"Looking for spring must be in early spring, and seeing flowers should not wait for flowers to grow old." In fact, I have learned this sentence by heart for a long time. It's just that I seem to have lost interest in going out to enjoy the scenery because of my busy business and lazy hands and feet on weekdays. Somehow, on a whim, I drove on my way to the Yellow River estuary for a spring outing.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is beautiful and the wind is light. I am wearing a mid-spring sunrise and driving in the spring breeze. Through the window, the wind brushed my cheeks and the sun shone on me. The long-lost physical and mental pleasure and frankness slowly relaxed my tense nerves, and the troubles, sorrows, unhappiness and pains that were trapped in my chest on weekdays also drifted away with the wind. About an hour later, the car drove into the Yellow River estuary hundreds of miles away from home. Climbing the high watchtower, I really appreciate the ancient people's artistic conception of "not afraid of floating clouds covering my eyes, but afraid of the highest place" I was so absorbed that I saw the rolling Yellow River roaring down like a yellow dragon, shaking its head and tail. At the moment of rushing into the sea, the original blue and calm sea surface immediately rolled up layers of waves, and between the peaks and valleys, yellow and blue superimposed clearly. This is simply a thick ink painting! While I was intoxicated by the genius of nature, I was also deeply shocked by the majestic momentum of Huanglong rushing to the sea. However, what surprises me even more is this magical and young wetland under my feet!
The Yellow River flows eastward, carrying sediment into the sea. Due to land reclamation year after year, a world-famous wetland with an area of 6.5438+0.53 million hectares has gradually formed here. The wetland is rich in aquatic plants and excellent environment, which has become a paradise and paradise for countless rare birds, fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs to thrive. According to historical records, there are 393 species of wild plants, more than 800 species of fish, and 265 species of birds. Only Oriental white crane, golden eagle, white-naped crane and red-crowned crane account for 5 1 species of these precious national protected birds ... In my daydream, a group of egrets flew over my head. It seems that these spirits who have gone through hardships and migrated from distant South Pacific islands. Sometimes they hover in the sky, sometimes they flutter and dive, stirring up a spring water among the dense reeds. This scene reminds me of the quatrain in the dream of Li Qingzhao, a poetess in the Song Dynasty: "Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and start a beach of gulls and herons".
I was surprised to find a huge Tamarix forest deep in the wetland, where a pool of seagulls and herons were stunned. Tamarix trees are next to each other, one holding the other, both like lovers in love and like elderly couples holding hands. This deciduous shrub unique to the Yellow River Estuary is not as tall and straight as willows, nor as graceful and elegant as weeping willows, but its short body is extremely strong, and its dense branches are like clanking iron bones, all of which are full of vigorous vitality. She put her roots deep into the barren soil, endured loneliness and loneliness for years, and sucked the bitter saline-alkali water without complaint. She didn't bow to the wind and waves, nor did she bow to the cold hail. She always unfolds the rings with her own attitude and always witnesses the vicissitudes of life in her own way. It is her indomitable and indomitable personality charm that has attracted many literati and poets to write poems throughout the ages and endowed them with rich colors. Xin Li, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, said with relish, "I love you. The trees are wonderful, and the leaves in Chiba are hanging down ... The house is full of greenery, and the purple-eared eagle is lost." Bai Juyi even praised her: "There is a monster with a wooden name, and I look at the green Tong Tong from a distance. The roots are not strong, but the leaves are covered. Color like cypress, scales like pine. For the same pine and cypress, in Jiashu. The branches are weak and invincible, and the potential is high and often afraid of the wind. The snow is still low, and the wind blows from west to east. Soft as a willow, the phoenix tree falls early. There is only one reward and there are no moths in the center. " ……
Now, under the soft voice of the spring girl, the Tamarix forest has been scrambling to take off the taupe coat imposed on them in winter. Bright red and soft branches are drawn on the bare trunk, and the slender branches are covered with pink and green buds. Breeze blowing, branches swaying with the wind, just like a girl's fluttering skirt, but also like a girl's graceful dance ... I stood on the high watchtower and watched the sunrise of the long river, and my heart was full of pride; I'm not surprised to see Huanglong jump into the sea; Looking at the blue sky and blue fields, I feel relaxed and happy ... this is clearly a flowing poem and a solidified painting. Spring at the mouth of the Yellow River makes my heart drunk! The beautiful big wetland makes me fall for it!
I reluctantly walked down the watchtower, along the rugged and winding oil field production road to the west, and unconsciously drove into a deep and vast locust forest belt. This black locust forest belt stretches for hundreds of miles. It is said to be the largest artificial Robinia pseudoacacia forest in East China. It's like a natural barrier. In the embrace of rivers and oceans, Luo Zhi has provided raging sandstorms and years of rain and snow for the Yellow River Estuary. Nowadays, this Robinia pseudoacacia forest has not only become a unique landscape of the great wetland, but also is famous for its rich Sophora japonica honey with jianghai flavor. Every year when the flowers of Sophora japonica are fragrant, bees swarm in all directions. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, purple flowers are blooming, bees are dancing, birds are singing and butterflies are wandering. The vast forest belt has become a coveted fairyland and paradise on earth. Due to the hard work of bees and bees, the sweet honey of Sophora japonica flowers keeps flowing in all directions.
It's mid-spring. Although it's still some time before Sophora japonica blooms, a hill-like tent has already been set up in the forest of Sophora japonica and beside the ravine, and rows of beehives are scattered around the tent. I remember Andrew West, an essayist who died young, wrote in his famous essay The Beekeeper: "Beekeepers are the happiest people in the world. He lives with the loveliest creature in creation every day and lives near flowers all his life. Beekeepers are also lonely people in the world. He took his bees away from people's earthquakes and passed on the essence of natural beauty to the world. " Curious and puzzled, I decided to approach the beekeepers in a foreign land, so I stopped in front of a tent on the roadside.
The owner of this tent is a middle-aged couple from the depths of Daba Mountain. The man's surname is Han, and he wears a headscarf that can't distinguish colors. He looks like an old man in his fifties. His rough and dark face is full of vicissitudes of life and the helplessness of life. After a few commonplaces, Lao Han and I began to talk. "The life span of bees is very short. It usually lasts for two months, and some of them last less than 20 days. Maybe it's because its life is short, it keeps picking flowers and making honey, or maybe it's because it keeps working hard and finally its physical strength is exhausted. " Lao Han seemed a little sad when he said this and paused. He Zaba said with emotion, in fact, people who fly bees are like bees to some extent, following the rhythm of the season, chasing the footsteps of flowers and migrating back and forth aimlessly. Where there is a honey source, there is their home, and they spend almost all the year on the road. "In the eyes of others, beekeepers may be the happiest people in the world. They are far away from secular disputes and travel all over the country, keeping company with nature every day, listening to the sounds of mountains and rivers, and smelling birds and flowers. In fact, where do they know the hard work of beekeepers! " Lao Han shook his head with a thick accent in southern Sichuan.
At this time, there was a heart-wrenching cough in the tent, and Lao Han immediately got up and got in. After smoking about half a cigarette, Lao Han came out and said to me with a guilty face, "I'm sorry, she is a patient." It turns out that Lao Han's wife is a patient. Three years ago, Lao Han's wife suffered from cerebral thrombosis, leaving a hemiplegia. Although she received various treatments, her condition was not cured. Lao Han has 80-year-old parents and a pair of school children. Bees are the only hope of the whole family. Lao Han, who has been keeping bees for decades, is destined to wander around and release bees for a living. In order to take care of his wife in time, Lao Han had to take her. For more than a thousand days and nights, Lao Han took his sick wife and hundreds of beehives, wandering among the mountains in the north and south of the great river and walking on the buildings in Yuan Ye on both sides of the Yellow River. Wherever he went, the first thing he did was to set up a tent to settle his wife, and then set up a stove to fetch water and cook. Lao Han said with satisfaction: I am very practical when I watch bees return to their nests every day. Get into the tent after work every day and watch my wife fall asleep quietly. My heart is sweeter than freshly brewed honey, and it feels good to have a home!
Before you know it, it's dusk, and the whole Yellow River estuary wetland is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset. I stood outside Lao Han's tent and stared at the beautiful, magical and charming wetland. I can't bear to leave for a long time. ...