Water is the source of life. Generally, plants growing in water always have a kind of spirituality. Let’s talk about the upright ones first. The lotus is white, reflecting the refined world and exuding freshness; the calamus is graceful, swaying with vitality and swaying with style; the reeds stand upright, showing the demeanor of a strong man and the freedom and ease of a wise person. Looking at the lying ones again, the water chestnut leaves are stretched out, absorbing the sunshine, and producing sweet and crisp fruits; the slices of gorgon fruit are curled up, supporting each other, as if they are performing a love that is hard to get. And Qingyang is like a girl having a fragrant dream lying on the water, letting the sun caress her face and letting the breeze ripple, so quiet that there is no sound.
"You can pick them from the left and the right. A fair lady, play the piano and play the harp." The green waterlilies lying in the "Book of Songs" have attracted the burning eyes of many young handsome men! At the edge of the clear water, a beautiful lady with fragrance all over her body is gently caressing the green water. Ripples appear on the water, shaking her slim reflection. What a beautiful and romantic artistic conception! How could you not make his heart flutter? A young man was playing the harp not far away. The big strings were noisy like talking, and the small strings were like whispers. If it could make the beautiful woman look back and smile, it would be a lifetime of comfort.
"The green banana plants on the soft mud sway oilily under the water; in the soft waves of the Cam River, I am willing to be a waterweed!" The green banana plants soaked in the Cam River carry the poet's romance imagination. Green water plants emerged from the mud, and before their leaves had time to unfold, they swayed in the water with a different kind of grace. This is the call of life, this is the expectation of love! In "April in the world", the poet can salvage the rainbow-like dream that has settled in the water of the Cam River. He is willing to be a waterweed in the rippling Cam River, watching the cloud shadows and the sky with the golden willows on the bank. , and finally waved his sleeves gently, bidding farewell to logic and speculation, and from then on became accustomed to lyricism and entered into imagery.
Some of the green grass in my memory are lying quietly in the pond in my hometown, some are swaying in front of the culvert after the rain, and some are fragrant on the farm table. While feeling their poetry, , we can also smell the interest of ecology and the worries of civilization.
My hometown is located in the Lixiahe Water Town on the plains of northern Jiangsu. The dense water system is like a giant net that captures the four seasons scenery of the water town and also traps each exquisite village. There is a pond of more than ten acres in front of the old house, and on the east side is a canal that leads directly to the Yangtze River flowing tirelessly all day long. The pond and canal are connected by an open channel. Every early summer, a kind of floating plant with heart-shaped leaves and bright green leaves grows on the surface of the pond, the shoals of canals and the deep water of open channels. This is the green water plant.
When the rapeseed flowers bloom, the earth is full of life, with wild flowers of all colors blooming everywhere. The bright red ones are morning glories, the pink ones are wild lilies, the blue ones are vanina, and there are dots of white shepherd's purse flowers. Under the blue sky and white clouds, bees hummingly sing the sound of spring, fluttering their wings and making various sweet sounds, sometimes like a gentle serenade, sometimes like a powerful symphony; butterflies are dancing gracefully, red ones leaping like flames, blue ones dancing like flames. The color is like meditating in a quiet night, and the yellow is like the queen's skirt fluttering. The bagen grass on the field ridge clings to the ground and stretches its stems and leaves in all directions, and soon weaves it into a huge green mat, which stretches all the way to the willow forest beside the pond where warblers sing and butterflies dance, and to the river where the spring water is getting warmer. coast. Sitting under the weeping willow by the pond, looking at the silhouettes of people reflected in the clear pond water up close, and looking at the green water plants faintly swaying in the clear water among the cloud shadows and ripples from a distance, I couldn't help but silently recite Xu Zhimo's words in "Farewell to Cambridge" again. The famous poem below. Walking down the river beach, I saw only a few waterbirds looking for food with their claws as if no one else was around. They were feeding on the tender waterfowl at the bottom of the water. Suddenly, a "plop" was heard. It turned out that a naughty boy threw a piece of mud into the water. The water bird was so startled that it flew away, and saw the green grass swaying gently with the waves in the water.
At the Dragon Boat Festival, the green cattails spread out on the water like goddesses scattering flowers. The oval leaves are like the footprints they left. Each catty leaf represents love, and each footprint represents a song! The slender stems of the water plant stretch from the leaves to the bottom of the river, like the melody of early summer being played by microwaves on the strings of a piano. A group of minnows shuttled among the green grass, sometimes swimming eastward, and sometimes suddenly turning back and swimming westward for no apparent reason. If they encounter a water spider crawling on the water, they will hide under the water cat leaves and remain motionless. It was drizzling, and the water droplets condensed on the waterlily leaves rolled back and forth like transparent pearls, but they were soon stepped over by green frogs climbing up from the water. The green baby sitting on the waterlily leaf seems careless. As soon as an insect passes by, they kick off their hind legs, open their big mouth to grab the prey, and then jump into the water with a "gudong" sound and swim elsewhere. Another sound of "wow" was heard, which was the carp jumping up and down. Circles of ripples suddenly appeared on the water surface, making the water cat leaves disappear and appear.
During the plum rain season, the river water surges, and the green water plants tighten their roots like kites in the sky. A burst of turbulence passed, and some of them were uprooted, like a wanderer carrying his longing bag and reluctantly leaving his hometown. Some were submerged in the turbid water and never saw the sun all day long. This is the most difficult day in the life of the green waterfowl, but they rely on their own tenacity to grow many fibrous roots on the main stem and work hard to absorb nutrients from the environment. They look happy again until the sun shines. The rain is still scouring the ground, which is a good time to catch water fish. Taking a small boat to cast a silk net in the river, and sitting in the awning while closing the net, listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the cattail leaves, which makes a "beat, beat, beat" sound. This is better than "leaving the remaining lotus to listen to the rain". "Sound" has a more artistic conception.
Pulling up the fishing net, I saw the silver carp on the net was as white as snow. I picked off the cattail leaves stuck to the net and let the fish twist and jump in the cabin, enjoying the joy of harvest.
In July, the sun was blazing, and yellow flowers bloomed on the green water cat leaves. You can say they are not very beautiful, but every one is golden. Nymphoides stand upright in the water, like golden trumpets blowing the passion of midsummer towards the blue sky. The water surface was calm, like a wise elder without a trace of expression. The floating fish sank to the bottom of the water, the waterfowl hid under the lotus cover to cool off, and even the cicadas on the trees lost their ability to make noise for a while. There was silence all around, and suddenly a sound of "chi-chi-" came from the water, and a group of yellow and green dragonflies were seen swooping down. Some of them chase each other and pair up; some rise up immediately after touching the water surface, leaving a circle of thin ripples; some flutter their wings and simply stay on the waterlilies, as if doing gymnastics. It maintained its balance horizontally until another dragonfly took over the position and then soared into the air again.
Green water chestnuts not only evoke poetic imagination, but can also be made into delicious and fragrant dishes on the farm table. On a summer morning in the water town, a gauze-like light mist floats on the river. The water-like girls are dressed in colorful clouds. They bend down to push aside the dense wild rice trees on the bank, suppressing the green calamus. The hands quickly picked the green cattails. The green water plant is mixed with their body fragrance, the green leaves set off the pairs of white lotus root-like calves, and the green water reflects their smiles, which makes people smell and look mesmerized. The water chestnut leaves can be stir-fried, and the taste will be better if you add an appropriate amount of garlic paste; the water chestnut flowers can be used to make porridge, which is refreshing; blanch the water chestnut stems with boiling water, remove the water and mix it with sesame oil, and it can be used with wine. Poverty is not a problem for people in water towns. Their livelihood is in the water, and where there is water, there is their hope!
“Where water plants live, clear water surrounds them; in filthy places, green water plants leave no trace.” Nowadays, water towns are short of water, mainly high-quality water. There are thick water peanuts growing on the water surface, and the green water plants are so crowded that they can't breathe.