-Author: Liu Zijing
I don't know how people who have been away from home for a long time will feel in spring. A person from the plain like me, after a life change, actually came to Changping, a small town surrounded by mountains and cotton everywhere. I have been used to seeing the endless plains since I was a child, but I am eager for an unruly and abrupt, an abrupt rise from the bottom of my heart. Between the mountains and the majestic mountains, there are of course willows.
My home is in Jinan. If I asked which plant gave me the earliest information about spring, I would say willow.
The ancient city of Jinan is narrow and leaping, but it is precisely because of the willows that this beautiful plant has aura and water vapor. "Lotus on four sides and willow on three sides, one city with mountains and half a city with lakes" has become a portrayal of Jinan; It is precisely because of Liu that the literati have been chanting and Long song for many years; It is precisely because of the willows that so many stories of talented people and beautiful women have been circulated by Hu Ming Lake.
It is difficult for us to define a definite time for spring. You don't know when it will come. Because when you are looking forward to spring, the weather is still bitter and cold. However, Liu will tell you clearly that spring is coming. After the Lantern Festival, the willow branches began to turn green, but they swayed with the wind with a little hardness.
Willow is the earliest messenger in spring. Although, before the willow really floated, there was already a spring in full bloom, and the bright yellow four-petal spring timidly shook its petals in some chilly winds; Although, before the willow tree, the branches were covered with fragrant magnolia flowers, after all, there was a lack of charm, an exciting and intoxicating charm. As for what is missing, I have to have a slim mind to understand, but I can't.
Willow, my favorite plant, also has this rhythm. She shook her soft branches in the breeze, by the lake, by the bank, on the water, outside the six-curved railing carved by Jasper. When the spring breeze carefully cuts off the sharp buds, the branches are full of butterflies flying through the cocoon. That new green, when you look at it, will be transparent and full of the feeling of life juice. At that time, if you were a tourist by the lake, or if you were hanging out with friends and walking on the stone road-with a quiet mood-that branch would brush your shoulder and stir up a strand of your hair, stirring up your dusty winter mood. On midsummer night, there will be flute sounds by the lake, and occasionally there will be beautiful guzheng sounds. Sitting quietly in the quaint teahouse, drinking light tea, holding a cup of bitter tea in his hand, enjoying the ups and downs of bitter life.
April is the season of falling flowers and floating catkins. At this time, walking on the street where catkins are flying, the snow-like scenery will suddenly make you forget: is this the evening in spring or the first snow in winter? Flocculation is like missing, so it surrounds you with the wind, and it is just a flying floccule, hanging in the air, hanging in the air. In this season, this landscape will fabricate many beautiful stories out of thin air, but I think you should be true and there is no need to fabricate them.
Yesterday, when I went out, I walked slowly along Innovation Road, and saw the pansies on the roadside spitting green. Although the swollen leaf buds are not stretched, there is also a beauty of vitality. Ivy climbed the mottled rusty iron gate and stretched forward, and the red stem had a hint of green. Suddenly, spring really came. Where's my willow? Where is my favorite willow? In a corner of the street corner, it stands tall, with ten thousand branches hanging down and long branches dancing with the wind. Looking from a distance, it looks like a piece of green yarn, covering the upstairs. When the wind goes out, it looks like a corner of the green yarn.
Remembering that I went to the Forbidden City to admire willows some time ago, my friends in the south told me that I wanted to see the rebuilt Forbidden City and asked me to take some photos and send them. When choosing the scenery, the scenery of each temple is actually willow, soft willow and magnificent palace; The new willow in the ancient palace gives people a kind of "why are people worthy of it?"
After the photo was sent out, my friend sent an invitation: Come to Jiangnan now, and I will cut the candles and give you the most beautiful scenery: a large area of green in Chi Pan near my home, and the tenderest and most beautiful willow color. So I really want to learn from the ancients. I went to Jiangnan once in March like fireworks, but I couldn't make it because of the tone change. At this time, it began to rain outside, so that the catkins of the trees were wet and I couldn't fly anymore, so my mood took a turn for the worse. I told you that Jiangnan is good, but it's not my hometown after all. I'm afraid I'll run away as soon as I arrive. After the letter was sent, it rained for several days.
I thought the story was over. Unexpectedly, a few days later, I received a small lavender card with familiar handwriting: Never mind. At that time, I folded the willow tree and gave it to you.