When the spring rains in my hometown of Yuan Ye are continuous, flaming camellia blooms on the hillside. I walked in Shan Ye with the joy of the Spring Festival, enjoying the green rhyme and flowers. At this time, there was a long flute not far from Shan Ye, so light and melodious.
The notes are spinning and floating in the endless Shan Ye, and my heart is flowing and floating with the fluctuation of the flute. I wander in this music and have infinite reverie about nature.
Playing the flute, I walked through a colorful peach forest, passed through slopes of rape blossoms and bypassed a cliff. The flute is near, and an old man herding sheep is playing. He sat on the grass, leaned against the ridge and looked at his sheep. His expression was so happy.
"Happy Spring Festival! Old man! Your boss doesn't take a day off for the New Year? "
I stepped forward and greeted him kindly. Just finished some regrets, shouldn't disturb the elegance of the old man, let this sweet flute interrupt.
"well ...! I want to take a day off, but my sheep don't agree! I celebrate the New Year, and so do my sheep! Now that life is good, you can eat chicken and fish every day, and you don't have to spend the New Year. Today is New Year's Day, and I just drove my sheep so far away. Look at the green grass here! Guest, where are you from? " My uncle is chatting with me cheerfully, and I can't see the unhappiness I caused. Then I put down my hanging heart.
"Old man! I am not a guest, I am the daughter-in-law of this small mountain village. "
"Which daughter-in-law works in the city?"
"It is working in the city. Uncle! I am the daughter-in-law of XX family. "
"Hey, your in-laws are gone, so it's rare to come back for the New Year!"
"I haven't been back for several years. This year is the worst drought in 60 years. I hang up my brothers and sisters and buy some new year's goods to see what can help. "
"Yes, Koharu is a rare success. Fortunately, life here is dominated by aquaculture and flue-cured tobacco. If it was in previous years, even life was a problem. "
Speaking of which, uncle can see that there are still some concerns. If there is no harvest in the small village, the aquaculture industry will still be affected and the quality of life of the villagers will definitely decline.
Uncle saw me holding a camera and told me that you went out from the mountain pass in the east. The bamboo forest there has beautiful scenery. I often play the flute there, and I feel that I can also play beautiful songs there. If I take pictures there, it will be a good scenery.
I walked to the east according to my uncle's instructions. Passing by the Wandou field with some small white flowers, the seedlings are sparse and grow badly, which makes people feel a little palpitation and uneasy.
This year, the climate is abnormal, and the characteristics of warm winter are obvious. It doesn't rain in autumn and winter, the weather is too dry, and some trees have died. Walking in this Shan Ye, there were trees and mountains everywhere a few years ago, but now it is a red land.
Down a cliff, the front is empty, it is a flat slope near the deep cliff, with dense bamboo, which is what uncle said, green and full of vitality.
Swimming in the bamboo forest, uncle's flute is gathered again, the wind is blowing bamboo leaves, like swimming green leaves, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the bamboo forest. The inherent clean, elegant, leisurely and indifferent bamboo rhyme of bamboo is a kind of natural simplicity of love and a green poem of life in this wonderful flute sound.
Walking in this green bamboo sea, listening to a string of notes in the bamboo sea, I feel happy and intoxicated. My carefree feelings also flew over Qian Shan with the fluttering of bamboo leaves. The dust that passed through time and space floated across the sky, became a bamboo leaf, condensed into a soul, and walked in the painters' bamboo paintings in Zheng Banqiao, becoming a permanent ink collection.
Walking around, my thoughts are always flying and my mood is constantly changing. Enjoy the beautiful scenery and worry about the fields. In real life, fantastic thoughts are always precipitated in the whirlpool of contradictions. How many people miss the land, how many people's joys and sorrows, how many people's dreams! No one can survive without land.
Today, in that mountain, in that peach blossom forest, in that field, in that bamboo forest, there are my wandering thoughts, joys and sorrows. This is the pain and joy that life has to experience, and only after suffering will we cherish the joy. Even the flute is bright, melancholy, high and low. Our lives are the same. There are highs and lows. We should steer well at high tide and raise the sails of life at low tide.