Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun's
is blushing.
The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a lot of
pieces. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is light and quiet,
and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink
is like sunset, and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, Murakami seemed to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
There are hundreds of bees buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named
, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and blinking.
"It's not cold to blow your face", which is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds are happy when they nest in
flowers and young leaves. calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings a melody, which is in harmony with the breeze
flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing loudly all day at this time.
rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, it's like ox 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. The grass is too green to make your eyes.
in the evening, the lights are turned on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also working farmers in the field, wearing shriveled clothes and hats. Their houses,
sparse, were silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, in the city and countryside, came out one by one like a
trip. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring", which is just the beginning, with plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newly born doll. It is new from head to toe, and it grows.
spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.
Green
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was amazed at the green in plum rain pool.
plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xian Waterfall, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. Walking to the mountain side, I heard the sound of flowers
flowers; Looking up, a white and shiny water set in two wet black edges appeared in front of me.
let's go to meiyu pavilion first. Meiyuting is facing the waterfall; Sitting at the edge of the pavilion, you can see it all without looking up.
deep under the pavilion is plum rain pool. The pavilion stands on a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; It's like a
goshawk floating in the sky with its wings spread. There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring; People are at the bottom of the well. This
is a cloudy weather in autumn. Slight clouds are flowing above us; Both the rock surface and the grass show a few < P > oily greens from wetting. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several strands of size. It is no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows past, it makes a sharp impact, and
it splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splashing water is crystal clear and full of mans; Looking from a distance, like little Bai Mei,
it rained down one after another. It is said that this is why plum rain pool got his name. But I think, like Yang Hua, it is more accurate < P >. When the breeze rises, a little bit drifts with the wind, which is even more beautiful. -at this moment, a few points were accidentally sent into our warm
arms, so we suddenly got into it and couldn't find it again.
plum rain pool's sparkling green attracts us; We began to chase after her clutch light. Grabbing the grass, climbing
the rocks, leaning down carefully, bowing over a stone dome door, we arrived at the edge of the pool. Waterfalls are between the lapels and sleeves. But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the pool. That intoxicating green is like
a huge lotus leaf covered with strange green. I want to hold her with open arms; But what a
delusion this is. Standing at the water's edge, looking at that side, I actually feel a little far away! This is paved with thick green, and it looks < P > really cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She fiddled with it gently, like a beating first love
a woman's heart; She is smooth and bright, like "bright oil", as soft and tender as egg white, which makes people want to touch the tenderest skin they have ever touched. She doesn't bother me, just like a piece of warm jasper, with only one color < P >-but you can't see through her! I have seen the green poplars in Shichahai, Beijing, and they can't get rid of the yellow background, which seems too < P > weak. I've seen the high and dense "green wall" next to the Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, where endless green grass and leaves overlap. < P > That seems too thick. As for the rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and those in Qinhuai River are too dark. Lovely, what
shall I compare with you? How can I compare it? About the pool is deep, so it can contain such a strange green; As if
the blue sky had melted into it, it was so fresh. -that intoxicating green! If I can cut your ribbon, I will give it to the light dancer; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can treat you like an eye, I will give it to
the blind girl who sings well; She will have a bright eye. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give you up? I patted you with my hand, caressed you, like a girl of twelve or thirteen. I touched your entrance again, and I kissed her. I'll give you a name.
I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, ok?
The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but be amazed at the green in plum rain pool.
Little orange lamp
It was more than ten years ago.
One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lives above the township office in that village. Walking up a gloomy staircase, I entered a room with a square table and several bamboo stools, and a telephone on the wall. Then I entered my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain. She was not at home, and there was a note on the table by the window, saying that she had to go out temporarily and told me to wait for her.
I sat down at her desk, picked up a newspaper and read it. Suddenly I heard the outer door creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving the bamboo stool again. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin pale face, purple lips with cold, short hair, dressed in shabby clothes and a pair of sandals barefoot, who was boarding a bamboo stool to pick up the listener on the wall. When she saw me, she seemed to be taken aback and shrank back. I asked her, "Are you going to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I want to go to XX hospital and find Dr. Hu. My mother just vomited a lot of blood!" " I asked, "Do you know the telephone number of XX hospital?" She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone office ..." I quickly found the number of the hospital from the telephone book next to the machine, and then asked her, "Who should I invite the doctor to?" She said, "Just say that Wang Chunlin's family is ill and he will come."
I got through, and she thanked me gratefully and left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out of the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's within walking distance." With that, he went downstairs.
I went back to the back room, read the newspaper from beginning to end, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. After reading it halfway, the sky became more and more gloomy, and my friend still didn't come back. Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu tree, and suddenly wanted to visit the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.
I tapped on the board door. Just now, the little girl came out and opened the door. She looked up at me, paused for a moment, then smiled and beckoned me in. The room was small and dark, and it was covered with a board against the wall. Her mother was lying flat with her eyes closed. She was probably asleep, covered with blood stains on her head, and her face turned inward, only to see the loose hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head. There is a small charcoal stove by the door, and there is a small casserole on it, steaming slightly. The little girl let me sit on the stool in front of the stove, and she squatted next to me and kept looking at me. I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?" She said, "Yes, I gave my mother an injection ... She is fine now." She said as if to comfort me, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning." I asked, "Has she eaten? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "Sweet potato porridge-our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed. She didn't say anything, but reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin on it with a small knife, and gently kneaded more than half of the bottom with both hands.
I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "There is no one now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out a piece of orange from the orange peel and put it beside her mother's pillow.
The dim light of the fire is getting darker and darker outside. I stood up to go, and she took me by the hand. She quickly took the big needle with hemp thread, put the small orange bowl around it relatively, like a small basket, and picked it with a small bamboo stick. She also took a short foreign wax head from the windowsill, lit it in it and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, so this small orange lamp will shine you up the hill!"
I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out of the door. I didn't know what to say. She said as if to comfort me, "My father will definitely come back soon. My mother will be fine then. " She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand, and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all well!" " Obviously, this "everyone" also includes me.
I walked slowly on the dark and wet mountain road with this clever little orange lamp. This hazy orange light can't really shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seem to feel that there is infinite light in front of me!
My friend has come back, saw me carrying a small orange lamp, and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin, the carpenter, how do you know him?" Last year, several students in Yamashita Medical College were taken away as * * * producers' parties, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivered letters for those students ... "
That night, I left the mountain village and never heard from the little girl and her mother again.
But since then, every Spring Festival, I think of that little orange lamp. Twelve years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. Her mother must be well, too, right? Because we are all "good"!
Wild vegetables in my hometown
I have more than one hometown, and all the places where I have lived are my hometown. My hometown has no special affection for me, just because I caught a glimpse of Sri Lanka. I met him day and night and became acquainted with him. Just like my neighbor in the country, although I am not a relative, I sometimes miss him later. I have lived in eastern Zhejiang for more than ten years and in Tokyo, Nanjing for six years. These are my hometown. Now I live in Beijing, so Beijing has become my hometown.
the other day, my wife came back from Xidan market to buy food, and when she talked about shepherd's purse being sold there, I thought of things in eastern Zhejiang. Shepherd's shepherd's purse is a wild vegetable that people in eastern Zhejiang often eat in spring. Needless to say, in the countryside, as long as people in the city have a backyard, they can eat it at any time. Women and children each take a pair of scissors and a "seedling basket" and squat on the ground to search. It is an interesting game job. At that time, the children sang: "I want Malantou, and my sister is married at the back door." Later, some villagers in Malantou brought it to the city for sale, but shepherd's purse is still a kind of wild vegetable, which needs to be picked by themselves. There has always been an elegant legend about shepherd's purse, but it seems to be dominated by Wu. "West Lake Tour" says: "On March 3rd, both men and women wore shepherd's purse flowers. As the saying goes, wearing shepherd's purse flowers in the third spring makes peaches and plums shy and prosperous. " Gu Lu's "Qing Jia Lu" also said: "Shepherd's purse flower is commonly called wild vegetable flower, because there is a saying that ants go to the stove mountain on March 3, and on the third day, people put wild vegetable flowers on the stove to hate insect ants. The children who invaded the village in the morning kept selling. Or a woman's hairpin to pray for clear eyes, vulgar eyes bright flowers. " However, people in eastern Zhejiang don't pay much attention to these things. They just choose to cook or stir-fry rice cakes.
yellow-flowered maiguo, commonly known as Dactylogyrus japonicus, is a plant of Compositae. Its leaves are slightly round and alternate, with white hairs on the surface and yellow flowers, and clusters of terminal branches. In spring, young leaves are picked, mashed to remove juice, and mixed with flour to make cakes, which are called yellow flower wheat fruit cakes. Children have a cloud of praise:
yellow flowers and berries are tough and knotty,
you have to eat them when the door is closed;
you have to eat half a piece of napalm and one piece of it yourself.
When sweeping graves around the Qingming Festival, some families-probably those who preserved the ancient customs-used yellow flowers and wheat fruits as their offerings, but instead of making cakes, they made them into small pieces as big as the tops of fingers or thin strips as little fingers, and five or six pieces were saved as a collection, which was called cocoon fruit. I don't know what it meant, or it was also used as a food because silkworms held sacrifices when they went up the mountain. Therefore, it was called cocoon fruit, and it is unknown. I haven't seen cocoons since I went out to visit my grandparents' graves at the age of 12 or 13, and I have lived in Beijing recently, and I haven't seen the shadow of Huanghuamaiguo anymore. Japan is called "Imperial Shape", which is one of seven grass in spring together with shepherd's purse. It is also used as a snack, shaped like Ai Jiao, and is called "Straw Cake". It is eaten before and after the vernal equinox, and it is also found in Beijing, but it is always Japanese, and it is no longer a childhood yellow flower and wheat cake.
There is also a kind of wild vegetable, commonly known as Caozi, commonly known as Chinese milk vetch, which is often eaten when sweeping graves. After harvesting, farmers sow in the fields and use them as fertilizer. It is a kind of plant that is despised, but it tastes delicious like pea seedlings when it is cooked with tender stems. The flowers are purplish red, and dozens of acres are continuous. They are splendid, such as covered with gorgeous carpets, which are very beautiful, and the flowers are like butterflies and chickens, which are especially popular with children. There are white flowers occasionally, which is said to cure dysentery. It is very precious, but it is not easy to get. Japan's haiku dictionary says: "This grass and dandelion are both familiar things, and they have been familiar with each other since childhood. Among women, there may not be anyone who has never picked Chinese milk vetch. " China didn't have garlands in ancient times, but the flowers of Chinese milk vetch are things that children often play with, and I'm glad for those little people at this level. Grave-sweeping in eastern Zhejiang is advocated, so teenagers often follow the music to see "Jiao Jiao in the grave boat"; Although people who have no money have not advocated it, there are always some bouquets of Chinese milk vetch and rhododendron under the window of the bow, which is the definite evidence of the boat going to the grave.
snow
warms the country.