The old man Meng in the Song Dynasty recorded the past of the Chinese dream in Kaifeng, Tokyo in 600 AD ... For example, when he wrote about Kaifeng Swing, he just raised his eyes and the swing smiled skillfully. However, the pedant has a deep foundation, and a clever smile tells the story of the Millennium. In colorful spring, the green leaves carefully kill the cat, and the swing on the swing rack is as attractive as the girl in Youlong.
As early as ancient times, the swing was just a crutch, which was held high by ancestors to get food. It was introduced into the Central Plains in the Spring and Autumn Period, and its appearance is basically the same as that of the current swing. In the Song Dynasty, when the society was stable and the economy was prosperous, it became a tool for women to enter the spring and communicate with nature.
It's another day in March, when spring returns to the earth and the plants are lush. If you have to go to the park, how do you know how long spring is? Besides, the swing in the garden has been waiting for too long. Housewives in Tokyo have been impatient for a long time. They are no longer reserved and afraid, put on the most fashionable spring clothes this season and flock to the swing. Start swinging, start flying. Spring is gorgeous, red flowers, green trees, blue sky and white clouds are so novel and beautiful. Their laughter is particularly crisp in the spring breeze, as beautiful as nature.
Laughter told a pedestrian outside the wall to stop until the sisters inside the wall left the back garden. He is still thinking, disappointed and lost.
Flowers wither, red apricots and green apricots are swallows flying, and green water surrounds people. Blow willow with few branches, there are no fish in the sea! Swing inside the wall and swing outside the wall. The layman in the wall laughs at the beauty in the wall. Laughter gradually turned into silence and sadness, and family was ruthlessly annoyed.
The writer's responsibility is to dig deep into the reality of life, express his feelings, extract the essence, meet people's growing spiritual and cultural needs, and at the same time enhance and realize his own life value. There is me in the poem, and there is poetry in me. The author of this word is none other than Su Dongpo.
In his spare time, he likes to walk around. As soon as he left, he walked outside the wall in spring. What he saw and heard vividly and classically reproduced the scene of women waving in spring in Song Dynasty. Life is like a swing, with soaring happiness and unconscious anxiety. And heaven remains our neighbourhood, no matter what kind of setbacks he encounters, is Su Dongpo's helplessness, lamenting his sentimentality but being mercilessly annoyed.