At this time, there will be a kind of purple wild flowers in the fields and village roads. I saw a gorgeous and natural purple flower in the wild. In the fields of spring, it is the most abundant. But every year, farmers will voluntarily plant some base fertilizer for spring ploughing.
Until March and April in the countryside, when Chinese milk vetch blooms, you will still see the message sent by girls dragging green skirts in time series. Graceful Tingting holds a "small umbrella" and uses the dew of spring rain to set off the beautiful scenery of meeting in a Nagano.
When I was a child, Chinese milk vetch seemed to be exclusive to our rural children. I remember that every time we go home from school, or when we are shooting pig grass, or when we are herding cattle, we children will roll around in a large field full of grass seeds and flowers in a naughty way. It has preserved a fairy tale that will never fade for our childhood, so that after a long time, I still feel that this ordinary plant can't read its ordinary and profound symbolic significance.
Just as big fish and big meat are tired of the appetite of city people and looking for "green food" has become a new fashion, the unique faint grass smell of Chinese milk vetch will also become a mouth-watering memory. This memory borders on luxury. One picture I can never erase from my memory is the delicious kimchi pickled with Chinese milk vetch.
In fact, Chinese milk vetch is a very common plant. Is it flowers or grass? The villagers have no time to think. Said it was a flower, and it didn't enjoy the princess treatment of flowers. Farmers only use it as base fertilizer and livestock feed for rice fields; It is said to be grass, with a flower like a small torch on its tender stem. Its flowers are umbrella-shaped, purple, but not pure purple, but purple with red and red with white, dreamy. They avoid worldly pursuits and gather into ocean-like colors with personal delicacy.
The petals of Chinese milk vetch are striped like chrysanthemums. Thin and delicate strip petals are lined with tiny round green leaves, tiny and tiny, one petal next to another, forming a flower, one piece at a time, forming a bunch, one piece at a time, forming a beautiful and happy flower carpet. Low body, plain color, purple, beautiful and gratifying. Peas, melons, fruits, vegetables and other crops planted by farmers nearby are like a quiet and beautiful picture of spring flowers and grass in the countryside.
The flowering period of Chinese milk vetch is very long, and it will bloom in about a month. In the meantime. It has always been gorgeous. Different from those giant household flowers, they have obvious processes of germination, extension, full opening and withering. It seemed like that when it opened, and it was always so prosperous in the middle. One day, all the flowers suddenly disappeared, leaving only leaves and grass stems. Soon, farmers plowed and raked the ground, and the grass stems were turned into fertilizer by roots. They bloom and disappear neatly and peacefully. So are other wild flowers.
So I like them very much. I like them to dress up the pastoral spring scenery with beautiful flowers and faint fragrance when flowers bloom; I like their Chinese milk vetch pickles with grass flavor; I prefer their dedication and sacrifice from birth to death!
The weather in May is not too hot, but catkins are like snow.
It's still a little cold to take the tram in the early morning or at night. The chilly wind passes by the ear, and the chill directly enters the body from the skin.
Although I have gained a little weight recently, I am theoretically cold-resistant, but I still can't resist the coolness. So, every time at this time, I will slow down, so it's really not that cold.
Weather forecasts are often inaccurate. It was predicted yesterday that there would be light rain today, but it will be sunny when we go out in the morning. Take my son to breakfast by tram, send him to school, and then come to my unit. I don't know why, sitting in my office, I feel very manic, as if my blood is surging. I made a cup of tea and took a sip, but I still couldn't calm down. I didn't feel warm until I finished drinking a cup of tea. It seems that the warmth of tea has stopped my blood rushing, and I feel much calmer.
Just outside the window, the wind is blowing, and the slight coolness is refreshing.
However, this is a crowded wind in a city with many high-rise buildings, which is far less pleasant than the wind in May in my hometown!
May in my hometown is full of vitality everywhere. The unique wind in the countryside and fields is unbridled, like a chivalrous man who fights with a sword and walks alone, coming and going smartly. As soon as the May wind blows through the fields, the rape pods will be fat, the ears of wheat will be full, and the villagers' faces will be red! The market is full of excitement, and everyone is busy buying some farm tools, because soon it will be a booming afternoon harvest season.
When I was a child, I liked the fields in May best. The smell of wheat ears is everywhere. After school, I walked on the ridge beside the wheat field with my schoolbag on my back, grabbed a handful of ears of wheat, held them in my hand, rubbed them and blew away the awns and skins. I have a round green wheat grain in my hand. Put your hands together, then break up, and put your right hand and left hand in your mouth to chew. The sweet smell is purer and stronger than some breakfast milk now. In that era of material shortage, this is the best "snack" for our children
If you find some firewood to light, and then put the ears of wheat on it for barbecue, there will be a strong smell of wheat in a while. It makes people drool, and then it can't wait to cool down and quickly pinch it in the palm of your hand. This kind of wheat smells best. Every time we are covered in black and gray like miners, it is inevitable that we will be scolded by our parents when we get home, but it will prevent us from doing so next time.
The countryside in May is still quiet. After farm work, men will get together to chat, play poker and mahjong, women will knit sweaters under the tree, and old people will sit together and chat. Occasionally there are crows and dogs barking, and the long crows and bursts of dogs barking are unforgettable. More than half of the water in Xiaogou River is clear, and fine grass always flows in the direction of the river. Groups of little black tadpoles are looking for their mother as described in the textbook, which makes the children want to catch them. Some naughty or fond children really want to catch one by the river! Put it in a jar as a pet. I did this when I was a child, and I raised a lot! Later, a few people died, and they were so distressed that they shed tears. Then, under the persuasion of their mother, they released all the rest into the river.
The thatch by the river is green, and the core of each thatch is another kind of "food" besides wheat ears and peas. I often search on the dam after school and even forget the time for lunch. It was late when I got home, but I still took half a schoolbag. This is a fluffy thing wrapped in green leaves. The bud is unbroken, tender green and delicate as a silkworm baby. I like Mao Xin. It's sweet and fragrant. It belongs to natural food.
In the countryside in May, there are still most withered locust trees, but it does not prevent the fragrance from smelling. In the countryside in May, there happened to be withered flowers of paulownia trees, which fell to the ground, leaving only a few pedicels and roots of underground flowers. Pick them up and put them on with a needle and thread, and you can make small snakes and even make their tails swing! These are all toys of the past. Of course, there are seasonal toys such as ginkgo guns, willow flutes and fruit-soaking guns, and even slingshots that are available all year round.
The teenagers in those days belonged to the sheep on the grassland, unrestrained and laissez-faire. However, today's teenagers are trapped in the family, as delicate as flowers in a greenhouse. I don't know if they are happy or unhappy.
Throughout the morning, I worked off and on, chatting on qq, looking for friends in drift bottles and reading friends' blogs. Moreover, in this May season, I also miss my hometown in May and those youthful years.
For you, I would like to pick flowers, stay alone in a city, and enjoy loneliness all my life, even if my heart sounds suddenly and no one listens, even if my messy steps are scattered all over the floor.
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Looking at the catkins like snow in front of the door, the door of memory opens again.
Wearing a long white dress and a pink scarf, I came to Nantang.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom at present. A gust of wind blew and the petals fell, touching my heart.
Why doesn't this thing, this scene, teach people to miss you?
Can't help but go forward, gently fold a peach blossom, pick one and put it into a bun. Sniffing the fragrance of peach blossoms with my head down, I walked into memories again.
I remembered that you and I met here today, and the peach blossoms in the garden smiled at us; I remembered the day in Na Yue, when you liked me and the peach blossoms set each other off.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened in the sky, and a strong wind swept through. After the wind, peach blossoms fly and English falls like rain. The residual red color stained the alley and my mood.
From then on, under the lonely lamp, I was alone, stroking my heartbeat under the peach tree in my memory, writing and meditating, and dying alone.
Love, once started, the horizon is close at hand; Love, once brushed, is the end of the world. Is this the world's joke on me? For me, the so-called happiness in this world can only stay in the dream of Peach Blossom Garden?
A river flows, whose beauty is locked?
A light makeup, who covered the gaunt?
A dusty dream, whose heart is broken?
A storm, who scattered the incense?
Who cares about the past and the setting sun, who is lonely and desolate?
Leaning in dreams and crying alone when you wake up. Poplar flies and the spring breeze is silent. Today, the scenery remains the same, and it is difficult to form a mountain alliance.
I have forgotten how many days I wore a mask, forced a smile and pretended to forget the truth of reality; I have forgotten how many nights I lingered on the edge of my dream, looking for it and rummaging for a tenderness that can soothe my wounds.
Although the window sill of missing is lonely, it is still my favorite.
This life, this heart, this feeling, only belongs to you. How can I continue the love story in my life without you?
Who has lost the charm of the soul in the world of mortals, and the obsession of III is hidden in the tender soul?
Do you know that?/You know what? Year after year, year after year, I still have a crush on you and me, just like that day in Na Yue. On the other side, smoke billowed. Are you waiting like me?
After you don't leave, I walk in the bustling streets. Similar voices and similar backs always make me lose my mind for a moment.
On the night of missing, I often like to spread out a blank sheet of paper and sit quietly in the night. More often, I will lock myself in a quiet world, regardless of the lush flowers and plants, and regardless of the cold and warm seasons. I only play back those warm and moving fragments in my mind, and I only try to search your memory and understand your breathing. Then, keep the pure land in your heart alone, so that all the lovesickness in the morning and evening will turn into plain language of Bai Lianhua and pure white season after season.
It is said that it is the most beautiful April day in the world, but now I have failed to live up to the spring rhyme and spring scenery, singing alone in the secluded forest, and my godless eyes are swaying into fine smoke with the wind.
Today, I am still guarding the lonely town, listening to the lonely river rhyme and writing lonely poems, waiting for the bluebird to pass by.
In front of me, the wind blew slowly, brushed my sad face, slipped from my eyebrows to my heart, and gently touched the broken heartstring. For a long time, it was out of tune, which only caused the sigh in my heart to rise and fall, and rise and fall.