The wind blows in May, and the Huanghua River opens.
Flowers are more beautiful and fragrant.
From a distance, the golden land looks like an ocean of flowers.
Everyone is scrambling to pick, and the jokes are full.
A poem written 48 years ago awakened the memory of childhood. The dazzling golden color of the river came to our mind and unfolded before us.
This is a charming season, and this is a charming river.
Every may, people go to carry baskets in droves? Flower baskets, standing on the morning dew, covered with the glow of the sun, flocked to the attractive and charming ant river, picking yellow flowers and harvesting joy.
In May, the ant river has not yet reached the rainy season. The river is shallow and willow green, wild ducks dance in groups and white sails are scattered all over the place. Picturesque and colorful, it is also on both sides of the Ant River. Looking up, among the green trees, there are thousands of golden spots, such as golden waves, rushing from their feet to the distance and to the horizon.
At that time, I was in the flower sea, but I was in no hurry to pick yellow flowers. Instead, I looked at them greedily, savored them carefully, and enjoyed the dazzling gifts of nature, which were printed in my heart and left in my pen. Sometimes it makes you drunk. The golden sea of flowers in front of us is covered with colorful flowers, just like a touching oil painting, and no matter how superb the painter is, he can't paint a beautiful picture. Often a "big" shape lies in the flowers, watching the blue sky washed by the sea, snow-white clouds, birds playing and singing, and my heart is comfortably filled. A loud cry, flowers and willows flying, wild ducks flying, wings dancing for a long time, dazzling.
In fact, Fangzheng is a place rich in yellow flowers. Hillsides, gullies, fields and meadows can be seen everywhere, clumps and patches, but people still like to gather at the ant river to collect flowers and watch them, because it is a yellow sea, which is a yellow paradise unmatched anywhere!
When I was a child, I picked yellow flowers. I only know that yellow flowers are called day lilies, which is what everyone calls them. It was not until I went to middle school that I knew that day lily had many nice names: Lilium hupehensis, Day Lily, Day Lily, Girl Without Worry, Sichuan Caohua, A Girl Without Sorrow, Danci and so on. And we should know that this common flower like lily has been called "mother flower" by China people since ancient times. When I know that its flowery words are actually "forgotten love or hidden feelings", my mood is really restless. The yellow flower is really a low-key flower. It grows silently in the grass by the river, and no one pays attention to it. Until it was in full bloom, a piece of golden yellow suddenly covered the north and south of the river, stunning people's eyes and attracting countless praises. In Song Dynasty, Su Dongpo described it simply and directly in the poem Hemerocallis: "Hemerocallis are tiny, but they can grow by themselves. In the graceful leaves-my heart is inserted. " In the Ming Dynasty, Gao Qi also made a vivid description of the day lily, saying that "the leaves are scattered in the rain and the stems are graceful and fragrant." . Beautiful women frequently use flowers, and tired butterflies look for fragrance in several places. "Yellow flowers bloom like golden flowers, and the field is full of tenderness, which makes you suddenly think of northeast women, and you like it more than you are afraid.
It was a great pleasure for us to pick yellow flowers when we were young, but we never concentrated on picking them like adults, and most of them played while picking them. Especially when children get together, they are playing crazy. Shepherd teenagers chase sheep, hide and seek, and compete for flower stems ... Girls put pink tiger lilies that are occasionally picked on their heads, and boys will open their mouths and shout: "Bride, go out, put on red flowers and cross the basin! (Note) "Shy girls will tear off the flowers at once, while aggressive girls will drive boys all over the river beach, scaring wild ducks flying all over the sky and white clouds floating on the water. The Ant River in May is our paradise.
In childhood, wild vegetables are not only a substitute for our complementary food, but also a rare delicacy, especially day lily. Once in the pot, their fragrance will float around and make people mouth watering.
At that time, the collected yellow flowers were going to dry, and every family's small yard, desk and ground were covered with gold. Naturally, we can't wait to eat it, but our mother seldom cooks fresh daylily for us. When she asked her mother, she said: fresh daylily can't be eaten. As for why, my mother never explained it to us. Sometimes it's hard, and my mother will scald it with boiling water and stir-fry a side dish. From beginning to end, the fragrance is rich and lingering. But mother never lets us eat more, and we are very unhappy. When I grow up, I know that day lily contains colchicine, which is toxic. Only when exposed to the sun, most of the toxins will be decomposed, and then fried with strong fire and high heat, and the toxins will be minimal. Now that I think about it, I really misjudged my mother.
When picking yellow flowers in May, I was naturally overjoyed, but I always felt dissatisfied, so I dug them up and planted them around the small vegetable garden in front of my house, leaving them to die. In spring, the small buds of yellow flowers actually arch one after another to show off to their parents. Unexpectedly, I was scolded by my father. Father said: Daylily can't be planted in the garden. If planted, vegetables can't be planted. I feel very puzzled about this. Two years later, I learned the power of yellow flowers, which are everywhere in the garden. My father told me that the roots of day lily have roots. Fortunately, my father just talked about me and didn't completely eradicate yellow flowers. In this way, every May, when the yellow flowers on the Ant River are in full bloom, my garden is golden and fragrant, dazzling and beautiful.
May is the season when yellow flowers are in full bloom. Today's ant river is not yesterday, and the grass on both sides is still green; Flowers are still fragrant. However, the golden flower sea has disappeared, only scattered yellow flowers in the grass, and my heart is somewhat lost and sad. Perhaps it is the pain left by land reclamation, or the irreparable scar caused by blind sand digging. The sight of yellow flowers like the sea in the past can only be read in memory.
Standing by the ant river in May, I don't want to see the water become thin and barren, and I still think that gold will not go far, let alone disappear for a long time. Returning farmland to grassland, the dazzling golden color will reappear by the river, and Jin Lang will shoot the sky!
Note: Cross-basin-Mai Blage is one of the marriage customs of the Han nationality. It means that the bride puts on her own "padding shoes" before getting off the sedan chair and gets off the sedan chair on the little red stool. Walk into the hospital along the paved red carpet. The bride has to cross a brazier on the road to show that the wedding day is booming.
About the author: Yang Lantian, pseudonym, Pen names: Chi Li, lan yi and Ye Zi. National second-class screenwriter and deputy research librarian. Member of Heilongjiang Writers Association, member of Heilongjiang Quyi Association. He has been engaged in literary and artistic creation for more than 40 years, and has published more than 500 works (articles and titles) with more than 2 million words in provincial, municipal and national newspapers. Published more than 3 10 works on more than 20 official WeChat accounts. Won more than 20 provincial, municipal and national literary awards/kloc-0. He published and staged 5 large-scale plays, published Selected Works of Yang Lantian and 5 novels, essays and poems.