? Xia Yanzi
The word "tea" is beautiful, like the name of a Miao girl. This girl is very poetic and charming, but she doesn't know it. But this is more beautiful. Many things have great beauty because they don't know. This kind of ignorance and beauty are often silent aesthetic principles.
There are many teas (called Sizhamei in the countryside) on the roadside under the Phoenix Mountain and in grandma's big yard. When in full bloom, it is gorgeous and spectacular, white, purple, yellow and big. But I didn't know him at first. I haven't paid much attention to them when I passed by for more than ten years, because it is too common in rural areas. Although it is delicious in color and fragrance, the country people have not read any books and don't know how to appreciate it. Instead, they took a fancy to its lush flowers and vines. If bamboo frames are used as fences, large and small courtyards will be formed to raise some chickens and ducks. When it begins in spring, it begins to sprout red buds on withered leaves. Around Tomb-Sweeping Day, the red leaves turned green, and the peasant women began to break branches and sow seeds in front of their houses. When the time is ripe, it is amazing that the tea leaves with big flowers are crowded together. At that time, my grandparents were always busy in the fields, and I often planted tea cups. After all these years of traffic jam, I still don't know it's called tea.
When I was seven years old, when I was painting, I used a pencil to draw on the bluestone board under the tea. Those petals, which were originally dark red and light red, withered and withered, and Xie was entangled in dead branches. As soon as the wind blows, they fall down and land on my unfinished "Red Zamei", which is extremely thrilling. The beauty of Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings deeply influenced me. Fish, shrimp, insects and crabs, dry mountains and rivers, old people ... simple and vivid, simple artistic conception. I like this style and have vowed to be a great painter like Mr. Wei Qing. But so far, nothing has been achieved. That was my childhood dream, a dream that I never told anyone. At least, these teapots are famous.
20 16 winter. The sun is shining and old friends come to visit. We have tea and chat. From Chaoyang to Chuxiong and Zhouzhuang, then literature and Chinese painting. Talking about the sunset, she suddenly pointed to a big four-plum tree in the backyard on the first floor of my house and asked, "Do you like tea, too?" With so many plants planted, is it fragrant when it is in full bloom? The poetry of cardamom is still gorgeous, and the sleeping dream is fragrant. "
At that moment, the meaning was full of mountains and rivers, and it was another rock-breaking. It turns out that the four prunes I have been in contact with for so many years are all tea buds! I used to think that tea was far away from me, and I also thought, what kind of flowers can deserve these two earth-shattering words? For an instant, I couldn't help myself-how could the humble four-thorn plum that accompanied me through the bleak years be a piece of tea? I searched for thousands of Baidu in the crowd and suddenly looked back and found it at the courtyard fence. It turned out that tea was so close to my fingertips that I ignored thousands of days and nights.
Tea, tea.
This is tea that is open to flowers.
It seems that the old friends are reunited and pleasantly surprised.
Looking at these two words, looking at the tea buds that have not sprouted leaves, branches and buds, I simply want to go to the Song Dynasty. All the flowers withered-"thanks for spring break. No flowers, no branches. Ting Huai's shadow was shattered and rubbed by the wind. Yingying is old, but her voice is still shy. Leaning alone in the locker room. A wave of smoke lined Yunfu. Why don't you go back to the curtain hook and it's hard to worry about a little heart. " What a nice gesture-no elegance of peony, no romance of rose. I don't like flowers that are too flashy, just like girls who wear heavy makeup. They are naturally pure, and this makeup becomes enchanting as soon as it comes up. Some people are young but others are old, just like some plants, which grow clean and virtuous, such as tea.
Many times, I very much hope that I am a piece of tea, and I will be quiet and silent when all flowers are competing for spring, and show my personality and charm in the lush beauty. I once told Zou Xiaoqing that when I really write, I will, like a writer in Heilongjiang, steadily maintain a unified rhythm, a stable aesthetic pursuit, a crystal clear personality, a leisurely narrative attitude and charming narrative skills, describe life with enthusiasm and joy, and poetically write The Rights of the Ergon River, because I know that the writer's realm is the same as the tea in his hometown compound. It is low-key, does not show off, smiles, and it is best to be open.
In the winter when I met tea, I saw Chi Zijian's "The Other Side of the Soul", which was about the Arctic village, marriage, childhood and humanity ... Those simple scenery were really heroes, and even if they had left, they were by no means defeated. She wrote the spirit and attitude. I think she is also an extreme tea, and tea also has an attitude, which is neither warm nor hot, neither floating nor impetuous, like jade that has been moistened for many years, and like pearls that have been played for many years, beautiful and simple. Age and aesthetics are closely linked. The publicity and romance I liked as a teenager have quietly faded out of people's sight. Those things with strong tension make warm things more like bones. I even restrained my remarks.
When I was a child, I cooked, went to the fields, herded cattle, fed pigs and dug wild vegetables. Deep in my memory, there are a group of lonely and bitter days of Shanliwa. Wowo, wild flowers and weeds made a delicate "lunch", sitting in a row on the bluestone strips, raising their hands and looking at the vast blue sky and white clouds from the fingers of the sun. Little ants climbed up their thighs from the ground and ran around on the open skirt. The vicissitudes of the old tea tree are in full bloom, and children's dexterous little hands can make a beautiful tea tree into various "jewelry" and "bracelets" with a tender vine. As a result, the "wedding procession" walked under the eaves of flowers, grass, birds and cold, and the ignorant children were surrounded by "dressed as married" and then gently pinned on the head of the "beautiful and moving" bride. Awei, who plays the flute, is an arrogant suona player with a round belly and bare feet, playing "Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo, Woo!" The old people sat on the other side of the big yard, looking at us poor children, laughing their heads off. At that time, the years were full of lightness, bitterness and cold. Now, in retrospect, it warms this winter. This winter is not cold, and the first snow is very thin. The day before yesterday, Meng Ying and I collaborated to write a long historical and cultural article, "Living Affectionately in the Changing Song Dynasty". Jie Jiang with plum blossoms is the first poet I want to write. The word "Chinese poet" is like a bell. As his label, it will last for thousands of years. "Young listen to the rain, red candle faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and it will be dawn before the next step. " Listen to the rain, listen to the rain, where is this listening to the rain? However, life is to stage a plot on the stage of time. When the curtain is over, there will be no laughter, no youth with infinite scenery, and everything will come and go in a hurry, even in a hurry, which is doubtful. Is this a time I have never forgotten? I almost cried when I wrote about him, but I held back. His words were so penetrating that I almost forgot to admire them when I read them. I can't help but forget, just like forgetting the daily meeting and passing by.
Before I knew that Sizhamei was a tea bud, many people said that tea bud was the latest flower in spring. When all the flowers bloom, it will bloom slowly. Ren Zhuozhai's poem: "Tea comes in spring every year." Wang Qishi: "As soon as I took off the residual makeup on plum powder, I put on a new red begonia. It's a matter of flowering. The strawberry wall is sprouting. "It's all the interpretation of this last flower language. In my college textbook, there is a poem by Su Shi, "Du Yi's Two Poems about Seeing Bodhisattva Springs in Wuchang", in which there is a sentence: "If you don't strive for spring, loneliness will open at the latest. "When I first read it, I thought it was beautiful. Reading and reading, it seems that I can smell the fragrance of late spring, see a trace of loneliness, and imagine sitting in the spring evening with my eyebrows down and not talking, which makes people feel pity. The old professor with silver hair said that Su Dongpo was at the bottom of his career when he relegated Huangzhou. At this time, he saw the twilight and ravages of spring. In a distant and peaceful state of mind, the yearning for beautiful things is like the solitary fragrance of camellia in full bloom, and the spring breeze travels ten miles and is endless. However, I was puzzled when I learned that Sizhamei was tea. The flowering period of tea is midsummer. Why did the ancients say it was late spring tea?
Until the evening, I revised a composition that had been separated for two months, and occasionally mentioned "Mr. Wang has left." At the age of seventy-six, an extreme flower withered and erected a monument in the medical history of China. "At that time, I suddenly realized that it was not the ancients who were stupid, but there was another meaning. Tea is a flower that will bloom in midsummer after spring, and at this time it is the end of the year, and all flowers are in full bloom, so it is late spring and it is time for tea.
A girl in Qichun said to me, "I finally understand your original intention of writing materia medica." Very sad. " I said, "Yes. Very sad. " In fact, the thief is sad. When tea blossoms, it is a late spring bonus that condenses in the eyebrows. You will feel the loneliness and sadness of bloom in groups, but few people can understand it, but I was very familiar with it when I was a child. Time has finally become a memory, and has become affectionate with the mountains and rivers, the wind and the earth, and the summer.
I once said at the beginning of "practicing in the warmth of human fireworks": in the long time of life, there are too many things, either bitter or beautiful, or willful or calm. We can't escape, we can't escape, we can only accept it ourselves. This acceptance is a clear spirit, a pattern, a mind, a friendship and a magnificent and profound beauty. Life and acceptance should be a kind of practice. This practice is like a flower that blooms without words. It opens and falls in silence. "Tea does not compete for spring, and loneliness opens at the latest." Before the end of spring, a noble watch is the most lasting, purest and gentlest. It is unique like the wind kissing every plant and leaf on the earth, stretching a pure beauty and posture to the extreme.
? 20 17.2.6 put pen to paper in Qichun in the early morning.