2014 Qixian Pear Blossom Festival
Every spring in April, pear blossoms are in full bloom. Pear Blossom Festivals are held all over the country, including Xi County and Qi County in Shanxi. Qixian has a long history of cultivating fruit trees. According to the "Qixian Chronicle", pear trees were cultivated as early as the Kangxi period. Qixian has a mild climate, sufficient sunshine, and a large temperature difference between day and night. The pear fruit is large, bright in color, and smooth in surface. It is known as the hometown of Chinese pear. The spring snow in the golden valley presses the qiongzhi, and the pear blossom charm dominates the world. The Pear Blossom Festival was held grandly in Yanman Village, Guxian Town, Qixian County. Visit the hometown of Shanxi merchants and enjoy thousands of acres of pear blossoms. Enjoy the Golden Valley, enjoy the snow sea, and enjoy the blessing of pears together.
Only after seeing the QQ group of cyclists did I know that Qixian County is not only one of the ancient cities of Shanxi merchants, but now it has made the Pear Blossom Festival famous across the country. When I walked into the pear blossom forest of Yanman Village, everything I saw was The pear blossoms are as white as snow. As soon as the spring breeze blows, bursts of fragrance caress your face, making you feel relaxed and happy. It has a unique style of "I can't help but look at it in the wind while I'm here, it's this flower that occupies the spring light". No wonder Lu You, the great poet of the Song Dynasty, praised pear blossoms with the poem "The pink fragrance is light and the fragrance is pure, leaving no room for peaches and plums to compete with each other in their youth." Some trees look hundreds of years old. Some trees have large canopies, with pear blossoms covering the sky and sun, and some trees have unique shapes, with pretty branches like plum trees.
The pear garden in Yanman Village is on a higher ground. When you climb up to the flower viewing platform, you can see the white ocean. Being among the pear blossoms, the fragrance of the flowers makes you intoxicated, as if you have entered a fairy tale world. Tomorrow Qi County Merida Bicycle will hold a race, and the track is in Liyuan Garden. What is it like to ride? There happens to be a pear seller, so you can enjoy the flowers while tasting them, not to mention how beautiful they are. The sweet juice of the crisp pear immediately moisturizes the body and makes people feel so refreshed. This is the first time I have eaten such a delicious pear.
Busses and cars are parked all over the park. Those who love painting and photography, as well as those who are ready to ride, men, women and children, are all enjoying the fragrance of pear blossoms.
The song "Pear Blossoms Bloom Again" from the 1980s echoed in my mind again. I can't forget my hometown. Pear blossoms bloom every year, dyeing the hills. My little village, my mother sat under the pear tree, the spinning wheel whirred, and I climbed up the pear branches to smell the fragrance of the pear blossoms. Shake the white branches, flowers rain all over the sky, fall on mother's head, and float on the spinning wheel. Give me a happy hometown that I will never forget. Returning to that hometown, the pear blossoms are blooming again. I have found my dream, and I am heartfelt. Everything in the small village is the same, the trees are empty, and under the trees full of pear blossoms, the spinning wheel no longer sounds. The white branches are shaken, flowers are flying all over the sky, and two lines of tears are flowing under the tree.
The depths of the pear blossoms are my hometown
1. The beginning of spring
It is a wind of tree buds or a drop of apricot rain that cuts through the frozen season, Brand-new colors, with the warm sunshine, slowly and quietly expand from the lower river to the upper river, from both sides of the river valley to the hillside area.
The peach blossom water falling from the sky sends away the last ice floe, the native singing between the waves wakes up the smoke from the old ferry, and the sleepy eyes wrap around the branches of poplar trees or weeping willows, waiting for the footsteps of Sydney's return home. .
Outside the gate, all the people on the road are looking forward to the distant journey, but the courtyard among the pear trees is still waiting for the traditional spring season and counting the auspicious days of the zodiac.
In fact, the day of spring is the beginning of spring, but there is no clear dividing wall between early spring and late winter. Just as the snowflakes at this time nurture the future pear blossoms, the umbilical cord of life, even if it is cut instantly, the blood relationship But eternally connected.
The beginning of spring is not in the image of the pear tree, but in people's hearts.
2. Pure wilderness
The destiny is to bloom first and leave later. Walking alone in the steep mountain canyons, with the distant sky above your head and the deep fertile soil under your feet, you are not afraid of the cold wind. , not afraid of the cold rain, staying with the Dajinchuan River and being friends with the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A pear blossom is a piece of dragon, auspicious light, and a warm and reviving earth. A cluster of pear blossoms is like a handkerchief, wiping away the traces of lazy dreams with vigorous longing. A pear tree is like a prayer flag and a wishful prayer, protecting you on a long journey. The pear blossoms surrounding the mountain are like a Hada, the sacred spiritual energy that purifies the soul. The pear blossoms all over the slope are like a wedding dress, beautiful wishes, and harvest of happiness in this life.
The cauliflower in the field is pure and flawless. The fragrant snowflakes on the top of the mountain attract bees and butterflies with their fragrant floating fragrance. The willows by the river are under pressure, and the white waves are as strong as the sea. The rhyme of the pines and cypresses between the cliffs makes you forget to return to the farmland.
Winning the first place is not just self-admiration. An endless stream of tourists appreciate your pure and beautiful passion with their eyes and experiences. The folks who live and start a business in peace and quiet have received your true love and kindness with their hearts and lives.
As the old saying goes, when you see a pear blossom, you see my entire hometown.
3. The magpie shines
Walk before the cuckoo and fly after the thrush.
The magpie injects infinite vitality and imagination into the silent pear blossom with its always auspicious song.
In the sea of ??flowers with white waves, the nest of a boat is drifting in the wind. Holding the black and white wings, even in the wind and dust storm, you can still fly on the smoke.
The mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait celebrate spring together, and the pear blossoms and magpies complement each other.
Life is so light, and the years are still short. The laws of nature, no matter the past or the future, no matter animals and plants, no matter joy or sorrow...Flowers bloom by themselves, water flows by themselves, and birds sing by themselves. The clouds are flying.
Many souls are quietly influencing each other. From the year before last to last year to this year, many people and things are surprisingly similar. The story of the magpie and the pear blossom cannot be told when it begins or when it will end. I can only act like a mute and learn the philosophy of the idiom "silence is golden".
The months and days of those years have become memories. Don’t ask where the magpie went, her home is deep in the pear blossoms.
4. Harmonious coexistence
In this land known as the hometown of Sydney, the white figure of pear blossoms, stepping on the rhythm of the endless flow of the Dajinchuan River, brings the joy of the countryside. The cocooned hands gracefully lead the dance.
The green wheat seedlings, the yellow cauliflower, the dripping garlic moss... are like colorful ships, sailing towards the brilliant solar term among the boundless pear blossoms.
The honest cows and sheep, the loyal chickens and dogs, the dutiful pigs and cats... are just like the colorful schools of fish, living a happy and peaceful life in the depths of the clear and clear Pear Sea.
The eagle playing the piano, the singing magpie, the dancing swift... the beauty is the ever-changing clouds, which store the ups and downs of the years on the branches of the pear forests all over the mountains and plains.
From Waixiang to Lixiang, from Xiahe to Shanghe, from Hedong to Hexi, from Garer to Shaer, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the Lamasery to the Shenxianbao, from the Chenghuang Temple to the Guanyin Temple, from Go to a farmhouse on the street... The whole body and mind are wrapped up in layers of pear blossoms that are open-minded, upright and selfless, and the same on the outside and inside. The way to break out of the encirclement has to be imitated by nature. Things need to tolerate each other, and people can only understand each other. .
After returning to nature with Lihua, the general trend of the world is: harmony is the most precious.
5. Scattered and silent
Flowers are fragrant in the wild, big trees attract the wind, and it rains in March.
Why complain about the ruthlessness of the wind and blame the heavy rain for its broken promises? The original intention of pear blossoms is to come suddenly and go quietly. The broad sky always belongs to the season of reincarnation.
The flowering period of about seven days is indeed a bit short. But the pure and flawless passion must have touched Gu Diao’s youthful desire and awakened Xincun’s conversion complex. Many classic mythological stories and rural place names are deeply imprinted in "Twelve Cups of Wine", making the memories of wandering around the world unforgettable for a long time.
There is no sound, no trace of the way out. Just like the last spring snow, there is no need to make difficult choices or hesitate, all roads to heaven end in the warm embrace of the earth. It is also like a piece of pure white paper, allowing the rural soul to wield simple farm tools and cultivate a rich harvest day and night.
When I turned around and looked back, I saw that the place where I left was crowded with green leaves, and the unfathomable blue waves began to spread turbulently. Fortunately, I did not write a tragic will, but only left a last wish of hope and sincere blessings.
Throughout Lihua’s life, the only destination for all life is to be buried in peace.