, the humid air is filled with the smell of fresh wild grass. The fields are full of tender green wheat seedlings, stretching to the distant horizon.
People who had worked all day walked along the country road to the village, carrying catalpas on their shoulders. The joy of the harvest washed away their tired day. Everyone was talking and laughing, and their figures were stretched very long by the setting sun.
The sun has set, but the sky is very bright, with a few white clouds on it, like sailboats floating on the blue sea. The afterglow of the rays of light has already given the white clouds a golden edge. The birds playing in the trees gradually became quiet, probably finding their respective nests. Occasionally, there are one or two little birds, who are frightened for some reason, and fly away into the distance with their cries. The sun brought home the last ray of rays of light, and the sky and earth turned silver-gray. The milky white smoke and gray dusk blended together, like a veil covering the walls, roof ridges, trees and streets. The countryside becomes looming, floating, and magical. At this time, the river outside the village was still clear and bright, and there were still reflections of trees in the water! Occasionally, a fish jumps out of the water, turns somersaults and then falls down, causing ripples in circles. At that time, the shadow is like a big snake twisting and squirming in the water. After a while, the ripples disappeared, and the clear reflection of the tree was still reflected in the water.
Night falls, and the countryside, fields, trees, and rivers gradually become blurred. Occasionally there was a noise of children, but it disappeared after a while. Gradually, everything was covered by the diffuse night. Oh, what a picture of nature, what a poetic dusk!