The river of years counts the length of the days. I sit alone in the winter field, listening to a sincere whisper, looking forward to the coming of spring, just like the grass, even if the barren life has already I have been long forgotten by the last spring, but I still believe that one hundred times, one hundred times, spring will be moved to tears again by its sincerity.
The green song finally begins to dance in the season. A row of waves of thoughts wash up on the shore rocks at the edge of spring and winter, engraved with passionate kisses again and again, a kind of large-scale rendering, in the splash of ink. The heroic spirit ignited the wet eyes, causing Brother Dong to go away shyly in the unrestrained and enthusiastic girl Chun, completing the relay task.
Afterwards, the spring breeze blew gently and the drizzle quietly moistened. The tall poplar tree behind the restaurant grew buds and slowly put on a green dress; on the pliable branches of the weeping willows by the artificial lake, It is also covered with goose-yellow buds like rice grains, which are like strings of beaded curtains fluttering in the spring breeze; the French palm trees on both sides of the main road have sprouted buds, covered with green clothes, happily greeting pedestrians, pouring out rich The breath of spring. The pink peach blossoms on the peach trees are close to each other, crowding the entire branches. They are like a group of urchins, vying to let people admire their gorgeous appearance; the yellow jasmine flowers on the roadside are covered with flowers under the sunshine. Wearing golden costumes; the lawn in front of the library allows us to truly appreciate the scene of "the color of grass looks distant but is not there". The birds are not willing to be lonely, they sing heartily on the branches. All this is like a gentle piece of music, like a clear landscape painting. Such a situation cannot but be said to be a feast for sight, smell and hearing!
Spring is about feelings, the feeling of the beautiful environment, the perception and understanding of the beautiful environment, the taste of some truths of life from the ordinary things around you, the feeling of the harmonious response of nature, and the peace of mind. Peace, savor life and life calmly, and enjoy a state of peace and tranquility. It's just a mood.
In such a beautiful spring, we should treat our friends around us with a spring mood. Time flies, three-quarters of my college life has passed, and I have a new understanding of friendship. This friendship is more selective than in elementary school, more interesting than in middle school, and more sincere than in work. College is a period when the mind is most open-minded. It longs for friendship like a dry seedling longing for the rain, like a hiker in the desert longing for manna. At this time, when we find a friend with similar interests, the joy is indescribable. It is calmer than love, but more lasting than love. I remember that when we first entered school, we desperately wrote letters and made phone calls to old classmates and friends to talk about our worries and relieve loneliness. But now we give more time and affection to the new friends around us. They have become our umbrellas in the rain and help in the snow.
The beautiful spring environment can wash away the troubles caused by life and make us feel that our souls belong. Today, the blankness of the soul seems to have become a reality in ordinary days. The desire for communication floats on the flag of loneliness from time to time, calling for being sensed and perceived. Remove all barriers, precautions and barriers, open your heart, and let the sandbank of life appear. Vigorous life, this is what we dream of.
Nowadays, we are well aware of each roommate’s temper and shortcomings, and we also feel the loveliness and charm of each one. We mastered their communication skills. Our dormitory is a small family, and our friendship extends from the outside to the inside; our dormitory is also a small society, which teaches us to grow in a subtle way.
In a beautiful environment, find a fertile ground, let your soul purify, don't be happy about things, don't be sad for yourself, and watch the movement in silence. Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, smile and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, stay or go as you please, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky. To be familiar with the taste of the world, not to suffer from the emptiness and stillness, to think of being born in the world without pollution, to get rid of the dusty conditions of the background, this is also spring, this is the spring of one's own soul!
Spring is really here! I had to immerse myself in the tenderness of spring and let her tender fingers caress our faces. The flower buds of memory, the green grass, and the snow-covered Tianshan Mountains all began to sing in the spring breeze. The shore of the scenery was also kind and bright in the embrace of the spring breeze, completely revealing the green youthful feelings. This is What a rich freehand painting, she blooms quietly in the spring days.
Then, let us walk into spring together, abandon all regrets and worries, go deep into the hinterland of spring, and enjoy the beauty again.
Spring is here after all, everything can start again, we can live in the days of tomorrow, and let the passion and hope in our hearts be ignited by the season again!
In addition to the "Spring" written by the Qing Dynasty, other famous writers' spring poems include:
The woods and fields at the end of spring
Xu Dishan
Spring Scenery Surrounded by thousands of mountains, it is even more late to leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of light and flame in its shade.
The shade under the rocks and the mountain stream are filled with ferns and other ferns. Small grass flowers of red, yellow, blue and purple are dotted on the green grass.
The larks in the sky and the orioles in the woods all flutter their reeds.
The breeze squeezed their voices into one piece and distributed them to all kinds of creatures with and without ears in the mountains. The peach blossoms were so fascinated by the sounds that they couldn't help but shed a few pink tears, which were condensed on the ground one by one. The little grass flowers were so drunk after hearing this that they also It falls and rises in time with the beat of the sound. There is no definite moment.
A group of children in the forest are picking up fallen peach blossom petals. As they picked it up, Qing'er suddenly shouted, "Gah, Yong Yong is coming!" The children stopped and looked forward to the end of the peach forest. Sure enough, Yongyong was also picking flowers there.
Qing'er said: "We are going to try Atong's skills today. If he can do it, how about we all tie the petals into a string of necklaces around him and call him the eldest brother?"
Everyone agreed.
A Tong walked up to Yong Yong and said, "We are waiting for you to come."
A Tong put his left hand around Yong Yong's neck and said as he walked : "Today they are going to arrange a dowry for you and teach you how to be my wife. Can you be my wife?"
Yong Yong looked at Atong hard, turned around and pushed him away with his hand, saying no. His hands were on his neck again. The children were laughing so hard they couldn't hold it anymore.
The children shouted: "We have seen Yongyong push people with his hands! Atong wins!"
Yongyong never rejects people, how could Atong know that? How could just saying that make her take action? Was it the rippling spring light that brought out her thoughts? Or is this the heart of heaven and earth? You see: the wandering thin clouds still fly from this peak to that peak. Listen: the song of the skylark and the oriole still fills the air and the woods. In this peach forest surrounded by thousands of mountains, except for the group of noisy children, everything is blurred by the spring scenery.
For this spring
Roland
Spring, I can’t say what it brings to you, I just feel that the whole thing is a struggle from desolation to prosperity. It is a severe test of man's endurance and will to survive against nature, and it is a very painful process. When everything is completed, the confusion about new life is like waking up from a big dream - you have to re-understand the world and your position!
Every season, every life, isn't it? Have they all gone through such a process? From struggling to be born to awakening in confusion, understanding the environment with completely unfamiliar eyes, adapting to survival, affirming themselves, and then once again going from prosperity to desolation, and from desolation to rebirth?
After all kinds of rushes, all kinds of warmth and coldness, days of wearing leather clothes, days of being crowded with people; carrying big and small bags, I don’t know why I can’t be drunk alone, but just stay awake. On the day when I can run around as usual, on the day of the Spring Festival, everything suddenly stops, maybe the transformation of the years has reached its peak, right? Then I go back home and light some fires, light some candlelight, and post some life messages in front of the door or in every corner. It symbolizes the determination to struggle and prays for the continuation and prosperity of life. Then, in the deep drunkenness like mellow wine, all the struggles and vigilance were suddenly lifted. There was the sound of cars on the street again, and the number of people once again changed from sparse to prosperous. The big trees outside got rid of the yellowing of the old age, and bloomed new leaves together with the peach branches on the trees. The calendar is about to cross to March. A new journey has been on the track for a while, and you are sleepwalking in this season of transformation.
How did you survive?
It seems that you have just found yourself at a strange starting point, looking around at a loss, trying to retrieve some memories from the past year and discover some things from last year. traces of. Starting from being helpless requires so much concentration to get rid of the old dream, and so much strength to move forward!
When I woke up, it was a light spring morning, and it was raining outside. Rain, the sound of cars passing by in the rain is so strange yet familiar. What kind of mood did you use to listen to this flowing procession? What was your bitterness like before, and what was your joy like? Were you at the peak of success or at the bottom of failure? Have you ever been for love? Are you excited or sad? Have you ever regretted what you have done wrong? Have you been disappointed because of something you have neglected? What have you done that you should do but have not done? What have you promised but not implemented?
There is a fog-like blank space between before and after the dream, right?
Maybe, maybe, there is still a scar that hurts, reminding you that the wrong misfortune is still going on; maybe, maybe, you remember that there is a small green leaf, waiting to bloom in the hibernation of your heart. hair. What are you trying to make up for? What are you trying to accomplish? What are you trying to pursue...
You need some answers.
And the days have flown by page by page in spring rain and spring sunshine, spring cold and spring warmth. Like some old love letters, the time and space that those thin pages flew through are no longer there.
What I am about to write is a letter that I should not write or send, but it is a letter that I most want to write and send. Send it to a green spring and tell him that your mood is filled with tender tears for this spring.
Nostalgia of Spring (Zhang Xiaofeng)
Spring must have been like this: From the green mountain tops, a handful of snow could no longer hold it, and with a puff, the cold face Smiling like a flower, a melodious song sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low deserted village, into the fence, into the yellow webs of a duckling, into the melting spring mud - —Spring mud as soft as a newly turned quilt.
So delicate, so sensitive, yet so chaotic. A sound of thunder can make the clouds in the sky cry for no reason; a burst of cuckoo's cry can make a whole city of azaleas anxious. A gust of wind blows, and every willow sings out a piece of white, fluttering catkins that can't be described or heard. Each strand of catkins is the semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so irrational and illogical, but it can still make people feel calm.
Spring must have been like this: a pond full of dead leaves and dead flowers clung to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of houses in the north were still gentle despite the wind and snow. Holding a small empty nest. Then, suddenly one day, the peach blossoms captured all the mountains, villages, rivers and valleys, and the willow trees controlled the royal ditch and the folk river heads - spring is like a king with a clear banner, and it becomes beautiful because of long-term prayers. .
As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before "The Book of Songs", before "Shangshu", before Cangjie coined the Chinese character, a lamb suddenly felt juicy while nibbling on the grass. , a child suddenly felt soaring while flying a kite, a pair of gouty legs suddenly felt the blood of water... When they rushed to tell each other in surprise, they decided to put their mouths into a whistle shape and use a kind of The sound of pleasant whispers names this season - "Spring".
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with their wings. And all birds have bad mathematicians. They chirped and counted, checked and checked, but in the end they still did not dare to announce the statistics.
As for all the flowers, they have been handed over to Butterfly to count. All pistils are given to bees to catalog. All trees are left to the wind to pamper them. As for the wind, leave it to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and consult one by one.
Spring must have been like this before, or is it still like this somewhere? Walking through the black forest between chimneys, I want to visit the spring that wanders in the distant era.
"Melody of Spring"
On the meadow of water, a beauty is standing, how beautiful is the scene? The picturesque Tujia town on the shores of Youshui River and at the foothills of Wufeng Mountain is a scenery that I will never get out of my heart. The name of the town is the name of the river, Carwash River. The surrounding green mountains are like a graceful mother hugging her. The town is the beauty that poets have been chasing for thousands of years and inadvertently escaped from the "Book of Songs". The streamers in her hands are the Youshui River.
From the age of fifteen to eighteen, I lived there for four full years.
It is said from the beginning that it is a place where beautiful women are born, and the water there is always clear all year round. I don’t know whether the eyes of the many girls turned into the bright waves, or whether the clear and bright river water condensed into the eyes of the girls. I still remember that every ripple in the river is so bright and bright, so clean, and can be seen at any time. Pick up a handful and put it into your mouth. It's so cool and sweet, filling your heart. At that time, girls loved to bathe and swim under the bridge. There were many passers-by and leisurely people enjoying the shade on the bridge. They had long been accustomed to our games, as if they were just a familiar scenery to the surrounding mountains and rivers. My friends are all as graceful and beautiful as water. Their skin is as delicate as that of the famous small town tofu. Their fair and rosy complexions are like ripe peaches. They are so fresh and delicate that no amount of washing can wash them away. fade. There were no swimming suits at that time, so we all wore small gowns sewn by ourselves, with our breasts slightly protruding, and we walked in and out of the water without any scruples. Tired of wearing clothes and swimming enough, they walked ashore one by one and sat on large bluestones to wash their clothes. Their long black hair was spread wetly behind them. They all had the waist of water snakes, and they were all charming mermaids. That laughter is as transparent as sunlight.
The town is a very quaint place, and the folk customs are as simple as the clear sky in autumn without any trace of clutter. The men's bathing place is very close to us, and sometimes a few naughty little men who think they are not old enough will sneak into our camp from the bottom of the water. At this time, it was like water droplets were sprinkled into a boiling oil pan, and the exclamations and cheers mixed with the high water droplets shot straight into the clouds. But regardless of whether they scream or not, all the mermaids will be united like never before, holding hands, grabbing at the feet, scratching the armpits, and scratching the soles of the feet, making the intruder exhausted, begging for mercy again and again, and finally obediently You can't go back to your own territory. This kind of game happens often, but it never leads to a real war. Everyone just plays and makes a fuss, and then happily disperses. In our hearts, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, the body is not a secret, beauty is everyone’s and is open to the public.
After visiting many cities, I realized that children in small towns are the happiest. While parents in the city warn their children over and over again not to bathe in the river, mothers in small towns often put their toddlers into the arms of the river. In small towns, I have almost never heard anyone tell their children not to bathe in the river. The river is their paradise, and even more so, their paradise. From the Dragon Boat Festival to late autumn and October every year, the children in the small town Have been soaking in the clear water. And after living there for so many years, I have rarely heard of anyone’s child drowning. This may be related to the pattern of small-scale repression and the living habits of small-town people.
The town is built on two rivers. All the houses facing the water have a wall base built from the river, with a large stilt building above it extending straight to the river. There are countless eyes paying attention to Xiaohe in the Diaojiaolou at all times. If something happens to a child, the eyes on the Diaojiaolou will see it most clearly. The most profound rescue activity in my memory was to save Teacher Ai's only daughter Ai Yun. For some reason, Ai Yun often fell into the river alone, and unknowingly she became a small weight that fell into the water, making those who found her The children screamed for help like a mountain and a tsunami. As soon as the cry for help rang out in the creek, the pots and pans in the stilted building rang out. I think the speed must have been faster than the wolf smoke in ancient times and the news tree during the Anti-Japanese War. In the blink of an eye, a man swam to Ai Yun's side gently and deftly, and lifted up Ai Yun, who was swirling in the whirlpool of the deep pool. This is always the time when men fully demonstrate their composure and competence, and this is also the time when the eyes of the women on the stilts shine most brightly. I witnessed this wonderful scene on a stilted building. The total time of rescuing people was less than two minutes. Although the time was short, it was so thrilling that I will never forget it even after many years. I still remember the big ugly who swam to Ai Yun first that time. Because the two brothers were very thin and looked like the monkey-skinned spirit, people were used to calling them big ugly and second ugly. But this time, his movements were very graceful. He gently opened the water, dived into the water like a small pike, and lifted the person up in the blink of an eye. Many women who usually didn't look at him looked at him with more appreciation and respect in their eyes this time.
In that special era, people in the small town were so poor that they often lacked money to buy salt. But there is wealth in the creek. I don’t know where the river at that time came from with so many fish, shrimps, and crabs. It was impossible to catch them all year round. As soon as the water rises, we can just put any tools such as a dustpan by the river, and we can catch a lot of fish and shrimps. At that time, we didn’t know how to use fish poison to poison fish. Fishing and catching crabs were our greatest pleasure. That's a really risky thing to do. Once, I put my little hand into a deep cave and grabbed a soft thing, thinking it was the tail of a big fish. When I pulled it out, I saw, my God, it was a colorful water snake! Fortunately, I had watched others deal with such situations quite a lot at that time, and I had some experience. I quickly threw away my arms and drew a few beautiful circles in the air. The water snake may not have understood what was going on, so it started from The cool nest flew to the hot hillside. After these trainings, I also developed the boldness of a farm boy. Later, in college, I saw girls who grew up in big cities screaming for a long time when they saw a caterpillar. It was hard to believe that they were not being pretentious.
What is richer than the river are the mountains surrounding the town. In spring, there are thorn moss, goat's milk, Mao Qianer, tea bubble and March bubble. In summer, there are dragon boat bubble. In autumn, there are August melon, carambola, wild jujube and wild pear. I have always suspected that these are things that only grow on mountains. After reading so many books, I have never seen some of them in books. For example, tea bubbles are like colorful light bulbs. They are red when not hot. When cooked, the white surface becomes a little green, and some have a few black mold spots on the white surface. It tastes tender, crisp and refreshing. , sweet and pleasant, no one has ever written about it in books. There is also the March Bubble, which looks very similar to the current strawberry, but is much more delicate than the strawberry. It is exquisite, crystal clear and fresh. The particles are small but the taste is sweet and fragrant. It seems that few people mention it in books. In addition to these wild fruits, there are mountain mushrooms. When we entered the city, we learned that people call them mushrooms. As long as it rains all year round, we can eat mushrooms. They are almost a main dish on people's tables in small towns. The most delicious ones are the fir fungi, which bloom twice a year. The spring fungi are golden and the autumn fungi are purple and extremely fragrant. They can not only be eaten fresh, but can also be used as a stir-fry seasoning for noodles. Making fungus delicacies throughout the year is a rare treasure. In addition, there are many rare animals in the mountains. After every autumn harvest, people begin to go up the mountains to catch the war. The wild boars, white noodles, and muntjacs taste particularly delicious when they get up. Some families can't finish the wild game, so they hang it on the kang to smoke it and bring it as precious gifts to relatives and friends far away.
Girls can’t go up to the mountains to fight, but all year round we stay in the mountains instead of in the water. We, a group of little girls, also have a child king, her name is Hong'e. She goes up the mountain to pick tea, mushrooms, and firewood. As long as Hong'e shouts, she goes up to the village and down to the village - the whole town's children will flock away. In the mountains, Hong'e takes good care of everyone. I am a latecomer. I came here after graduating from elementary school with my mother who was transferred to work. But I received the most care from Hong'e. Every time I picked up the least amount of firewood, and it was bundled loosely and I couldn't pick it back. Hong'e called out, "Bring me a vine," and someone put the vine in her hand. "Who has more firewood? Come over here?" Another person added two handfuls to my pile of firewood, and Hong'e quickly helped. I bundled the firewood again. It's a pity that I didn't live up to expectations. Before I had gone a mile, I shouted that I couldn't pick it up anymore. Every time, Hong'e ran forward quickly, put down her own firewood, and turned around to pick me up. Later, I was admitted to university and Hong'e was admitted to a famous school in the provincial capital. From then on, we left the small town. It's just that we are still on the same road coming and going, and I know she is still very good in college.
When they met for the first time, many Changsha yaozi looked at her dumbfounded: Is there really such a beautiful woman in Xiangxi? After graduation, we had no contact with each other. We met by chance the day before yesterday and found out that she had already established her company in provincial capitals and state capitals. After talking all night long, we returned to the picturesque town on the shore of Youshui River and at the foot of Wufeng Mountain.
Small town, my dear, are you okay?