"Baicao Paradise"
Inscription: There is a paradise in everyone's heart, just like the Baicao Garden written by Lu Xun.
When I was in junior high school, I read Mr. Lu Xun's "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore" in the textbook. Unfortunately, the characteristics of the scenery and writing techniques emphasized by the teacher at that time had long been blurred. Mr. Wei's sketch of the Baicao Garden remains clearly in my memory, "Needless to say the green vegetable beds, the smooth stone well fences, the tall acacia trees, and the purple mulberries; nor the cicadas chirping in the leaves. The wasp lay on the cauliflower, and the light bird called the Skylark suddenly jumped from the grass into the sky. The surrounding short mud wall alone was infinitely interesting..."
The fun of Baicao Garden was so tempting to me when I was young. I look forward to one day walking into that magical and interesting paradise, for the beautiful scenery, for the different taste, for the reality and fantasy. The legend of the beautiful snake further illustrates the interpretation of freedom in my heart.
This summer, I finally have the opportunity to enter the place I have longed for - Baicao Garden. I have grown older, but the moment I stepped into the Herb Garden, my heart returned to my youth inexplicably.
The paradise described by Mr. is very square, but not as big as I imagined. There are tall walls on both sides, and a low mud wall in the middle, which separates this paradise from the outside world. Standing in the middle of the Herb Garden, everything seems familiar, very much like the backyard of my neighbor's house when I was a child.
There are green pumpkin seedlings in the vegetable bed, and the golden morning glory blooms brilliantly in the sun. I wonder if my husband has ever secretly picked the golden morning glory and fed it to the caged animals like me. Grasshoppers, the wasps lying on the cauliflower were what I was most afraid of when I was a child.
The smooth stone well railing is no longer smooth. When fingers touch the rough stone well railing, the memory is still bright and beautiful. It turns out that time will corrode everything, but it cannot corrode the traces of memory.
The tall acacia tree is old and supported by four wooden sticks. It is still tall and lush. When I was a child, I used to stand under such a tall elm tree and watch eagerly as boys climbed the tree to pick elm coins. The mulberries have passed their ripening season, but I am salivating because of the sour and sweet purple color I imagined. As for the chanting cicadas and the light cries of emperor, I must have been frightened by so many tourists and hid.
As you walk under the low wall, you can still hear the low singing of oil flies and crickets, and you can seem to see the figure of the young man who is focusing on pulling out Polygonum multiflorum. How similar. I remember back then, I used twigs and sticks to dig out ant holes under the mud wall with my neighbor's friends, and saw the ants fleeing in panic. At that time, I didn't think it was a prank.
I went to the backyard of Grandma Wang’s house to pick Heitiantian (scientific name: Solanum nigrum). I stepped on the vegetable seedlings in the garden and tried to deny it, but the purple color on my teeth and tongue had already betrayed me.
The novel and vivid scenery and mysterious stories revived my numb nerves in excitement. Those past events and the story of Baicao Garden came across unexpectedly, which made me feel more love and closeness to this garden.
The wild grass in the garden has disappeared. I don’t know if it has something to do with the red snake. I think under such a blue sky and white sun, the beautiful snake would never dare to show its head on the wall. In such a peaceful and free kingdom, the story of the scholar and the beautiful snake is undoubtedly a ripple on the calm water, and a flash of lightning on the tranquil sky, adding a sense of mystery to the Herb Garden, and also allowed us to complete the perfect story in a tense and exciting way. Imagine.
The story of the eldest mother’s beautiful snake taught the young Lu Xun this lesson: “So if a strange voice calls your name, you must not agree to it.” I remember that every time I read this when I was young, my heart The imagination is beyond ordinary and bizarre. I imagined that one summer night, I was enjoying the shade in the yard, and a strange voice called me from far and near, and when I turned around, a beautiful woman walked towards me softly... This kind of imagination is a bit scary, but it is also beautiful and magical. A scholar like my husband has never met a beautiful snake. My imagination is so absurd and ridiculous.
Wandering along the path of Baicao Garden, my footprints must have overlapped with those of my husband. Unfortunately, I passed by him and had no chance to meet here. This difference means that we are so close. A century of time.
I think no matter how much Mr. misses the happy time in Baicao Garden, he will eventually say goodbye to his crickets, his raspberries and magnolias, because he has to go to the boring "Sanwei Bookstore" "read. And no matter how much I yearn for the tranquility and freedom of Baicao Garden, I can't escape the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals.
Quietly walking out of this paradise, I said goodbye to the green vegetable beds, smooth stone well railings, tall acacia trees, and purple mulberries... one by one.
It’s spring when the flowers bloom
The sky is very blue. I couldn't help but raise my head and look around. The clouds were like a dispensable outline. At this time, under the sky, there were bare tree trunks standing still, and me.
The beginning of spring and the vernal equinox are phenologically defined springs. The swallows are coming, the flowers have not yet bloomed, and the river is still cold. Although, the land has begun to become soft, and I even vaguely found a few small downy grasses rustling in the wind one early morning. But I still feel that this is not spring in the true sense.
Spring is already halfway through, and the snow is a bit blue, lyrical, narcissistic, and dancing the last waltz. The snowflakes that hit your face melted instantly, becoming cool, soft, and moist, like the wet marks left by a drop of cold dew kissing the chrysanthemum petals.
The winter snow has not yet melted, and the spring snow is coming one after another. The grass grows tenaciously under the ice and snow. When I peel away the ice and snow with my hands, I am shocked and delighted by the bright green clumps.
It finally rained in spring. It was not heavy and lasted for a whole day. Then I found a low bush of winter jasmine blooming on the side of the road, one branch to be exact. The small yellow flowers twinkled like golden notes on a violin, and bright tunes trembled in the air.
Many years ago, I accidentally heard a violin piece with piano accompaniment. At that time, I didn’t know that the piece was Beethoven’s Fifth Violin Sonata. In the softness of the violin and the tinkling sound of the piano, I heard the joyful singing of the melting stream, the subtle sound of dormant life stretching its tentacles, and the desire to revive hibernating roots. I heard the whisper of a seed breaking through the ground, and smelled the quiet fragrance of a flower...
The graceful notes made my imagination dance briskly, and my mind was full of vivid Nordic scenes. Spring color picture. Blue sky and lakes, forests with direct sunlight, green hillsides, quiet lavender, towering snow-capped mountains, ancient cabins, and a shepherd dog... This warm and harmonious song was named "" spring".
Stop for a moment, will the sound of spring come from those windows facing the street? Give me a bright and brilliant support for my yearning for spring?
The chill of the remaining snow cannot stop the earth from awakening. The flowers that bloom one after another are proof of this.
Xiaotaohong is also known as elm-leaf plum. They bloom after the winter jasmine flowers bloom. The flowers crowded together on the branches cover the new green leaves, and they are layered with red, like piled red clouds. The full petals are like youthful virgins, full of vigorous tension and surging with the vitality of life. Butterflies miss their appointments every year, and bees miss its flowering season, but I never miss seeing it again this season. I take photos under its flowers every year, changing my clothes, hairstyle, and posture.
The flowers never grow old, but the people under the flowers have long since lost their peach blossoms. "The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year." What changes is the person's appearance, but what remains unchanged is the loving mood.
Lilacs are also flowers that bloom at the same time as plum blossoms. Its corolla is composed of many tiny morning flowers, which are clustered and shaped like spikes. Purple, white, red, floral fragrance lingering.
The breeze blows, the flower branches are dancing, and the subtle fragrance floats. Walking among the flowers, it seems that every cell is immersed in the elegant fragrance.
Perhaps, the lilac flowers bloom a little reservedly, the flowers are still young, and the lilac knots on the branches make the sentimental literati think about it, so the lilac flowers are endowed with melancholy and detachment.
Li Jingchun, the tragic emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, hated the emperor for a long time - because "the blue bird does not convey the message from outside the cloud, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain." The flowers have fallen without owners and the lilacs have empty knots. All beautiful imaginations end here.
Reading Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" was at the age when I was writing new poems about sadness. In my ignorance, I felt that the girl with the same color, the same fragrance as the lilac, and the same sorrow and resentment as the lilac must have been lovelorn. , at least I am far apart from the person I love, and my lovesickness has nowhere to rest on.
As time goes by, my understanding of Yuxiang has been unable to find an exit through repeated self-denials. My hesitation is still there, my melancholy is still there, but I can’t go back to the age when I was forced to express my sorrow over composing new words.
After years of hard work, I finally understand: It turns out that when we grow up, we have all walked through the rain alley, and we have all longed to meet someone at a bright street corner who will accompany us through the wind and rain. People who get out of confusion and walk into the future. They may be teachers, relatives, friends, lovers, or strangers. In fact, hope and expectation are always with us.
There is a connection between spring flowers, right? Otherwise, why would the lilies I have been raising for a year choose to bloom at this time? The white flowers bloom in a low-key and quiet way, I like them. It is rare to see four flowers blooming on one lily at the same time.
At night, the fragrance of flowers is particularly refreshing. The whole room was immersed in the scent of simplicity, my wife was practicing calligraphy in silence, and I was leaning on the sofa reading my favorite book. The fragrance of flowers, ink, and books makes people happy; spring things, flowers, books, everything purifies the mind.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. This is the world I yearn for.