There is a poem in the Book of Songs: "In the past, I was not there, and the willow was the one. Now that I think about it, it's raining. " A beautiful and gentle picture. I like the beauty of rain, snow and willow, and I like the softness and gentleness of blowing cold willow.
In March, the wind blew gently, awakening pieces of goose yellow and light green; Willow branches are yellow, light green and silky, flowing in the wind, very proud. Willow branches are flowing, so is my heart. I am very proud and enjoy the leisure in mid-March.
Unconsciously, autumn and winter have gone, and the value is bright. I like humidity and the comfort of the breeze. In the morning, Yuyu was clean and crystal clear, so I came to this lake and found a quiet place. I sat silently under the willow tree, staring at the water, admiring the willow, bathing in the cold breeze, letting my thoughts wander, flying with my dreams, and enjoying the bright wind and warm light with the willow tree.
I seem to hear the willows whispering and singing. They are so close! This silk leans against that silk, and that silk squeezes this silk; The left one snuggles in the right arm, and the right one is next to the left back. They snuggle up to each other, snuggle up to each other, snuggle up to each other, hold hands, hold hands, hook their feet, you dance with it, and it makes you float.
Think of childhood, children are still together, three, four, five hugs; Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, hook back, arm in arm, waist in waist; Jump, laugh, sing and run together; You fall, he pulls you, she falls, you pull her.
Sometimes children are tied together, one stumbles and everyone hides underground; After getting up, I laughed and tied it up again; Jump, laugh, sing and run together.
Willow branches float, shake, jump, jump, like children, three, four and five pieces embrace each other; Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, hook back, arm in arm, waist in waist; Jump, laugh, sing and run together; Intimate, noisy, Doby smiled, intermittent, dancing and fluttering. They are really like children from Amoy. When they are ready, they will hug each other tightly. When you leave, you can leave: "I won't play with you, I won't play with you", and then you will float, shake and jump hand in hand!
So is a large group of red carp in the lake. You squeeze me, I press it, you hold my arm, I climb on its back, you stand on my tail, I touch its waist, swim and jump happily together, remember the flowers, and fall upside down.
Sometimes they dive, sometimes they dance, sometimes they jump and sometimes they fly kites. The fish are very happy. They make the willow laugh, jump and laugh.
The willow branches by the lake bend hard to the other side of the lake, bending and bending. It likes sweet and bright, gently caressing the lake with branches, rippling on the water, and teasing the fish in the pond to bite it on the swing. The fish were in high spirits, shuttling among the wickers and biting the wicker swing.
The fish are free, swimming, swimming and swimming, causing ripples. Ripples are getting bigger and bigger one by one, and they spread outwards in circles. When the old circle disappeared, the fish stirred up new ripples, and the circles of the new ripples began to change from small to large, from nothing to existence, and then spread outward from existence to existence.
Wicker is as beautiful as ripples aroused by fish, like beautiful flowers, like Zhang Tiantian's smiling face. The fish swam forward, followed by a large group of ripples. Ripples also invite companions, like children, like wicker, like fish, in droves, and a group of ripples follows a group of ripples.
Wicker envy fish can stir the porch, those lines are beautiful and spectacular; It stretched out its arms and tried to stir up ripples. Unfortunately, the wind won't let it stretch. Wicker is like a dragonfly, just beside the surface. The wind pulls it back, leaving only a few fine lines on the surface, which is not spectacular at all.
The fish was very happy and shouted, "Come down and see how happy we are!" " "Willow branches know that they can't go on. It waved its hand, twisted its waist and smiled: "You play, I am very happy to see you play!" " "
Liu Er murmured: "Fish has the happiness of fish, and we have our happiness. Fish swim in the water and we fly in the air. The fish pushed the fine bursts, we swayed with the wind, the fish hit the middle, and we danced in the air! "
Liuzhi understands that everything has its own position and its own bitterness and joy; "The south branch is warm, the north branch is frosty, the south branch falls, and the north branch opens"; Birds are singing in the air, fish are floating in the water, the sky is full of clouds, the lake is rippling and flowers are blooming in the wind. He himself, twisting my slender waist in the air, smiled and said in a low voice, "Liu Shu Yi Yi, Liu Shu Yi Yi".
It's the same, eating and drinking. Dress up; Some people like more and more money, and some people like to work more and more worn out; Some people like to eat and drink; Some people like mountains and clouds; Some people like Xiao Jiaxin and sing with her husband.
Willow branches are slender, soft and charming, graceful in the breeze, as soft and touching as a woman; Wicker twisted slender waist, so that unforgettable, sweet heart, wandering back and forth.
The poem says: "In front of the building, indigo leads the way, and a small willow is one inch soft." "Xicheng willow is soft, moving away from sorrow, tears cannot be gathered. I still remember a lot, once I returned to the ship for the department. " Children especially like Liu, and Liu's son is even more involved in lingering, as if it is affectionate.
Willow is not aloof or waiting at home. Let it be. "Intentionally plant flowers, unintentionally plant willow Liu Yin". Beside the house, beside the lake, along the river and on the bank of the ridge, you can stay, break a branch in the soil at will, stand upright, sideways or upside down. There are only so many smooth willows, but they are so indifferent to gains and losses.
We wrote many beautiful poems for Liu: "The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy", "The grass grows long and the warbler flies in February, and the willow is drunk with smoke" ...
I often enjoy the wind with them, and I should also express something and write a few words for them who give me happiness every day:
"The willow green hangs low, and the fish fight for the play; Stretch your waist, ripple, and the wind is flying. Blowing your face is not cold, in the air; Sit comfortably by the willow and get drunk with it. "