Greenery in the heart
"The white sun shines in the spring sky in Chang'an, and the green poplar trees are covered with smoke and mulberry trees are blown by the wind." The word "green" indicates that Li Bai's "song" was in "Yangchun".
"When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue." In Bai Juyi's eyes, the green river in spring is so pure, like blue grass. Du Mu, on the other hand, used the beautiful sentence "Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing and the green is reflected in the red" to describe the magnificence of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, with red flowers and green leaves, how can the word "beautiful" be so good!
"Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin." Do you know? The green leaves and flowers have grown stronger, while the flowers have withered. Li Qingzhao, the poet, lamented about late spring, which can be described as "the ingenuity of man-made nature, which can be called a masterpiece" (Wang Shizhen, an outstanding poet in the early Qing Dynasty).
"The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river." Wang Anshi's famous sayings have been cited as good stories by poets of all ages. The word "green" is used extremely beautifully to make spring come alive. It is said that Wang Anshi changed the word more than ten times in order to make good use of it, and finally selected the word "green" from more than ten verbs such as "to", "guo", "enter" and "man". Because other words can only express the arrival of the spring breeze, but do not express the change of the new green scenery on the Qianli River Bank after the arrival of spring.
In addition, if you open a book of poetry, music, or novels, words such as "green jade", "green cloud", "green temples", "green ants" and "green sleeves" will also appear. It is not uncommon in poetry. Poets love green, not without reason. Green is the soul of spring. Without green, there would be no spring. Without green, there is no life.
The falling flowers and flowing water are gone in spring. One morning in late spring, I strolled to the suburbs to bid farewell to the passing spring.
However, what a scene I saw! Green fields, green woods, green villages, green grass, green water, even the clouds in the sky are green. That kind of green is not a monotonous green, but a three-dimensional green with layers. The wheat fields are dark green; the thin willows are yellow and light green; the poplar trees are green and dark green; the leaves of apple and pear trees are gray and light green...
The acacia has just sprouted buds, and strings of milky white flower spikes hang down from the branches, heavy and exuding fragrance in the gentle breeze. Bees were flying up and down busy collecting honey, and two magpies stood leisurely on another branch, looking at its nest.
The nest is hidden in a green. I guess there must be its eggs in that nest. The future life will be born in this green cradle.
I was stunned by the forest in front of me.
This is a nursery, and it seems to be a forest farm. The airtight green covered my eyes. Not only are the leaves and crowns of these trees green, but even the trunks are green. A kind of dense willow trees, heartbreakingly green, very much like the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, stretching as far as the eye can see. Broken sunlight scattered from the shade of trees to the ground, which was also dark green.
The green and nameless grass is unbearable to step on, as if it will break at the slightest touch. There are golden yellow flowers blooming among the grass. I know its name is bitter grass. Whenever I see this flower, I think of the image of "mother" in the famous novel "Bitter Cauliflower".
Bitter cauliflower root is a kind of wild vegetable with bitter flower fragrance. In the early 1960s, there was a "natural disaster" in China, and only grass grew in the fields, but no crops grew. I survive by eating them. My mother soaked the bitter vegetables I pulled out in cold water to remove the bitter juice, and steamed them for us to eat. At that time, the ground was green and people's faces were also "green". Literati described it as "dish". I think this "dish" is probably synonymous with "bloodless"!
Although bitter herbs are bitter, you can survive. To this day, I have a soft spot for bitter herbs. Love it more than peonies.
Perhaps frightened, a green bird suddenly flew through the forest and across the blue sky. Don't know its name. I wonder if this is what people often call "indigo" or the kingfisher in the painting?
I couldn’t help but think of Jiangnan. I was lucky enough to go to Jiangnan several times in early spring. Although not Qianlong. If you ask me what is my deepest impression of Jiangnan? I blurt it out without hesitation: green.
The green of Jiangnan has left a deep mark on my mind. Not to mention the spring willows in Suzhou gardens, nor the bamboo forests in Hangzhou's Hupao Spring, the spring water of the Li River alone is enough to be remembered for a lifetime!
That day, we stood on the yacht, with green mountains and green waters in front of us, lush phoenix-tailed bamboos lining the river to welcome us, and a row of egrets rising straight into the sky and disappearing into the white clouds. The scene was simply a living landscape painting.
My thoughts returned to the present. There is still green in front of me. An intoxicating green. At this time, I suddenly understood that green is not unique to Jiangnan. Green belongs to the world. Green is for everyone.
Is spring really gone? Flowing water and falling flowers. It turns out that spring is not only colorful, but also decorated with endless green. Facing the color green, not only did I not feel sad at all, but I felt very happy. Spring is gradually fading away, but it has left us a piece of green, infinite vitality to the earth, and also left us the hope of summer and the harvest of autumn.
Green is the symbol of life.
We are grateful for spring, and even more grateful for the boundless green.
Green will always be in my heart!