In the spring season, many new branches grow in my heart; When the spring breeze is proud, I will make an appointment with my friends to go to Jinjialing to see pear blossoms.
Is it providence that pear blossoms bring rain? During the day, the sun is shining and the warm wind is slightly smoked; At midnight, a gust of wind blew, and lightning flashed across the world like a sharp knife unconsciously; As the thunder rumbled away, the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky instantly.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." Although tomorrow is pear blossom viewing, not apricot blossom selling, but listening to the sound of rain outside the window, loss is like raindrops, dense and continuous, dribs and drabs come to mind. Imagine in my mind, is the pear flower in the distance wet by raindrops in this lonely midnight like me? In the flower sea of Jinjialing, pear flowers must be like shy women, practicing hard for three seasons and drawing nutrients from the summer sunshine; The essence of autumn earth series; I am familiar with the plot of the winter script and have been brewing for a long time. I will bloom for this season, show my best side, and make unremitting efforts to accumulate strength.
"An inch of tenderness? I miss my lonely pillow and dream of peace. It's raining. " Quiet midnight, sleepiness has disappeared without a trace, as if the night is dark, just to cover up the escape from sleep; Insomnia is like this thin raindrop, beating on tiles, glass and ceilings, crackling and dripping; Smart raindrops, afraid of disturbing everyone in the middle of the night, gently landed on the leaves and whispered to them. Past scenes emerge, and the mood, sad or happy, strong or light, quietly gets wet at midnight.
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In the morning, the rain still didn't stop, one big one followed by a small one, like a drawn silk thread, endless and endless; The sky is low and her face is full of melancholy, much like a girl with a veil, simple and determined, hiding her heart in the depths of her heart; Several unknown birds, like pranks, suddenly let out a cry, which made people shudder; You can't see the color in the distance through the rain curtain. However, since the direction has been determined, we must set out for the distance without hesitation, even if it is difficult.
Some friends were talking and laughing in the car. I responded politely and verbally, but my heart was sealed in my own world. Looking at their happy expressions, I didn't listen to a word and felt out of place. As if the warmth of spring, only arrival in their world; And I, still stuck in the cold of March 9, like being surrounded by winter ice, feel warm and cold at first.
Che Le played the cello "Mourning", with a deep and beautiful melody, and every sound touched a string deep in my soul; Lonely tunes, like decades ago, are written for my mood at the moment; Jacqueline Du Pulei's pale face and beautiful big eyes reveal infinite melancholy and sadness; The cellist leans on her right shoulder, with slender arms, touching the strings with her left hand and playing the piano with her right hand. Her body rhythms with the ups and downs of the melody. She plays with her heart and deducts with her life.
"If I die, will you miss me? No, I will die with you ... "
My heart, with the melody, is melancholy and deep. Tears welled up in my heart. I opened my eyes wide, tried to endure, face and accept the reality, and tried not to let tears flow out.
"I stand at the end of the world, overlooking the purple sea of flowers! The sea breeze whizzed by quietly, and in my ear, you were singing softly, telling you the ending I couldn't write ... "
An undercurrent, accompanied by inexplicable sadness, slowly rises from the heart and rushes to the top of the head. I feel dizzy, like choking, more like the world will leave me; My heart aches and blood rushes to my throat. I swallowed it, and my mouth was salty and slightly bloody.
Close your painful eyes and let your thoughts sink into the horizon a little; Let the car fly in the wilderness of lightning and thunder; Let the rain beat my heart. Half an hour later, we arrived at Jinjialing.
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Jinjialing is located in Zhuhui District, Hengyang City. There are Jinjialing Ancient Town, Meiyuan, Taoyuan and Xingyuan in Huahai Scenic Area. I went to see camellia the year before last, but today I'm going to see the pear garden.
I have long heard that the 1,000-acre pear garden is very famous. At the moment of getting off the bus, the wind and rain were oblique, and the bustling tourists along the way were in groups of three or five. Young and fashionable, smiling and trotting a few steps, standing in front of the Huahai archway and posing for a POS selfie; The young couple, holding the baby, pointed to the beautiful scenery along the way, looked at it doubtfully with a lovely expression, full of hazy beauty; Only a few middle-aged and elderly people walked steadily to the pear garden.
Before entering the pear garden, a faint fragrance and rain came face to face and captured people's hearts; Stepping into the pear garden, the rain is falling like a cleaner of nature, carefully cleaning the dust on the ground with a wiper; Rain is like a natural air purifier, filtering the air with mist. Pear trees are afraid of falling behind in this pear sea, with bare branches, white flowers all around, and occasionally a few new buds are calyx, like jasper dotted on white jade; Rain drops on petals, like broken jade scattered in the air; Rain fell on the tree stems, and the blue-gray pear skin got the warmth of spring and became more and more vibrant.
Pear flower, yellow and tender stamens, several lilac filaments, purple and elegant anthers, white and flawless petals, and water drops dripping from the petals. My heart is slowly melting in this ocean of flowers. Looking at this pear flower like snow, I can't help but wonder if there is a feeling in the world that it is as white and fragrant as pear flower without impurities. Is there a kind of love, without desire or desire, crystal clear? Suddenly I have a feeling that the pear flower in the rain looks like me, shivering in this secular cold rain, and there is rain on the petals. Curly calyx, wrapped in unspeakable thoughts, crying.
The road in the pear garden is long and winding, which seems endless; Rain, dripping on the umbrella, splashing shattered water mist and flying away in a flash; Breeze, with a breeze, shaking pear trees, white petals falling like snowflakes; There are thousands of pear trees in Nuoda, but I can't find a reason to stop. I left in a hurry all the way. "The mountains and rivers are far away, and the falling flowers and storms are more harmful to spring."
"March rain, March day; Snow-white pear blossoms and hazy rain and smoke. " Sorrow for the wind, rain and pears. Sadness spread in the pear garden, and I saw a pear flower, much like my sister's face. Big sister with big eyes and round face was once the brightest flower in the sun.
I remember when I first entered school, when I was fifteen, I went out for the first time, felt around and looked around. I was surprised. My eldest sister, who lives in my upper bunk, takes special care of me because she thinks I am a child who knows nothing. When eating, my sister will help me with my lunch box and take me around the front of the dormitory to the canteen. Once, I asked why I didn't take a shortcut, and she replied that there was a faucet behind the dormitory, and the ground was slippery for fear that I would fall. No wonder, on the first day of school, I wore high heels for the first time and fell heavily. The bruises on my face have not disappeared. When washing clothes, my sister takes me to the laundry counter. First, she cleaned up the countertop, washed off the remaining soap stains with water and helped me smooth my clothes. Then, she demonstrated soaping, brushing clothes and turning over. Brush the dirty cuffs several times until they are clean. After rinsing, hang it on the balcony in front of the dormitory to dry. When I was studying in the evening, I remembered that I forgot to bring my brush and soap box, and I was going to run and get it back. I was caught by my elder sister who just went to the bathroom and returned to the classroom. My elder sister said that she had taken it back for me, but she didn't tell me on purpose, which made me remember it for a long time.
After graduation, communication was underdeveloped at that time, and I lost the news of my sister, but I always dreamed that I was studying and still with my sister. Finally, after 23 years, the reunion was established, and my sister and I hugged each other tightly. That year, she used her sick body, stiff big joints and spindle-shaped small joints to organize class reunion again and again; With her thin body, she brought her classmates one by one and gathered into a complete class group; Organize to donate tuition fees for orphans of classmates, and donate money and materials for students who have lost their ability to work.
However, God played a cruel joke on her and tested her will with leukemia. When the disease absorbed all her rosy cheeks, my sister's face was as beautiful as snow-white pear petals. After months of suffering, she used her strength and optimism, and all her enthusiasm and love to hand over a satisfactory life answer sheet.
"Some people are alive, but he is as light as a feather. I almost forgot; Someone died, and she is as heavy as Mount Tai and stays in the depths of memory. " In March, the elder sister left, desperate to give up and miss; Elder sister left, leaving in a hurry, and even had no time to say goodbye to me; Like white petals with rain, my sister drifted away with our thoughts ... The broadcast system of Liyuan sounded light music. "People don't know where to go, but pear flowers still smile at the spring breeze."
However, she didn't leave, she was always in my heart. It's March again, and it's rainy season again. I'm sure my sister must be in this pear garden. I'm here to find my sister! Is that you? Sister, the pear with the brightest smile in the pear garden is as white as your cheek; Is that you? At the top of that branch, in the direction of heaven, the nearest and farthest place from me, I smiled like a pear with rain. Last March, it was also Tomb-Sweeping Day. I'm so sad that you closed your beautiful big eyes forever. Sister, that pear flower is you, and that drop on your cheek is my tear. In this pear garden, all the pears are full of tears.
A gust of wind blows, pieces of petals like snow fall with the wind, and pear flowers dance with life in the wind; In the pear garden, I am full of silver hair, shaking off the vicissitudes of life, with white hair like snow and roots falling. Pear blossoms, wipe away tears, raise smiling faces, hold up jade-like spores, and convey the information of spring, a brand-new starting point and a brand-new hope to me with pink-green poems.
From the depths of the flowers, there was a sweet bird song, like a big sister telling me, "It's over, it's over ..."