My first yearning for azaleas was after reading Li Shangyin's Jinse. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "At that time, I thought, what kind of flowers should azaleas be? The poet writes so beautifully! I yearn for it in my heart and can't help but pay attention to it everywhere. Suddenly found that many literati are writing cuckoo. In particular, seeing the legend about azaleas has strengthened my desire to see the beautiful and confusing appearance of azaleas.
It has always been thought that rhododendrons grow thousands of miles away in the west or south of Shanhaiguan, in the middle of Shu or in the northwest of Wan Li. I thought to myself, if there is an opportunity, I will take a book, a bottle of water and a bag to Sichuan, just to see the cuckoo who is learning Chinese characters. I remember that in spring and summer, azaleas are in full bloom in my dreams. They shine, shake off dew, smile brightly in the sun, and smell fragrant for seven miles! "Wan Li in the butterfly dream, Zi Guizhi on the third night of last month." I don't want to wake up every time I dream. I am afraid that once I open my eyes, the pink petals will fall somewhere.
I accidentally read an article in the writers association group, only to know that there are large areas of azaleas in Baoqing Taiping and Shuangyashan Ziyunling. So I broke my hands and pointed out the days, waiting for the arrival of spring and the season of blooming flowers, and looking forward to a beautiful encounter with azaleas. In other words, I sent some beauty to the joy of flowering moment.
I finally look forward to the spring breeze of azaleas in April, but I don't want the light rain to continue day after day. Itchy in my heart, I keep looking out every day, wondering if the green rain will bring flowers. In the expectation of joy, Xiaoyu finally put away the sleeves stained with a river of spring water, and the crystal sunshine fell down, giving people a gentle and sweet feeling.
Taking advantage of the gentle breeze, I floated out of the street with my skirt lightly, three miles out of the city, and came to the boundary of Taipinggou. As soon as I approached the mountain, the coolness came to my face, and the wind was wrapped in rich floral fragrance, which was refreshing. Thinking from the bottom of my heart, whose fragrance is UFO deep in the mountains? Looking around, the new green willows on both sides came into view, and clusters of red or yellow flowers danced gracefully in the wind, like ladies welcoming guests.
Walking forward, a stream flows down from the top of the mountain like a jade belt, and there are clusters of flowers beside the stream. Before long, the smiling face of the sun shone shyly, and the stream was moistened by the flush of flowers. The brightness between the streams set off against the crystal of dew on the petals.
Further on, there are patches of azaleas everywhere, like a huge purple sea of flowers, and several trees are uneven. These trees and I are floating in the sea of flowers like ripples. At this time, it is already unclear whether the stream moistens the delicate flowers or whether a stream gushes out from the fragrant sea of flowers. Xiangxi and Huahai are surrounded by green hills. It gives people a feeling of "Qian Shan jade and green cuckoo".
There are more and more azaleas in the upper reaches of the river. Clusters, clusters, open in the cracks of the rock. The hillside is steeper and steeper, and the rocks are rugged, like skinned bones and like the forehead of philosophers. After thousands of years of wind, rain and sunshine, the rocks are scattered and exposed, and the stones are covered with dust and peeling moss, just like the blood scab of the wound. Some grass grew under the dust and flowers grew on the stone.
The path is rugged and climbing, and it is full of purple azaleas. In fact, these looming thin lines behind the mountain are not roads, but the footprints of flower lovers. I don't know whether the footprints of the hiker stepped out of the road among the flowers, or whether the flowers spread and grow with the footprints of the hiker. This overwhelming purple swept through and awakened the whole spring in the cold season! A spectacular scene is like a grand ceremony. "The wahoo wind turns crimson, and Qiongzhi basks in red yarn. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower. There is no reason to move to someone else. "
Rhododendron, a famous flower carved by nature, is known as the "beauty in flowers". She has five petals, as thin as a butterfly feather, and the sun shines through, but the quality is frozen. The corolla is beautiful and pure, and the petals are slightly flushed in the middle, just like a little cinnabar between the eyebrows of a woman, gently kissed by the morning dew, as if the lips of a Zi Xuan fairy were warm and deep red. She stays away from the noise, takes root in rocks, and is only charming for flower lovers!
"Cold ling spend long thoughts, linxi slim lotus. Shan Ye Yuan Ye is full of wind and bones, and the fragrance is exhausted! " Rhododendron, some places call her "Big Purple Fragrance", some places call her "Yingshanhong, Jindalai, Shan Shiliu, Red Falling or Qingming Flower", and some places call her "Qilixiang". Behind every name, there is a touching story, and every story implies a kind of affection and beauty.
I want to build a wooden house among the pines in this mountain. The sun and the moon shine on the window. I will idle my time, listen to the wind and smell the flowers in the stream. Seasoning, put in a pot and cook at a moderate temperature; In the box, the book is Shimada Hanzo's, and the paper and pen are put aside. If the flower watcher comes, pick up the cup and drink quietly for a while. I carved a Tang poem or a Song poem on a jade-like grain of rice, put it in a small drop-shaped bottle, and sealed it in the bottle to give it to each other. With a flick of your sleeve, you can say goodbye, Kuan ...