Zong Pu
I can't help but stop.
I have never seen such a blooming vine. I saw a brilliant lavender, falling from the sky like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.
Spring has faded here, and there are no people enjoying flowers and no butterflies around bees. Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively!
"I have blossomed!" They are laughing.
"I have blossomed!" They shouted.
Every spike is in full bloom at the top and waiting to be released at the bottom. The color is light and dark, as if purple is deposited in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a small full sail with a sharp bottom. The cabin is bulging, like a smile that can't help laughing, and it is about to open. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.
But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also slowly flowing in my heart. Flowing, taking away the anxiety and sadness that have been pressing on my heart these years. This is a secret about life and death and brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and happiness of life.
In addition to the brilliance here, there is also a faint fragrance. The fragrance seems to be lavender, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that 10 years ago, there was a big wisteria outside my house. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something. Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted. At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption. I once thought regretfully: There are no vines here.
After so many years, the vines are blooming again, and they are so full and dense. Purple waterfalls cover the thick branches of the disc, flowing and flowing to people's hearts.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.
In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.
1May 6, 982
Go and look at the clouds.
Ouyang bin
Are you a little tired of spring? Then let's go-look at the clouds!
Riding a rotating bicycle all the way, let the breeze lift beautiful black hair; Along the long embankment gently brushed by willows, we fled the noisy city smartly; By the way, I lost a string of humming pop songs in a wide city street.
There is such tender grass waiting for us in the green space, and there is such sunshine tempting us. What are you hesitating about? Let's just lie there at twelve o'clock, quietly, and look up at the clouds that floated that day.
Clouds, one after another, float in the sky, blue as a lake. Such as a sail shadow, such as a flock of sheep, such as a pile of snow, such as a group of beautiful figures of boys and girls as lovely as possible. It originates from rivers, lakes, valleys and forests.
Why do you want to rise? Why are you drifting? Why pursue it? Is it because of irresistible temptation that this invisible combination is produced? Because of what eternal worries, is there such a silent complaint? ! Clouds, moving gracefully. The cloud is constantly changing, the wind is a genius and a great director, and the sky has become the widest stage.
The blue sky, the new green grass and the gentle and humid breeze have all become the depth of field of clouds-naturally, these boys and girls lying here are all dressed in rhubarb red. Everything is deeply intoxicated. Living in the beautiful nature. Life is also a landscape. Life and nature constitute the eternal scenery in the universe.
Cloud is a kind of temptation, under which we can't lie down any longer. Get up if you can't lie down! Sing or dance happily! Sunshine shines golden light for us, and youth exudes charming fragrance in spring. Laziness and carelessness do not belong to us, moldy memories do not belong to us, distorted life does not belong to us, and the mask of hypocrisy does not belong to us. We are the clouds! A living white cloud! Clouds floating in spring reflect the sunshine! A young and energetic cloud forever!
With a kind of courage to pursue, life is always young; With a young mind, life is always fresh!
Listen! Spring breeze is coming, what are you waiting for? Come on, friend, let's see the clouds!
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How nice it is to face the light cold in early spring, or go hiking and hiking. Perhaps, the scenery in early spring is too dull; But it is precisely because there is no colorful provocation that it is more suitable for walking and meditation. ...
Taking advantage of the holiday, I went out of town for a spring outing
"It snowed in the mountains last year. Where is the peak of spring? " At present, thistle is covered with sand and Yanshan is covered with snow. What can we rely on to find the first pair of footprints in spring? ..... Well, the shadow of spring should be green. If you find the first grassland on the earth, it must be the place where spring has just settled. There must be spring.
I didn't walk on the field path, but went to the wilderness.
A cool breeze blows gently. This is probably the afterglow of the new moon. "The cold in Yanbei is late." All I can see with my eyebrows down is grass that withers every winter. Who knows if one or two plants dare to break through the ground? Even if there is, I'm afraid it's hard to find. ...
Through the sparse forest and across the small bridge, the flowing water under the bridge is silent and slow, as if the last piece of ice has just melted, and the hesitation of freezing has not dissipated ... I can't help but blame myself: although it is a trip in early spring, it is too early. However, when it comes, it is safe-let's go.
Gradually, the Yanshan Mountains in the clouds became clearer and clearer. At the foot of the mountain, there is a big stone lying. Turned and sat down, inadvertently, looked up at the nearby route ... what? In the distance, by the bridge, by the sparse forest and on the empty ground, there is a new green! A closer look shows that there is still a little goose yellow in it-so tender and fresh. But that open land, obviously I just passed by and didn't see a bud of new grass. Is it neither too early nor too late? When I got on the bridge, it was behind me. In spring, I quietly flew to the edge of the forest. ..... I suddenly stood up and ran towards the grass.
Under the small bridge, the running water is still slow; The edge of the forest widened and reached the foot of the mountain again. It is still a few withered grasses, and this area is sparsely populated. Don't you just fear the cold in spring and fly away with a green shadow as soon as you land?
Oh, that's "the grass seems close, but it doesn't exist"!
He ran back to the foot of the mountain, in front of the big stone; Turn around and look around again, yes, the grass on the edge of the sparse forest has a faint color, which seems to be thicker and wider than before. "The grass is far but not near." Why can this grass color in early spring only be seen from a distance? Looking back on what I saw along the way, yes, I said I was looking for spring, but I only looked down, and my vision was naturally limited to a short distance. "The grass in your north is as blue as jade"; Even one or two buds are hard to see after three or five steps, let alone overgrown with weeds. If you look around, those buds are even tiny green particles, then if you have a panoramic view, there will be countless particles. Countless tiny green particles spread horizontally and vertically, dense and thick with grass color-look over there, a touch of new green. The withered grass was drowned by the cheerful vitality.
At this moment, I seem to have found the footsteps of spring.
Really, even if you travel in the wild, you need an eyebrow eye to look around to see endless spring scenery from countless budding scenic spots. Then, in order to live ... on the road of life, in the process of struggle, there will always be haze, frost and snow; However, although the new moon is like a rock, time has not solidified for a moment. "Today is the twelfth lunar month, and spring is moving." This is a poem and an eternal law. Just as snow is cloudy, whoever can find the first touch of new green in his heart, warm it with his own heart, and urge it, will have an inner world of lush grass and bright sunshine. There is a spring in your heart, so go. Even if it is really "Yanshan snowflake as big as a seat", it will melt immediately when it touches the hot chest. If someone's inner spring is connected with the first grass color on the earth, it will take a bigger step. Such footsteps will clang every time they land; Where there are buds on the roadside, they will bloom.
Mayakovski once said: "It is best to write a poem about May Day in winter, because I miss spring very much at this time." He calls for spring in his own poems and creates spring with his own poems. As for me, I just want to see further at this time. He who sees far must climb high. "Climb Yueyang Tower tomorrow, and the island will see spring in the fog." At present, although there is no balcony to climb, there stands the majestic Yanshan Mountain behind it. I think, when I climb that mountain and look back ... maybe I will blame myself: it's really too late to start this kind of outing and hiking now. In fact, explore the information of spring: why rely on any green shadow; As long as you climb to the height far enough to see, through the light smoke and haze of thousands of miles, through the transpiration of green watermelon, you will feel that the earth is breathing rapidly, and spring is restless in the belly of Mother Earth. ...
Boundless spring scenery surges from the vast horizon. However, you should not stop. I know that more attractive spring scenery will continue to be discovered; It's waiting for me ahead.