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At the end of last winter, I wrote to a distant friend, saying that I would try my best to swallow the spring in Beiping this year.
This year, the spring in Beiping came very late. I didn't know where I was. I looked up and saw the green leaves in the yellow dust turning cloudy and catkins flying around, only to know that spring had not appeared yet through the thick yellow dust sand curtain and had quietly led to the distance.
What happens in the world is this-
Last winter was particularly cold and long. Every night, a person sits under the lamp, listening to the north wind whistling in front of the window, and the small building vibrates, feeling that there is no warmth in my heart. In the past winter, all happiness, liveliness, strength and life seemed to be frozen in the depths of every cell. I comforted myself bored and said, "Wait, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
However, the procession of strong wind, heavy snow and winter seems to be not over. One day, I saw the ice on the lake become soft, and my heart suddenly cheered up and said, "Spring is coming!" " "That night, the north wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky again, slapped my window angrily and blew away the spring in my heart. One day, I saw the tops of willow trees turn yellow. In the afternoon, there was no cold rain At dusk, I put on my winter clothes again.
Ninety days have passed-I don't believe in spring!
Several friends said, "Go to the Academy to see apricot flowers." Although I haven't heard from spring in my heart, I still follow you. When I arrived at Guanjialing, there were hundreds of apricot branches on my dusty face. At first glance, there were many flowers. Turning to Dagong, there are still a few red apricots in full bloom in the sunny valley, but the power of blooming is exhausted, not the mode of dense mangroves and alternating stamens.
I thought, "If spring goes, go!" The home center is also very calm, which is three points of mourning and seven points of hatred. In a word, I don't believe in spring.
On the afternoon of April 30th, a friend asked me to visit Haitang in Wu Jia Garden in Guajiatun. "I like the mysterious weather"-in retrospect, it was the only spring in the 1990s-and Haitang is my favorite, and I readily agree.
Dongpo hates begonia without fragrance, but I think, if it is not fragrant, I would rather have no fragrance. I planted several lilacs and pearl plums in my yard, Hosta in summer and Chrysanthemum in autumn, and I regretted it after planting. Because these flowers give me a headache, I can't fold them up and put them indoors Therefore, among fragrant flowers, I only love orchids, sweet-scented osmanthus, bean curd and roses, and among tasteless flowers, I like Haitang best.
Begonia is light red, red is "happy but not obscene", white is "sad but not hurt", surrounded by green leaves all over the tree. It is moderately slim, like a naive, fit and happy girl, and it is also the creator's most proud work.
In the sunset, I sat in front of those trees and flowers.
Spring is just around the corner
These four begonia are in front of Huaixin Temple, and the two in the north are larger, about five or six feet higher than the eaves of the temple. Behind the flowers, there is a clear blue sky and a faint semi-circle moon overlooking the treetops. On these four trees, there are thousands of delicate and delicate flowers of Qian Qian, crowded in the branches. ...
Have you ever seen kindergarten after school? Squeeze out a large group of dazzling happiness, liveliness, strength and life from the small door; This large group of jumps and surges are scattered around the greatness, creating an eternal spring in the season of life!
I felt the same way at that time in the spring when I worked hard on the branches of begonia.
The hatred of spring in the past has now disappeared. Looking up with joy, you can see brilliant spring, extravagant spring, bright spring-as if spring has lingered countless times and stopped a hundred times in the past 90 days, just to be here today!
Seeing that the time was just right, he politely declined to invite his master back. This spring, I swallowed a mouthful of fragrance! After three or four days, another friend came to ask me out, and I refused. It's always too late to look for spring everywhere this year. I know that if I had gone there, it would have been "an ocean of sadness". When spring comes, there is no need to stir the ocean of sadness.
Although there is only one spring in 90 days, it seems that spring has been rewarded and there is no more resentment. Just satisfied, I still feel a little sorry, just like children looking for each other after fighting. Everyone can't help but make it up, but they won't make it up at once. They just turned their backs, bowed their heads and pursed their lips and said, "I knew you had come to coax me into looking for me again. Why did you leave me there in the first place?"
The Willow
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand tapestries covered with green silk,
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
This park is not worth visiting.
Ye Shaoweng
Pity should be given to the moss on the fangs,
Small mouth firewood flies for a long time.
You can't close the garden in spring,
An almond came out of the wall.
Dawn of spring
meng haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How much does the flower know to fall?
Hui Chong Riverside Scenery
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring river plumbing duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
In a blink of an eye, the severe winter has passed and spring has quietly come to the world. "It's another year of green grass, and the spring breeze is ten miles of apricot flowers." Spring is hard-won, as Comrade Mao Zedong wrote in Yongmei: "Wind and rain send spring home, and snow flies to welcome the spring." Without wind and rain and the baptism of flying snow, there would be no spring. Liu Yin, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote in Tanchun: "The residual snow on the roadside protects the decaying wall, and the soft silk outside the city makes it yellow. Although the spring scenery is slightly pitiful, it is light and cold near the willow tip. " At the turn of winter and spring, the cold always refuses to give in, and the residual snow resists against the fallen wall. However, spring still stubbornly came to the wicker. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season. Spring scenery has always been loved by poets. Early Spring in the East of the City by Juyuan Yang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The poet's scenery is clear in the Spring Festival, and the green willows are half uneven. Stay in the forest and go out to see the flowers. " Han Yu's "Early Spring" dedicates two poems by Zhang eighteen members of the Ministry of Water: "The rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. " The "best" in the poem means that the Spring Festival is the best time of the year. Poets love and praise the Spring Festival, because the scenery of the Spring Festival is colorful and poetry can be seen everywhere. "Spring breeze and spring rain are poems".
Look at the Chunjiang River again: "When the sun rises, the river flowers win the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as blue as blue" (Tang Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"); "Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the spring river" (stone "Hui Chong Riverside Sutra"). When spring comes, the water in the river is as green as blue. Ducks first know that the river is warm and play freely on the water. The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is lush with flowers, bright red peach blossoms and green bamboo forests. The poet used red flowers and green water to describe the beautiful scenery of early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, which is vivid and interesting.
Look at the spring breeze again: "The raincoat is not wet when the east wind blows, and I walk deep in the peach blossom" (Luo Minghong Xian's Ode to the Back Garden); "A gust of wind blows catkins, and the shop smells better" (Don Li Bai's Breaking Up in a Hotel in Nanjing); "The wind wrinkles a pool of spring water" (Golden Gate by Feng Yansi in the Five Dynasties). It was a beautiful spring day, and the breeze blew on the water, wrinkling a pool of spring water and causing ripples. Willow flowers are floating in the wind, but they bring the fragrance of the store. I went to the place where the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The east wind brought light rain, but my clothes didn't get wet. It tells the story of peach blossom accompanied by drizzle and willow breeze, describes the lovely beauty of spring, and also tells the story that the spring breeze is so gentle and affectionate and full of warmth.
Look at the spring flowers: "Peach blossoms bloom without owners, lovely deep red and light red" (Tang Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside"). Peach blossoms in the Spring Festival have quietly told people that spring is coming. "A little flower is a spring heart" (Yan wrote "Slow down the study of calligraphy and makeup"). Catkin poplars, fluttering with the wind in spring, describe the blooming flowers in spring and the scenery is very charming.
Look at the insects and birds in spring: "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky" (Tang Du Fu's quatrains). The oriole sings tactfully on the green willows, and the egrets soar in the blue sky, with an open realm and beautiful scenery. "Counting the early warblers to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud" (Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang). Everywhere in the poem, we focus on the pleasant and beautiful spring scenery. It is because of the "early warbler" that we go to "warm the tree" and because of the "new swallow" that we are busy "pecking at the spring mud". This accurate and vivid description gives people a fresh and lively feeling. At the same time, "yellow" thrush, "green" willow, "white" heron, and so on are all in the poem.
As for the poet Zhang in the Tang Dynasty, he was praised by his predecessors as "one step in the whole Tang Dynasty" and by Mr. Wen Yiduo as "the poem in the poem, the peak on the peak", which has attracted countless readers for more than 1000 years. The name of the poem alone is fascinating and exciting. The whole poem combines spring, river, flowers, moon and night, which embodies the touching beauty of life. At the beginning of the poem, the topic is budding, which outlines a magnificent picture of the river and the sea. The tide is born in the moon, the flower under the moon and its fantasy and emotional entanglement in the face of the moonlight by the river. The whole poem gives people a mythical and wonderful realm. The poem makes beautiful sentences clear with delicate strokes, and the color is light and rich, the pen and ink are gorgeous, black and white complement each other, and the reality and reality coexist, just like showing people an elegant China ink painting.
The spring of the motherland is gorgeous and beautiful everywhere. "A year's plan lies in spring". Spring is a new beginning and the hope of the new century. Let's paint the Spring Festival in Wan Li with hard-working hands.