At the end of winter, if you hear the wind knocking on the window when you wake up at night, you might as well go to Daming Lake early in the morning.
The road along the lake is covered with dry willow branches. Some are thick and some are thin, some are long and some are short. Stepping on them will inevitably cause a feeling of desolation. It was once covered with willow leaves and graceful in the air, but now they are all scattered on the ground. Some wickers, more than one meter long, are lying by the lake, showing their desolation and tenderness. Even though it is withered, why should it fall from the tree? When you see the willow branches as thick as your arms on the ground, you know how strong the wind is at night. The spring breeze is no less ruthless than the autumn wind.
The spring breeze that blew down the dead branches also blew out the buds of the trees. The buds looked out like musical notes on the wicker, a little shy at first. The spring breeze blows one after another. Like a pair of passionate and inspired hands, playing impromptu over and over again, making the notes jump freely in the playing. The courage of the notes gradually increases, and the music becomes more and more beautiful and beautiful.
From goose yellow, to light green, to emerald green. From the shrinking buds, to the curled leaves, to the leaves completely unfolded. The willow branches change, the willow trees change, and the willow shadows in the lake also change. Along with the change, there is also every sway of the willow in the spring breeze. Yesterday's spring breeze blew yesterday's willows, today's spring breeze blew today's willows, and tomorrow's spring breeze will blow tomorrow's willows.
The spring breeze is sometimes strong, sometimes small, and sometimes not at all. Willow's dance is correspondingly sometimes intense and sometimes gentle. When it is gentle, it reveals elegance from the core; when it is intense, it does not lose its softness. When there is no wind, the spring willows stand quietly by the lake, dignified and elegant, and time flies through the hanging willows.
When the notes are the boldest, most innocent and lively, Chunliu is most proud. Some of the willow leaves just straightened their waists, smiling brightly at the blue sky or the lake. Some even bent over and peeked around with clear eyes. Every tree, every branch, every leaf has a different flavor. If you like to watch from a bridge, pick a bridge. Beizhu Bridge, Quehua Bridge, Nanfeng Bridge, etc., it’s up to you. If you want to see the willows by the bridge, just look at the willows by the bridge. If you want to see the willows in the distance, just look at the willows in the distance. If you want to take a picture, take a picture. If you want to sit under the pavilion and watch, or walk along the shore, that's up to you. Chunliu is no longer restrained, why should you have any scruples?
Weeping willows grow along the lake and grow along the river. When they meet the island, they form a circle around the outside of the island. I often take time to go to Daming Lake. When there are no flowers to see, weeping willows are the best scenery. Try to take a different road every time, cross a different bridge, and see different spring willows. Walk all the way to Cuiliuping Island and stand or sit on it. This is a great place to see willows, you can see them in all directions. There are also several willow trees growing on the island. You can look up at them carefully or look down at their reflections in the water.
From the island, the most eye-catching thing is the long row on the north shore of the lake. These spring willows are like girls. They have not forgotten last night's dream, and their hearts are full of emotions due to the spring breeze. Watching it, it feels like reading one beautiful poem after another, like listening to one beautiful song after another. The back of Liu looked gray. Although there are some plants that are evergreen all year round, the green leaves are very green with vicissitudes of life. This comparison makes the spring willows even more beautiful. Until one day, among the cover of weeping willows, a patch of pink, golden or snow-white appeared. Oh, the flowers are starting to bloom. Visitors' eyes will be attracted by the flowers blooming one after another. When I was on Cuiliuping Island, I also paid more attention to those brightly colored flower branches.
Willow trees also bloom, but the color is similar to the leaves, green or yellow-green. It makes people uninterested, or they don’t notice it at all, let alone appreciate it. Maybe you have counted the petals of peach blossoms and apricot blossoms, but you may not have differentiated the willow leaves and willow flowers on the willow branches. Some plants have colorful leaves that are even more ostentatious than their flowers. The weeping willow flowers bloom so quietly and unobtrusively.
In early spring, there are no beautiful embellishments. Spring willow needs some tricks, and it works hard to do it. When the flowers began to bloom, he quickly stopped.
The first spring breeze blows to the weeping willows. It is not afraid of the cold spring and gives Daming Lake a beautiful edge as soon as possible. It uses subtle changes in green to report the progress of spring and interpret the beauty of spring. They grow tall to spread the message of spring. It just wants to be the preface of Spring. The place where the main text begins is where the preface ends. So, with you, the flowers bloom, the spring willows guard the green alone, and walk towards summer. When Chunliu doesn't need to pay attention to appearance, she focuses on connotation. The willow leaves grow bigger and thicker, and the branches and leaves become denser and denser.
In Daming Lake Park, where flowers are blooming, a long-haired painter sits cross-legged on the withered lawn. He did not paint the blooming flowers. He faced almost the loneliest corner of Daming Lake and painted the dim cypress trees, holly and old houses. I thought he was full of autumn in his heart. When I saw the fresh and bright green in the painting, my heart skipped a beat. That is willow. In a large gray area, two small patches of tender green are shining, like bright lights in the dark night. A painter who understands spring willows, I think.
I raised my head and looked at the weeping willow in front of me. It was already very old. Every year, we are waiting for the spring breeze to blow past the tail of winter. As soon as the spring breeze comes, new buds will sprout and new branches will grow. If we don’t shake off the dead branches, over the years, the trees will surely become full of dead branches and become gloomy. The spring breeze is full of love, so there is no need to care about ruthlessness.
Everything that needs to be said has been said, and everything that needs to be done has been done. It is said subtly and beautifully done, but it never steals the show in the main text.
Spring willows are really the best introduction to spring, at least in Daming Lake.