The original text is as follows:
Baicao amusement park
Inscription: There is a paradise in everyone's heart, just like the Herb Garden written by Lu Xun.
When I was in junior high school, I once read Mr. Lu Xun's "From Baicaoyuan to San Tan Yin Yue" in the textbook. Unfortunately, the scenery characteristics and writing techniques emphasized by the teacher at that time were blurred. Mr. Wei's sketch of the Herbal Garden was clearly left in his memory. "Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberries; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around this short mud wall area, it has infinite interest ... "
The fun of Herbal Garden is so tempting to me when I was young. I look forward to walking into that magical and interesting paradise one day, for the beautiful scenery, for the unique taste, for the legend of the beautiful snake, which is also true and illusory, and for the interpretation of freedom in my heart.
This summer, I finally had the opportunity to walk into the long-awaited place-Baicaoyuan. I have been growing up, but the moment I stepped into the Herb Garden, my heart somehow returned to my youth.
This paradise written by Mr. Wang is very square, but it is not as big as I thought. 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 a hundred herbs garden, everything seems familiar, much like my neighbor's backyard when I was a child.
There are green pumpkin seedlings in the vegetable field, and golden morning glory blooms brilliantly in the sun. I wonder if my husband secretly picked the golden morning glory like me and fed it to the slug in the cage. The wasp that landed on the cauliflower was my greatest fear when I was a child.
The smooth stone well fence is no longer smooth, but the memory is still bright when your fingers touch the rough stone well fence. It turns out that time will corrode everything, but it can't corrode the traces of memory.
The tall Gleditsia sinensis tree is old, supported by four sticks, and still tall and lush. When I was a child, I watched the boys climb trees under such a tall elm tree to collect money. Mulberry has passed the mature season, but I am salivating because of the sweet, sour and purple imagination. As for the cicada who sings long, and the Emperor of Light, they must have been scared to hide by so many tourists.
Walking under the low wall, it seems that you can still hear the humming of oil flies and crickets, as if you saw the young figure who was absorbed in pulling out Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. How similar! I remember that year, my friends next door and I used twigs and sticks to dig ant holes under the mud wall and watched the ants flee in panic. I didn't think it was a prank at the time.
I go to grandma Wang's backyard to pick black (scientific name is Solanum nigrum) every day, and trample down the vegetable seedlings in the garden in an attempt to deny it, but the purple on my teeth and tongue has already betrayed me.
The novel and vivid scenery and mysterious stories awakened my numb nerves in excitement. Those past events and the story of White Grass Garden met unexpectedly, which made me love and get closer to this garden.
The weeds in the garden have disappeared. I wonder if it has anything to do with the red snake. I think a beautiful snake will never show its head on the wall in such a clear sky and during the day. In such a peaceful and free country, the story of the scholar and the beautiful snake is undoubtedly a spray on the calm water. A flash of lightning in the quiet sky adds a mystery to the Herbal Garden, and also makes us complete the perfect imagination in excitement.
The story of the beautiful snake with a big mother taught the young Lu Xun this lesson: "So if there is a strange voice calling your name, you must never promise him." I remember every time I read this when I was a child, my imagination was extraordinary and bizarre. I imagined a summer night, I was enjoying the cool in the yard, and a strange voice called me far and near. When I turned around, a beautiful woman came to me ... This imagination was a bit scary, but it was also beautiful and magical. A scholar like Mr. Wang has never met a beautiful snake. How ridiculous my imagination is.
Walking on the path of Baicaoyuan, my footprints must overlap with my husband's. Unfortunately, my husband and I passed by, but I missed meeting him here. This difference is nearly a century.
I think, no matter how much Mr. Wang misses the happy time in the herbarium, he will say goodbye to his cricket, his raspberry and his Manglietia, because he is going to study in the boring "three pools and one moon". No matter how much I yearn for the tranquility and freedom of the Herbal Garden, I can't escape the noise of the world of mortals after all.
Walk out of this paradise quietly and bid farewell to the green vegetable fields, smooth stone well fences, tall acacia trees and purple mulberries in your heart.
Flowers bloom in spring.
Oh, my God, it's blue. I can't help looking around, the clouds seem to be an understatement. At this time, under the sky, what is still is the bare trunk, and me.
Beginning of spring and vernal equinox are spring defined by phenology. In the future, the swallows are blooming, and the river is still cold. Although the land has begun to become soft, I even vaguely found a few fluffy grasses rustling in the wind one morning. But I still don't think this is the real spring.
It's halfway through the spring, and a little blues snow is floating, lyrical and narcissistic, dancing the last waltz. The oncoming snowflake melts instantly, cool, soft and moist, like a small wet mark left by a drop of cold dew kissing chrysanthemum petals.
The winter snow hasn't melted yet, and Chun Xue has followed. The grass under the snow and ice is growing tenaciously, and the bright green appearance shocked and delighted me.
Finally, there was a spring rain, and it didn't rain much all day. Then I found a low cluster of winter jasmine, or a branch, on the side of the road. Bright yellow flowers twinkle like golden notes on a violin, and bright tunes tremble in the air.
Many years ago, I overheard a violin piece accompanied by a piano. I didn't know at that time that this piece was Beethoven's fifth violin sonata. Accompanied by the softness of the violin and the tinkling of the piano, I heard the melting stream singing all the way, the subtle sound of dormant life stretching its tentacles, and the desire to wake up the hibernating roots. I heard you. A seed came out of the ground and sang softly. I smell a beautiful flower fragrance. ...
Beautiful notes make my imagination jump briskly, and my mind is a vivid color map of Nordic spring. Blue sky and lake, direct sunlight forest, green hillside, quiet lavender, towering snow-capped mountains, ancient hut, and a sheepdog ... This warm song was named "Spring" by later generations.
Stop, at this time, will there be spring songs from those windows facing the street? Let my yearning for spring have bright and brilliant support?
The chill of residual snow can't stop the awakening of the earth after all. Those blooming flowers are proof of that.
Small pink, also known as elm leaf plum, blooms when winter jasmine blooms. Flowers with dense branches cover the new green leaves, which are layered like red clouds. Full petals are like young virgins, full of vigorous tension and surging vitality. Butterflies stand up every year, bees pass by the flowering period, but I never miss this season's meeting. I take pictures under their flowers every year, change clothes, change my hair style and change my posture.
Flowers are not old, but people are not peach blossoms. "Flowers are similar year by year, and people are different year by year", which changes people's appearance, but what remains unchanged is the state of love.
The flower that blooms with elm leaves and plums is lilac. Its corolla is composed of many tiny morning glories, which gather together like spikes. Purple, white and red, with a long fragrance.
The breeze blows, the flowers sway, and the faint fragrance floats quietly, walking among the flowers, as if every cell is immersed in the elegant fragrance.
Perhaps, the lilacs are somewhat subtle, the flowers are not in full bloom, and the lilacs on the branches make the sentimental literati think, so the lilacs are endowed with sadness and parting.
Li Jingchun, the sorrowful emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, hated it because "the bluebird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain". Flowers fall without owners, lilacs are empty, and all good imaginations stop here.
Reading Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane is the age to worry about new words. In my ignorance, I think that girl with the same color, fragrance and sadness as lilac must be lovelorn. At least she and her lover are far apart, and acacia has nowhere to put.
Over time, I can't find an exit to understand the rainy lane in repeated self-denial. My hesitation is still there, and my melancholy is still there, but I can't go back to the time when I said I was worried about giving new words.
After years of tempering, I finally understand that when we grew up, we all walked through rainy alleys and looked forward to meeting someone who accompanied us through the storm, out of confusion and into the future at a beautiful street corner. They are either teachers, relatives, friends, lovers or strangers. In fact, hope and expectation are always with us.
There is also a connection between spring flowers. Otherwise, why did I choose to open the lily at this time after raising it for a year? Baihua is low-key and quiet. I like it. It is rare that a lily blooms four flowers at the same time.
At night, the flowers bloom clearly. The whole room was immersed in a simple atmosphere, my lover practiced calligraphy silently, and I leaned back on the sofa and looked at my favorite book. Flower fragrance, ink fragrance, book fragrance, fragrance and delight; Spring, flowers, books, everything is pure.
Spring blossoms, this is the world I yearn for.