There are no plum blossoms in northern Jiangsu, or very few.
I heard that there is a plum garden in the western suburb of Dafeng, Yancheng. Plum blossoms are in good bloom, so I went to enjoy them in hot weather.
Every spring, I go for a walk to enjoy flowers, go to Shi Peng in Lianyungang to enjoy peach blossoms, go to Xishan and Xiangxuehai in Suzhou to enjoy pear blossoms, follow the cherry blossoms in Wuhan University in spring, and go to Meihua Mountain in Nanjing to enjoy plum blossoms in early spring. Every year, the flowers are different, the fragrance is different, the mood of appreciation is also very different, and the thoughts that sink to the bottom of my heart are even different.
I like plum blossoms, perhaps influenced by ancient literati, and almost all those distant poets have written plum blossom poems. Poets in Song Dynasty wrote plum blossoms the most, including Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, Li Qingzhao, Wang Anshi, Fan Zhongyan and Xin Qiji. It seems that they are not poets. Without their aura, they can't write poetry.
Poets in the Song Dynasty wrote well. Do they love plum blossoms and write plum blossoms, so they mumble well?
Plum blossoms were written by poets in the Song Dynasty. Poets in Song Dynasty wrote down the spirit, spirit, shape, soul and bone of plum blossom. Song Dynasty is a dynasty of suffering, and poets are also suffering poets. The plum blossom also reveals the suffering, indomitable character and breeze of the northwest wind.
How about plum blossoms in Dafeng?
Meiyuan in the western suburb of Dafeng is in a place called Dazhong Town. It is flat and vast, with winding rivers and numerous plum trees. It rises and falls, its posture is Wan Fang, and people look forward to it.
I'm still a little early. Although it's early spring, it's not cold when cold air hits me. Most of the plum blossoms I see on the branches don't seem to wake up yet, spitting out a little color and still sleeping. Several plum trees brought some surprises. They couldn't hold back their eagerness, stretched themselves slightly and smiled sweetly towards spring.
To admire plum blossoms, we should admire the gods, the shapes and the bones. I don't like to appreciate the color and fragrance of plum blossoms. Other flowers already have * * *, look again, just one word, vulgar.
In front of me are plum blossoms, and there will be clusters of plum blossoms on a branch, as bright as the morning glow and as white as snow. Put your nose up and smell it. It's faint and fragrant, and it goes straight to your heart. The breeze is blowing, and the plum blossoms on the branches are swaying excitedly, dancing for the warmer spring.
I always associate plum blossom with severe cold. She has a unique beauty, vicissitudes and heavy beauty, but the delicate plum blossom in sunny days is too young to bear the heavy life of plum blossom. I remembered the home where I once lived, a wintersweet tree under the back window. She is also a plum blossom. This plum blossom is not tall, lush and a little thin, but the tree is full of flower spots. The cold wind roared and the snowflakes drifted coldly. Wintersweet tree did not have the shelter of green leaves, but he still held out his hand like a branch, holding flowers in his hand, graceful. The wind is shaking, trying to drag her down, wrapped in snowflakes, trying to freeze her stiff. She is still clutching the fist-like bud, dreaming that she has grown taller, ready to show the power of youth.
One day, the branches of Chimonanthus praecox were covered with a thin and bright layer of ice, and the flowers were covered with a transparent ice coat as thin as cicada wings. I'm afraid the bud may freeze hard. One day passed, two days passed, until the melting snow disappeared. Instead of being frozen, the bud grows fat and solid, revealing yellow and pink petals to welcome the arrival of spring.
This is the plum blossom in my heart.
When I thought I couldn't see the plum blossom in my heart, a sigh was not far away. I walked into the yard of Qin Xiang Garden, and a flowery old Li suddenly caught my eye. This plum tree is called "Song Mei", which grew in the Song Dynasty and has a history of 800 years.
"Song Mei" is different. Standing in front of her, she became a towering mountain, and I could only look up and admire her. I am silent and calm, like clear autumn water. Song Mei, an "old man", is neither tall nor big, but he is very strong, with dark and mottled bark, vigorous and rough branches, and the trunk that has been struck by lightning. The dead branches are not dead, and the new branches grow tenaciously, showing the majestic and unyielding masculine beauty.
Without "Song Mei", it's hard to call Meiyuan in the western suburbs. Among more than 10,000 plum trees, there can be a "Song Mei". Meiyuan in the western suburbs is unique in China. Do you still need to doubt it? "Song Mei" makes Dafeng people dare to say that there are plum blossoms in northern Jiangsu and dare to be plum blossoms in Jiangsu!
Love Song Mei is enough. As the ancients said, plum appreciation is "expensive and rare, inexpensive and dense, expensive and old, inexpensive and tender, expensive and thin, inexpensive and expensive." You can't see the colorful flowers of "Song Mei" in full bloom, and you can't smell the intoxicating flowers. You can enjoy her calmly. It seems that you can see the plum blossoms in the streets and lanes of Kaifeng in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the fragrance is like endless clouds permeating the court; Eight hundred years later, I saw Zhang Zeduan's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", Mi Fei's calligraphy was ups and downs, the flying air and Su Dongpo's lofty and vigorous poems aroused waves of snow. ...
Song Mei lived in the same dynasty as Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, Li Qingzhao and Wang Anshi. So, they met, talked and wrote her a poem? Perhaps she was planted by Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo and Lu You, and watered by Li Qingzhao and Wang Anshi. ...
Invisible nobility is nobility.
The fragrance that you can't smell is the fragrance in your heart.
I fell in love with "Song Mei" and sat in the plum blossom steaming in the clouds. I was immersed in the sea, smelling sweet in body, eyes, words, state and heart. ...
The valley where birds don't want to leave.
I happened to be here when a flock of birds flew into the old city of Fengshu Bay. Finally, the dark clouds in the sky could not hold back, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. A friend in the same trade handed me a folding umbrella, and I shook my head again and again and said, "No, just walk into Fenglin. The leaves are dense and won't get wet. "
Look at the number of maple leaves here, I can't remember. Fengshu Bay is a valley winding along a mountain stream. There are maple trees on both sides of the stream, which look like poplars. I have seen maple trees in Xiangshan, Beijing, Qixia Mountain, Nanjing and Lanshan, Kyoto, Japan. They are all short and fat. People are walking slowly in clusters of maple leaves. When they watch slowly, they can push away a cluster of maple leaves, pick a leaf, put it in their mouth and play gracefully. Suddenly, I found that in Sucheng, maple trees can grow so Gao Shuang.
When I entered the covered maple forest, the rain disappeared and the tourists around me stopped using umbrellas. Most people are watching the running water around the stream, and a few people are still looking up at the maple leaves on the trees. The water in the pond in the stream is green and clear, which can be seen at a glance. Several red and yellow maple leaves floating on the water added a bit of chill to Pingping. Many people saw the water and exclaimed, "Ah, such clear water!" " Bend down, stir the water with your hands, wash your face and show a happy smile, as if your face were beautiful at once. Unfortunately, on rainy days, a pool of clear water glows in the dark, but you can't see the blue sky and white clouds and colorful maple leaves that are usually reflected in the water. This is a white maple forest. The maple trees in the maple forest are wet, and so are the maple trees. The maple leaf is black and yellow, but it is not red yet. There is a slight clean flow on the leaf, like the tears of injustice flowing out of a girl's eyes. The branches of the maple tree are wet, the stone road is wet, the bushes and maple leaves under my feet are wet, and I feel wet all over.
My heart is wet, too
Fenglin is very quiet. I just watched a flock of birds fly in, and I didn't know where they landed and what they were doing, so they disappeared. A quick light rain swept like the wind, the maple leaves rustled and the leaves staggered like drunkenness. There are maple leaves on the road, and the leaves are as unhappy as the faces of wronged children. Rows of jagged edges are curled around, and leaves are piled thick on the road and have become almost all red. I suspected that I was deceived, rubbed it and looked at it again. It is still red. It seems that it is not autumn that hangs on the tree, but red leaves that fall on the ground. I began to appreciate the maple leaves in early winter from my feet. The withered maple leaves in the rain fell to the ground, soft as a carpet, and their feet did not slip when stepping on them. I pity the thin maple leaf, which will slowly break through the ground under people's feet under the freezing abuse of wind and frost, and sprout the life breath of My Sweetie little by little in the grass and small trees. ...
Maple leaves are not beautiful, and other trees, grass and water are not lonely at all, and they are all competing for beauty. An Castanopsis fargesii tree, with bare branches and no leaves, is like a rooster, losing its glorious feathers and being bare. Unexpectedly, a yellow shuttlecock the size of a fist hangs on the trunk of the shuttlecock, swaying proudly in the cold wind. On the cold cliff, a waterfall roared down enthusiastically, making the valley filled with water mist and roaring endlessly. ...
Climbing up a hill, at this moment, the rain stopped and a gray rain fog fluttered on the mountain. Condescending, I looked back at a lush maple forest that I had just walked out of. The pestle trees, pestle seeds and waterfalls are all hidden. Maple forest is like a rainbow after rain, like a proud peacock, splashing with colorful colors, light green like moss, light yellow like goose egg yellow, bright red like roses, colorful, like a beautiful and amazing oil painting ... A group of birds are flying over the maple forest and refuse to leave. I thought emotionally that this must be the bird I just saw and looked for. These elves also know that maple leaves are red, burning with enthusiasm and passion, and they are reluctant to leave.
I'm drunk.
I understand that the best scenery should be seen from a distance, from a height, just like lovers, you will feel that kind of beauty at a distance.
Looking at the maple leaf in Fengshu Bay from a height, all its beauty jumps out.
Jiangnan zhizui
Go to Jinxi to collect wind in early autumn.
I have never been to Jinxi in Kunshan, and I don't know that Song Xiaozong's favorite princess Chen Fei was reluctant to part with the landscape of Jinxi 800 years ago. She was buried in the water here after her death, and changed the beautiful place name of Jinxi into Chen's tomb. It was not until 1993 that her ancient name was restored. I just feel that Jinxi is somewhat similar to some ancient towns and water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, such as "Ancient Well Wind Pavilion" and "Jin Lang Yulang". When I entered Jinxi, I saw crevices, moss edges, tile eaves, rattan willows, sparkling water waves, leisurely flowing rivers and dotted bridges on the Yangtze River. It seems that all the bridges in the south of the Yangtze River are here, but Wuzhen and Zhouzhuang, which are famous for the most bridges, are not. I'm impressed. It's been a long time since we met. I have seen the bridge over the Thames in England. There are many bridges, all of which have rich cultures. They are world-famous, such as Tower Bridge, Waterloo Bridge and Millennium Bridge. Tower Bridge in London is the symbol of London, and Waterloo Bridge is the prototype of the oil painting Waterloo Bridge on the Thames by Joseph Mallord William Turner, a famous British romantic landscape painter and printmaker, about 1830 ~ 1835. I once lamented that the bridge I saw in China really lacked a little culture, and it was a fly in the ointment.
The bridge in Jinxi brightened my eyes and refreshed my spirit. The first thing that caught my eye was Lihe Bridge. Without the introduction of the chairman of the local Federation of Literary and Art Circles, I passed a fairy painter who integrated the soul with the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The painter is Chen Yifei. One morning in 1980s, a calligrapher from Kunshan accompanied Chen Yifei to Jinxi to sketch. The landscape of Lihe Bridge caught the painter's attention and he got inspiration from it. An oil painting named "Old Bridge" was born. Designed by 1985 World United Nations Association, it was selected as the first day cover of "International Stamp Festival" in the name of "Morning" and issued in Geneva. The romantic water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, a kind of transcendental tranquility, let westerners see the quaint, mysterious and peaceful oriental world, an "oriental" that is completely different from the west but can be understood, imagined and interpreted by them. Li Heqiao, hidden in a deep alley, suddenly became famous, and so did Chen Yifei. Unexpectedly, Joseph Mallord William Turner, a famous watercolor painter and printmaker, and Chen Yifei, an oil painter, came together. The former used the oil painting "Waterloo Bridge on the Thames" to hold up the Waterloo Bridge in London, while the latter used the oil painting "Old Bridge" to build a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lihe Bridge, also called Nantang Bridge, is just commonly known as Lihe Bridge. It was built in the third year of Jianyan in the Southern Song Dynasty (A.D. 1 129) and rebuilt in the twelfth year of Qingganlong. Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, said: "Nantang Bridge is in the water, and there are long banks and green willows on the bridge. A spoonful of clear spring contains ancient wells, which is very cool and full of wind pavilions. Sit in the spring outing, Gutian writes poems, Xiao Ji smells cooking and sobers up. Only the villagers can appreciate it, and the songs of fishermen and herders are only audible. "
I climbed the Lihe Bridge, as if to become a landscape in Chen Yifei's paintings. Looking around, the water is gurgling under the bridge, the boat is babbling, the people on the shore are resting by the river, the willows are fluttering, and the girl is squatting by the river to wash onions. Cruise ships pass by the bridge from time to time. On the boat, or three or five young couples, or an old couple, rowed by the well-dressed local boatswain, humming "What a Jasmine" in Jiangnan minor, rocking the boat, along the Jinxi River, passing through bridge opening.
I have passed several bridges in succession, and I remember that there is a bridge with ten eyes, which was built in the Ming Dynasty and has nine columns and ten holes, hence the name. It is like a dragon lying on the waves, and it is a good place to watch the lake and enjoy the moon. Jieming Bridge was built by people who donated money in Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty for three years. During the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, Sun Deming, a native of the village, renovated his mother for her sixtieth birthday. The name of the bridge is "saving life", which means longevity. Puqing Bridge is a stone arch bridge, commonly known as Yu Jia Bridge. Built in the seventh year of Yongle in Ming Dynasty, it was rebuilt in the forty-sixth year of Qingganlong. Bridge opening is semi-circular on the water and semi-circular underwater. Legend has it that Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and Liu Bowen, a strategist, came to Jinxi. Liu Bowen thinks this is the land of the dragon cave. If the geomantic omen here has not been broken, the emperor will definitely come out and compete with Zhu Yuanzhang in the future. In order to break the feng shui of the dragon cave, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered the construction of a stone bridge on the "dragon neck" of the Jinxi River to block the dragon neck. There is a couplet on the bridge fence: "Smoke flies to the sea on both sides of the strait, and a stream flows to the city." There is also Zhong 'an Bridge, commonly known as "arch bridge"; Zhougong Bridge, commonly known as Jesse Bridge and Mu Hong Bridge; Tianshui Bridge, commonly known as "North Guanyin Bridge"; Lize Bridge and Longfu Bridge are called "Fushou Bridge" and so on.
Jinxi has the custom of "walking three bridges". The third bridge, Tianshui Bridge, Lize Bridge and Hongfu Bridge, is placed in the shape of "Pin" at the intersection of Jiaotong River and Jinxi River. In the past, when the residents of the town got married, the bride and groom had to walk three bridges, and their faces were filled with joy.
Born of water, the water lanes, river ports, arch bridges, arcades, Langfang and markets in Jinxi are like an amazing picture. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a "sleeping girl". It is not too much to praise her that "light makeup is always appropriate" and that she is "the best in Jiangnan".
Running water passed quietly, but the ancient bridge remained. The ancient bridge is woven into an ink painting of Jinxi Jiangnan.