This year has been a bit poetic. In addition to meeting some relatives and friends, I left myself a little more leisure space. This kind of space is not far away, but right in front of us.
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the sun is still shining brightly. The weather was nice, so I could have gone to Chaoshan to look for plum blossoms with my brother, but because I got up late, I didn’t go with them, which left me with a little regret.
In the evening, my brother shared the pictures of this trip on WeChat Moments, and I immediately captioned these pictures with poems. When I uploaded the pictures and texts to my circle of friends, it felt like I had gone to Chaoshan.
"Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and the distance." When there are poems and the beauty brought by the distance, the carelessness quietly walks away. Isn't this what life is like?
"Chaoshan" is in Yuhang, an hour's drive away from me. When the Liangzhu Civilization was born in this place, people today gave it a more beautiful name: "Meilizhou".
This place makes people feel beautiful when listening to it. Now that the plum blossoms are blooming in Chaoshan, the poem has a grand scene brewing in the heart. Such delicacy is a kind of unrestrained heart.
The plum blossoms in Chaoshan bloom in my heart. The rhyme of the poem walks in the plum forest, wandering between reality and imagination, making people feel that one does not have to go through the beautiful continent in person to appreciate the complete beauty.
The distance is right in front of you, as close as your feet can touch. Poetry is at your fingertips, the line spacing that your soul can create with a single stroke. Life passes through it enthusiastically.
Poetry, as long as it lines up, can have a sense of beauty. The distance can be beautiful as long as it has a name. If your heart is here, why go to a distant place?
On this most solemn day of the year, my mood seems peaceful, simple and extraordinary. A good life is often a greenhouse created by the soul. The taste of life is just between nodding and lowering eyebrows.
Looking for plum blossoms in the mountains·Meilizhou
Knowing the autumn leaves, traveling to the mountains,
The spring breeze passes through Meizhou.
The plum trees are in full bloom,
A thousand-year-old red tree in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
The small bridge reflects the spring water,
The youth on the shore appears calm.
Blossoming smiles are like greetings and farewells,
The scenery is full of poetry.
Looking forward and looking forward, my heart hesitates,
The pavilions and pavilions are full of wine and flags.
The natural way is vast,
The same lineage inherits the Song of Wu and Yue.
The winding paths are fragrant and the scenery is beautiful,
The sleeves are flowing and the body is dancing.
The sun is in full bloom and brightens the sky,
The clear light blue wipes the heart.
Where is the so-called Yiren now?
The scenery is endless on the branches.
There are not enough different kinds of scenery.
Only the style can be retained.