Jing Weihua, whose pen name is Mr. Baima, was born on September 20, 1977, in Jujia Village, Fengtai Township, Jingchuan County. He is currently a police officer at Luohandong Police Station of Jingchuan County Public Security Bureau. He started writing in 1995. While serving as a military reporter in the army, he published more than 40 pieces of news, essays and poetry in provincial and municipal newspapers and radio stations such as "Urumqi Evening News" and "Xinjiang Daily". In recent years, he has published more than 50 works such as "Moonlight Night Essay" and "Start Over".
Spring Rhythm
The deepest concern of bees
is the fragrant stamens
A gentle kiss
The peach blossoms are fragrant
I am also drunk by the spring
Two skylarks
Flying
A crisp song
< p>Awakened the rapeseed flowersIn full bloom
Spread everywhere
At noon
A red hen
p>Call out
A row of chickens
among the rape flowers
walking happily
< p>Peck the dewThinking of spring
The dock of memory
You smile and wave your hands
Dotted with white sails
In the mist
The sorrow of separation that I missed
After so many years
Do you still remember
When you left
< p>Thick windLight clouds
And the
Cauliflowers in full bloom
Catkins flying
The sunshine is as green as maple leaves
Spring
Spring is coming
Winter is gone
The sky is blue
The grass is green
The flowers are blooming
The wind is calm
The clouds are light
The mud swallows are flying back
The creek awakens the water plants
Stretched out
The river sang happily all the way
Coming forward
The willow dances with the giant pen of the sun
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Painting a picture of spring
Unfolded
Returning to the mountain for spring return
Returning to the mountain with willows and spring tide, mist and rain, the sky is covered with mountains, the higher they are.< /p>
Drunken with apricot flowers and butterflies, the enchanting people on the mountain are in the clouds
Spring Ode
The locust flowers fall to the ground, the rain comes, the mountains are covered with smoke, and the willow springs
When will the lonely sky in March return to the hometown?
Spring Journey
The falling willow dew is new and trendy. The swallows carry green peach blossoms early
The light clouds are spring in the distant mountains. Xiaoxiao, a row of kites go up for the night
Thoughts of Spring
The skylarks are happy, the peach blossoms are laughing, the yellow flowers are caged with green onions, the bees and butterflies are pretty
The trees are full of pear blossoms, and the spring night is drizzled with people. Thin and Qiao
Flowers bloom in one season and fall in another year, you are not smiling
Yingying wind and rain sigh, where is the king in the early spring? The rain is Xiaoxiao
Peach Blossom Ode
Recalling the past, the peach blossoms were red and full of spring fragrance and dew condensed in the garden
Today the peach blossoms are laughing in the spring breeze, but the people under the flowers have disappeared
Spring
A green breeze In March, the peach blossoms are fragrant and blooming
The wind blows in the willow mountain and the pear garden is filled with spring flowers like a sea
Spring is here
Spring is here
Singing songs all the way
Swinging long green hair
Waving the brush of sunshine
Throwing through the time and space of reincarnation
Quietly The sound is coming
Winter is gone
The sky is blue
The clouds are flying
The grass is green
< p>The birds are singingThe peach blossoms are smiling
The willows are floating
What a picture
Heaven and earth share the same spring
The beauty of all things
The Spring Love in the World
Picture Scroll
Freehand Spring
Who brings it
The seeds of spring
Who is waving
The flowing clouds in the blue sky
Who is moving
The flying clouds in the evening
Who blew away
the snowflakes under the shadow of the fence
Who gave the creek
the power of galloping
Who gave the earth
covered with green poetry
Ah, spring
A passionate season
I write for you Song
I sing for you
Spring Returns
Spring is coming
With tenderness
Elegance Catching the breeze
Coming gently
The moss is green
The willows are waking up
The birds are flying over with a song< /p>
Bringing the passion of spring
The awakening land
stimulating
the seeds of hibernation
Three Thoughts on the Moon
These days passed very quickly and in a bit of a hurry. March passed by quietly without realizing it.
In this season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, I did not go to the countryside with my wife and children to relax, go outing, see the spring, watch the scenery, relax my tired body and mind, nor did I go back to the mountain Yaochi to feel the breath of spring. I feel that this year’s spring It was so far away, as if spring had never come, and everything just flowed away quietly. I don’t know if I have missed a season or a season of life. Anyway, I missed it, which is a pity.
In previous spring months in March, I always liked to go out and watch the faint, wispy white clouds drifting by in front of the Yeyue Pavilion on the mountain. The clear white clouds, beautiful and natural, graceful, leisurely and spacious, pure and happy, allow me to regain my optimistic, wonderful and mellow self, and return to my elegant and noble true self. I can't help but think of the days when I returned from school and flew kites in the wheat fields of my hometown when I was a child. I recall the tranquility, beauty, loftiness and innocence of my childhood away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
I remember going to the countryside in March last year. The wind was warm, the clouds were gentle, the peach blossoms in the mountains were in full bloom, the willows were swaying, the spring breeze was warm, the both sides of the Jing River were full of spring, and the sparkling water was calm. As it flows by, the green grass expresses the vitality of spring. One day, on a whim, he took his wife and daughter to the river to fly a kite. Pulling a kite and flying it on the river bank, with my wife and children chasing after me, bursts of laughter floating from behind, I feel calm and light-headed, forgetting all favors and disgrace, and forgetting all troubles and troubles. As the kite flies into the sky, my heart seems to be flying thousands of miles easily in the sky, with clouds flying in all directions; I have a panoramic view of the vast snow-capped mountains, beautiful mountains and rivers, flowers in the fields, spring yellow flowers, and small bridges. I feel like a running deer and a chirping bird, with indescribable calmness and indescribable happiness. I am completely free and carefree. After flying the kite, I sat down on the ground with my daughter in my arms, and the fragrance of grass hit my face. I inadvertently thought of the spring mountain streams, gurgling springs, and gurgling streams passing by in my hometown. The beautiful and poetic, friendly and yearning mountain scenery; I also couldn't help but think of the beautiful scenery in the mountains. When I was a child, I was immersed in the scene of grazing cattle in the valley where there was sunshine, rain and dew, fragrant grass and the fragrance of flowers. At this moment, my heart is flying like a picture, all worries are gone, the clouds are light and sparse, my mind is rippling, and my heart is filled with remoteness and elegance.
This spring seems to be different from previous years. The sky has been gray all the time, and the climate is also very abnormal. Sometimes there are strong winds, dust is sucked in, sandstorms are flying, and sometimes there is wind and cold rain, which is bone-chilling and cold. Absolutely, not a trace of warmth, let alone any memorable moments.
However, no amount of emotion can allow us to retain the lost spring. The beautiful scenery is just a reincarnation. Perhaps, we have too many excuses to be confused, but there is no reason to waste our years, because the life lost can never be recovered.
Time flies by, years grow old easily, and people pass away like this. How many springs in a person’s life are worth wasting carelessly? How many seasons have we passed by inadvertently? It's like I have inadvertently missed March this year.
Thinking of the season when pear blossoms are in full bloom
When I woke up in the morning, it rained for a while and stopped. After a while, it started raining again, and it fell all over the ground.
There has been a lot of rain lately, so much that it’s heart-wrenching. However, I quite like the gentleness and delicacy of the rain, but I just don’t have the same mood as when I was young watching the rain. Sometimes, I really want to turn back time and go back to the days when I was young and knew nothing about sorrow, but I know that is a foolish dream.
Looking up at the sky, it is rainy and the clouds are dark, as if the endless spring rain is coming again.
On this drizzly day, people can't help but think of some childhood memories, and the days when the pear blossoms were in full bloom in front of my hometown.
At that time, every spring in March, the pear blossoms in the garden in front of my house would bloom. The green leaves set off the white flowers, filling all directions with the lingering fragrance, attracting butterflies and bees to shuttle among them, singing "buzzing" all day long. When the pure white pear blossoms reflected the sky in front of the door, my sister and I ran and played around the pear blossoms. The happiest thing is that my sister and I picked up the petals of pear blossoms, held them in our hands, put them in our mouths, tasted the fragrance of the flowers, and felt an indescribable tranquility in our hearts. We felt that the days were as pure and beautiful as pear blossoms. My sister loves pear blossoms even more. She put the newly picked pear blossoms in the book, saying that this way can preserve the season of pear blossoms. I always laugh at her for being crazy and stupid, but my sister doesn't care about what I say. The most unforgettable thing is the scene where my sister floated the pear blossoms in the basin of water and watched for a long time with tears in her eyes. When I was young, I really didn’t understand why my sister did that, but now I finally understand. Yes, it was her hazy Xichun complex that condensed and rose in her heart.
Thinking of pear blossoms also reminds me of my mother bending down in the pear orchard to loosen soil, fertilize, weed, and remove flowers from the pear trees. My mother was still very young at that time. She wore a straw hat and a raincoat. Her young figure was like a young pear tree turning over the earth in the rain.
A few days ago, I made a special trip back to my hometown to see the pear blossoms in front of my door, but when I returned, I had disappeared from the pear garden, leaving only an empty and flat ground. The folks told me that all the pear trees died of old age three years ago and were dug up by commune members. After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel dejected, and an invisible sadness surged into my heart. Standing under the three tall, green, tall, lush and strong cypress trees that my father planted when he was young, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Nowadays, my father and mother are getting old, and the pear orchard in front of my door has collapsed. Only the petal memories of the pear blossom season in my childhood linger in my heart for a long time.