1, Qingming is a sad memory. During the Qingming Festival, it rained, chrysanthemums folded and sent acacia, and the piano sang. Rain is the parting of people, the voice is hoarse, the wicker is swaying, and it is also the day of April. Clear memories, refusing to erase or reduce their holdings. Green leaves are in full bloom, fists are homesick, and epitaph is full of sadness.
"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I ask the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua village. " The willows are red and the spring is bright. The rain deceived the flowers and trapped the smoke. The figure in the rain is full of sadness and fatigue, or the old friend is gone. Last year, there were fewer Iraqis and more sadness in this place. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, there is always a little loneliness and loneliness.
Perhaps the most melancholy thing is the three or two light wines in the cups. The warm wind makes people haggard, and the blurred eyes seem to be at a loss when they suddenly miss the sudden meeting of half a century. Warming a pot of sake can relieve the cold in the cold spring, warm your wet clothes, and even relieve your sadness. Wandering in the distance is full of spring.
What about that day in April! You are the cinnabar of beauty's eyebrows, and you are the brocade robe that warms the world. This is so beautiful! The beauty is suffocating, the troubles are intoxicating, and the soul falls into the clouds. Qingming! I dare not touch my fragile heart, it always plays in this season. The past is dim, but the memories are strong. The lingering figure is always shining in the candlelight of the west window, rising slowly when it is weak against the cool wind and infiltrating into the heart. Petals on the ground are falling hearts! Waste graves, green willows, curtains, hazy, meditation, reminiscence, tears like rain, incense, tea, long kneeling and weeping, sad voice trembling, no spring scenery between the eyebrows.
It is raining in the sky, disturbing people's homesickness and old feelings. Willows planted well are planted in graves, around the yard, and unintentionally planted in the middle of the water. Heavy, clusters, buds are drawn into a season of spring scenery, water reflection falls, pottery is to leave people in the west, tears fall three feet to look at the sky.
What has passed away is not only the crooning that accompanies each other, but Qi Mei's tenderness, which is a special taste that is boiled out day after day. "The moon shadows fall, the fireworks are heavy, the candles are red, the old dreams of the world of mortals are broken, and Kong Yu's eyes are wet. I look forward to returning to the church every year." The hall is still there, the smile in the world of mortals is still there, and the dream is broken! I'm out of my wits
Happy or sad! Clearly remember the past, really live out the soul soup, thanks to the cool breeze, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn!
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building? Sunny green fields, Ma Si willows, people laugh, and the warbler always teaches Chunzui.
2, Qingming, dazzling. Qingming! I like it. When Tomb-Sweeping Day's orders came, God seemed so obedient. With more rain, the willow branches on the roadside are more eye-catching. What is more gratifying is that the temperature is warm. Whether your home is in the arms of Shan Lan in the south of colorful clouds, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, or in the north where winter and snow have not melted, it has been silent for a long time. What you feel is the tenderness of spring, not poverty, but real spring. So, I love, just like the old people love sunshine, maybe you will feel the same as me if you like warmth.
Qingming, I love, is the kind of love in my mouth. The scenery is pleasant, which is the season for poets to see their dreams. Perhaps it is because it is April, when the poet's shy and naughty words are embedded, and the lake is warm, so that the splashing hands can't escape the touch. Maybe just like your youth, it is a beautiful feeling. Impulse sometimes tears, restless youth always dreams of one. The memory of "You are April Day on Earth" makes you wait downstairs, and then hold hands with spring. You are free and easy in Yuan Ye, looking up at the world, gorgeous on the edge of the world, and the wet marks branded by your author are quietly filled with dense words.
There was a flash of thunder on the horizon, and suddenly the rain sounded quietly again, without disturbing or dodging, inadvertently reminding. This is the rain in Qingming Festival! There are more rainy days, and the weather is warmer, not very hot. Compared with the heat in summer, April is the loveliest day.
The rain outside the window is loud and small for a while, slowly infiltrating and wetting the trees, fields and newly decorated rape flowers outside the house. When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, the sky was full of excitement. The most restless thing is misty rain. Wearing a mysterious veil covers the streets of the city and dilutes people's tired mood. I feel happy at this time.
It is difficult for people living in cities to find the arrival of spring. Although the pear blossoms in my hometown bloom early, the plum blossoms in the yard also bloom brilliantly, glittering and translucent in the dew in the morning, as if it were a dream. But people in the city find that the most direct way in spring is to sneak into the night in the spring rain. The weather is just right, and a coat is enough to live. As soon as Qingming arrives, the melodramatic people are no longer picky and admit that spring is warm.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, willow branches hung with green branches, and the green of pine branches gradually became clear and bright. Flowers are clumps, unlike petite looming buds, petals that have failed are scattered all over the floor, full of emotion. On the contrary, these flowers are only in the most beautiful Shan Lan, gardening, gardens and your flowerpots. They enter your vision and your heart. Close your eyes and concentrate. The color is just right. Not as thick as summer, but too heavy. It looks very comforting and won't make people feel too strong to escape or suffocate. Thunder is in the wilderness, and the east wind is slight, which wrinkles the rain and turns it into a warm and bright voice in April. It turns out that the sound of spring is so beautiful and elegant, as gentle as knocking on the missing words on stationery.
Autumn is precious, and the most beautiful in winter is the twelfth month. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and the branches outside the window make people love. While the spring breeze is not far away, five or six boys and four or five teachers will go to the beautiful mountains, sit on the floor, kiss the fresh air of heaven and earth, talk about the land, love will be loved, seek spring, go for an outing, and wash away the obscurity and clarity.
3. Tian Zhongshan daydreams that the world is divided into Kyushu, Henan is in Kyushu, and you are in Yuzhou, so it is in heaven.
In the sky, in the world. I lived in Henan, originally in Zhongzhou, and arrived in Runan, in the sky.
Tianzhong Mountain, three feet three. Come to Tianzhongshan, and reach the sky in one step.
Everyone has a dream of heaven, and it seems easy to cross the shoulders of Tian Zhongshan; However, beyond the totem of the soul, it is a heavy mountain!
Xiaotian Zhongshan bears too much historical concern. Sun shadow observation, sky changes, everything is in the palm of your hand.
Xiaotian Zhongshan became the best in the world. The mound became a mountain, the monument became a poem, and the thunder shocked him.
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is named; The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.
With a sigh, Gong Yanru flies like a dragon and a phoenix: It is my lifelong wish to pacify the Central Plains, and loyalty to the country will definitely contribute.
Scribble: Tianzhong Mountain is immortal, and Yan's integrity endures forever.
The green grass is like grass, and the charm of Tianzhongshan still exists; The white clouds are long, and the shadowless tower goes straight into the sky; Liang Zhu has passed away, and the Double Ninth Festival has stumbled; Where is Duke Zhou? Zhumadian travels day and night.
Who paved this quiet blue brick path? Who created this magical sky view?
Summer rain and autumn wind dye a trace of affection on the temples of the sun and the moon; Quiet dreams and graceful rhymes draw beautiful scenery on the screen of years.
Entering the world, I entered the deep and dignified dream of Tianzhongshan.
4. Life Grass had the honor to visit Ukraine with the delegation, which made me feel very interesting. My Ukrainian friend Alexander took us on a helicopter tour. On this side of the airport, I saw a light gray baby with short black hair and big dots. It's too big, about 2-3 times that of domestic babies. Seeing my concern for free children, Miss Anna communicated with me and later told me that I would send you two back to China to raise them. Because it is too troublesome to carry, and there are still a series of problems such as inspection and quarantine procedures and feeding after returning home, I declined the kindness of my Ukrainian friend.
This incident left a deep impression on me, and it still has an unspeakable taste. I can't help thinking that my mother taught me to raise rabbits when I was a child.
When I was a child, my mother loved rabbits. In my memory, I have raised white, gray, beige and rare black rabbits. Of course, the white rabbit with long ears is the most attractive. The rabbit's upper lip is split in the middle, which is a typical three-valve mouth. Its tail is short and upturned. Its forelimbs are shorter than its hind limbs. It is good at jumping, running fast, gentle and clingy. It is necessary to play for a while every day. Rabbits are loved not only by children but also by adults. Every day, I always carry a small basket woven with bamboo poles and carry a sickle back to Baihua Mountain on the outskirts of the mountain city to mow the grass and feed the rabbits. Grass, plantain, dandelion, sweet potato vine, wild vegetables and weeds, and young leaves can all be mowed. Milk grass has become the rabbit's favorite food, and I have to mow the grass every other day. This is my homework, or rather, the work I have to do.
That's it. I came into contact with the grass and left a deep impression.
I don't know why my mother likes to keep rabbits. I think it may be because rabbits are easy to raise and don't need to be fed. Perhaps mother thinks that jumping rabbits can bring fun to the family; Maybe mom thinks rabbits can accompany our children and act as toys; Maybe my mother thinks that raising rabbits can improve my life; Maybe it's my mother's idea that we can get exercise from mowing grass, know how to work every day, and know how to feel nature.
Since then, I have been in contact with grass and love to watch it. There is little green grass. The grass is so ordinary, but it seems so small, so low, and even a little humble. In my childhood eyes, grass is a kind of feed that grows in the wild and is eaten by cattle, horses, sheep and rabbits. It is a plant that sticks to the ground and is cut down at will. Sometimes, I have a sad feeling in my heart, thinking of the song "Grass" that was widely circulated in the 1970s: "Without the fragrance of flowers and the height of trees, I am an unknown grass; Never lonely, never worried, you see my partners are all over the world; Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green, sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me, rivers, mountains and rivers, you feed me; My mother gave me a big hug. There are no flowery words in the lyrics, only simple feelings. When this classic was sung, it involved too many memories. In this way, the spirit of "grass" sublimates in the melody of music, showing people its simple feelings and infinite power, so when I publish some articles or poems, I use "grass" as the author's name.
In fact, herbs are a general term for plants. People usually call herbs "grass". Grass has the functions of evolving air, regulating climate and preventing soil erosion. However, it can be found that the grass is tenacious, even if it is trampled, even in the cracks, even in the ice and snow, it will still break through the ground and its heart will dance with the wind. Grass always grows calmly in a low-key way, and the journey of life calmly goes through all the years, from the spring when birds sing and warblers fly, to the leafy summer, and then to the lush and green late autumn. Even if the wind and frost come and the snow falls, all the hopes of life are hidden in the soil. The first life was born first, looking up at the blue sky and calling for the hymn of life, and igniting yourself again.
People only have flowers in their eyes. They are fragrant and tender, and they are the favorite things in the world. If you love growing flowers, they will always wither. It is these grasses that have branded me deeply. I am not a poet, so I can't praise with poetry! I am not a master of prose, and I praise it with lyrical writing. But I still feel shocked by the grass. Cut the grass every day, and the grass will be green every year. Humble grass, with stubbornness, seems to be challenging nature. Mother said to me, "Although flowers are brighter than grass and may fail, grass is more vital than flowers." . When I wrote this, I was shocked and lost in thought. Surprised, no wonder my mother was 95 years old and my queen was 98 years old, and my soul just returned to earth. I was shocked. My living little girl 10 1 years old. My mothers, like grass, decorate their feelings with commonness, which is a note on the harmonious melody of the earth and a part of the Chinese nation.
Because I have a soft spot for grass, I chose the word "Du" as my name. Du is very ordinary, and there is no meaningful explanation. He can only be interpreted as "a grass on campus or park land". It is homophonic with the word "Du", but there is the word "Mu" next to "Du". Wood can be a material, wood can be a ship, but grass can't be a material, let alone a ship, but grass is indeed one of the most vital and adaptable things. Grass can be eaten not only by animals, but also by people. The Red Army's 25,000-mile long March can eat grass to satisfy hunger. Grass can also cure all diseases and heal the wounded and rescue the dying, which is recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica by the ancient famous doctor Li Shizhen. Who knows? Many people don't know this word. To be exact, most people don't know it. So I explain the pronunciation of this word in the case of exchange activities or speeches in various places. Inadvertently, I became the "teacher of one word" for many people. Therefore, people who know me all over the country call me Miss Li. Maybe that's what teachers call me. I didn't expect this name to have such a great influence in the whole country, and I gradually got used to it over time. Surname, first name and word are all symbols of life.
In spring, the grass wakes up first. When it wakes up, everything on the earth wakes up. The grass is like the messenger of the years, passing by the grass gently. If it is not intentional, people will not easily find their existence, because it is too ordinary and too small. Even in the storm, the grass never bows its head, is honest, accumulates strength, and always marches forward with the pace of spring. The message that early spring and February bring to people, the harmony between grass and spring makes us feel the power of life.
After the thunderous thunder resounded through the earth, I saw sharp grass growing on the ridge, at the root of the earth wall, on the hillside, beside the path, in the ravine, in the snow, on the steps, in the cracks in the bricks and in the corner. From the deepest part to the farthest part, from the most hidden part to the brightest part, they are green everywhere I can see them.
When the green grass rushes out of the earth, it sprouts the call of life in the green bud, depicting a vibrant picture-let us see the power of life, let us see its adaptability and tenacious spirit. Grass lives at the bottom of the world, but it is never proud of it. It squeezes into the ranks of exotic flowers and plants to show off. Humbly hanging on the earth, flat and faint, but so passionate about life. Grass with its own green, dotted with mountains and rivers, dotted with fields, giving the earth a soft tone. Although the grass can't smell the flowers, it can only smell the earth, but its tenacious character and dedication dance in the wind, singing life like a flag planted all over the earth.
I never look down on grass, because grass is a banner in human life.