I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different at this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. The lotus pond is surrounded by trees, which is very gloomy. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon Yuan (yuán) is female, and she is willing to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan.
Thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
Where are the willows of Feng Zikai?
It is said that this plant is the meanest. Cut a branch and stick it in the ground, and it will live, and later it will become a big willow tree. It doesn't need noble fertilizer or deep ploughing. As long as there is sunshine, soil and water, it will live, and it will be very strong and beautiful. Peony flowers eat fat intestines, grapevines eat broth, many flowers and trees eat bean cakes, and willow trees don't eat other people's things, so people say it's "cheap". Probably "expensive" means eating. The more you eat, the better, and the more you eat, the more expensive it is. Eating too much is useless, but it looks more expensive. For example, peony is more expensive than grapes, because peony is useless to eat fat intestines, while grapes eat broth and have fruits. Willow does not eat people's things, but has wood for people to use, so it is regarded as "base".
I admire the beauty of willow, but its beauty is different from peony and all other flowers and trees. The main beauty of willow lies in its drooping. Most flowers and trees grow upward. Red apricots can grow "outside the wall" and ancient trees can grow "towering". Upward is good, but I often see lush foliage, as if I forgot the roots below, disgusting! You live on him. Why not just sit on it and never talk to him? Your life is based on him. How can you only covet your own glory without looking back at the roots in the soil? Most flowers and trees are like this. Even the roots below were smashed, but the flowers and leaves above were still thriving. Being a last-minute Fu Wei there is really hateful and pitiful! Willow is not so hateful and pitiful: it is not that it will not grow upward. It grows fast and tall; But the higher you grow, the lower you hang. Tamarix chinensis lour, a strange man, never forgets his roots. They often bow down at the bottom, always take advantage of the spring breeze to worship the roots in the soil, or kiss them, as if a group of lively children were playing beside their loving mother, and always bent down to their loving mother, or jumped into her arms, which made people feel very cute. There are some willows higher than the wall, but I don't think they are too high. I can work for it without forgetting my roots.
Since ancient times, poetry and prose often take willow as the main theme of spring. Write the spring scenery as "a thousand trees hang down on the poplar", write the spring scenery as "tamarix chinensis lour", and even call it "wicker spring". I think this is not only because of the willow branches in spring, but because its trees have a special attitude, which is in harmony with the quiet and beautiful spring. This special gesture is "drooping". Otherwise, when few trees germinate in spring, why should wicker be the master of spring? It is precisely because other trees rely on the power of spring that they strive for high and forget their roots. Their greed is not in line with the spirit of spring. The only thing that best symbolizes the spirit of spring is weeping willows.
This is the feeling of a whim when I saw the willow trees near the West Lake yesterday. But I don't just appreciate the willows by the West Lake. In the spring these days, willows everywhere in the countryside have such a commendable gesture. West Lake seems too expensive, but it is not suitable for planting this kind of "cheap" poplar.