Mengyin, Shandong Province is my hometown, and apricot flowers are also very common here. Drive east along the 205 national highway in the south of the city, and there is a mountain about forty miles away. There is a village in the mountains called Dawa Village, and apricot trees are planted in the yard of every household. Some are planted in the corner of the yard, and some are planted in the corridor. Every year in the warm spring season in bloom, the willow buds outside the village exude a faint yellow color, and the apricot flowers in the village also stick out from the courtyard. bloom is just in time, and the fragrance overflows the whole village.
Mengyin is Liu Hong's hometown. Zhuo Zi Liu Hong was an outstanding astronomer and mathematician in ancient China. He has been diligent and studious since he was a child, and has been an official for more than ten years. He is honest and clean. According to the Records of the Later Han Dynasty, Hong Shan was regarded as a "saint" because he had no spouse in this world. I don't know if he planted apricot flowers in those years, but Liu Hong's hometown is really full of apricot trees. The full petals are evenly buckled together, like five nails on a beauty's finger, and the stamens are reddish. Every flower is like a pinch of cinnabar in my heart. The more newly opened flowers, the more cinnabar shows a bleeding deep red, shocking and sad. The beauty of Leng Yan is almost unique.
For those who come to watch, such beauty is not acceptance, but rejection. However, the more so, the more people are inspired to love apricot flowers, love obsession, love sadness, and love to linger in front of it. Looking at those apricot flowers, there is always a trace of sadness in my heart. This feeling, shallow and faint, is like parting. Just like the poem by Jiang Kui, a poet in the Song Dynasty: The mandarin ducks are low in the wind. Miss Taoye called at that time and asked to cross the river. I will worry about my eyes and the spring breeze again. Rely on orchids and stay less. Jinling road, singing and dancing. Counting the tide, knowing people is the most bitter. Man Ting grass does not return, the sun is shining and the ship is moving. Where is it going? Flowers in the distance are like people who have left wounds. They are illusory, real and false.
Empresses in the Palace has a plot related to apricot blossoms, which makes people drunk to the bone-Zhen Xuan, who pretended to be ill and didn't see the emperor, stayed in the palace for a long time, feeling that he was young and not free, and he was infinitely sad for no reason. In order to release the depression in his heart, he took Liu Zhu, a close-fitting maid, to the Imperial Garden, where he slouched on the swing and gently played the bamboo flute under the shadow of apricot flowers in the spring. With a sigh, the swing frame was covered with colorful petals, as if it were a kind of bitterness for the beautiful scenery. ...
At this time, the camera slowly opened, the flute was tactfully low, and the melody was ethereal, which happened to be the sad melody and sad tone of "Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow". It's really "why should a strong flute complain about a willow?" Yongzheng happened to be walking in the garden. When he heard the flute, he naturally found it. Don't talk about the sentimental emperor. In this case, anyone will be moved and ripple. As a result, an emotional entanglement that is constantly pulling and confusing begins. From a sunny Haruka, it is finally interpreted as a cold autumn picture, a court tragedy of life and death, and an infighting between concubines.
Since Empresses in the Palace was photographed, there has been a broadcast every day. I don't know if people watch too many TV dramas and feel the sadness of the plot, or the beautiful image of apricot flowers. In recent years, many people pursue the trail of apricot flowers. Every spring, when the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, tourists come by car to stabilize the soil in the big depression and take away the floating dust in the big depression. They get together to find the right one, enjoy flowers and sing poems, sleep in the mountains like rabbits, jump under apricot trees, wait to catch full and trembling apricot buds, and smile at moving moments.
On that day, we also went to the mountains to see flowers, left the village and walked along the winding and slender mountain road. From time to time, one or two old apricot trees flashed by the roadside, some with fluffy crowns like umbrellas, and some with long branches inclined to the road, like waving to us and greeting us warmly when we entered the mountain. Counting the past, there are several apricot trees at every intersection, with lush foliage and dark bark. After many years of vicissitudes of life, bloom is still blooming on those dark branches year after year, yet it is fragrant and brilliant.
The apricot trees in Dawa are thicker than one person, and some of them are surrounded by arms before they reach the end. According to the local people, these trees have a history of hundreds of years. Before this road up the mountain, this apricot forest was unknown to outsiders except the locals. In recent years, the number of people enjoying flowers has suddenly increased greatly. When shallow grass is in bud, willow buds are green and apricot flowers are in full bloom, tourists from all over the world come in an endless stream. They came from the front of the mountain and crossed the vertical line, suffering from no correct way to go. In order to enjoy the beautiful apricot flowers, the village has specially opened up a mountain road to attract tourists and shorten the journey into the mountains to enjoy the flowers.
We looked up at the mountain, and sure enough, there was a big apricot garden, which was located halfway up the mountain a few miles away. I can't see branches, only white clouds. Ten thousand acres of apricot flowers are everywhere, competing in full bloom, showing the vitality of spring in the mountain wind. Some grow on hills and dams, while others grow in valleys and depressions. Mountains and canyons are strewn at random, and apricot trees compete for beauty. To appreciate them, you must sometimes look up and sometimes bow down. Whether in the hills or gullies, these detached apricot flowers make people feel elegant.
We climbed the mountain hard, approached the apricot garden step by step, surrounded the apricot trees, and looked up to capture the fragrance and charm of bloom. Every five or six apricot flowers on that branch form a cluster, each with five petals, which quivers slightly in the wind, like nodding to us frequently. Flowers attract butterflies in early spring, flying and falling. This butterfly in early spring seems to be unable to find its way back and lost in this rambling apricot garden. This apricot blossom, this valley, has become its home, and its destination is covered with flowers.
When I was a child, several apricot trees were planted in my yard. The bitter fragrance of bloom still lingers in my mind. At that time, I often picked flowers with my friends and put them on my head, which provoked adults to scold me. There seems to be a local saying. Later, I thought that northerners were afraid to wear hair conditioner. Maybe it was apricot blossom, white peach and red flower. People would rather put a peach blossom on their heads than an apricot blossom on their chests. This little prejudice has somewhat lost our interest.
However, peach blossoms are enchanting and apricot flowers are elegant. I always feel that a woman with a few apricot flowers on her head is so beautiful! That plain flower will definitely dye a blush on the beauty's cheek, thus becoming elegant. In my young dreams, there have been many such scenes, except for the women in my dreams, who are neither in the north nor in the south. I can't find her hometown. The woman in that dream, the red apricot blossom, like a pale red begonia, overflowed the purity of life, turned it into youth and colorful years, and flowed into countless envious eyes.
When I was making tea, I remembered "the small building listened to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sold the apricot flowers of the Ming Dynasty". Lu You, who lives in the south of the Yangtze River, probably heard the sound of selling apricot flowers after the rain, fantasizing about the beauty of apricot flowers, so he looked at the romance blooming in front of Chuqing window in the drizzle and told people that spring was already deep, so that the warmth in the poem diluted the cold in people's hearts and the noise in the world. At that moment, apricot blossoms not only opened in the poet's pen, but also in the beauty's sideburns, covering the north and south of the river and the streets and lanes in spring.
Author: No.1 Middle School of Mengyin County, Linyi City, Shandong Province.