I saw you burning in the warm sunshine in March, and I smelled your lasting fragrance in the warm spring breeze in Micari in March. "In the spring of February, the return air is rainy, and the peach blossoms are fleeting. There are still three thousand trees in the residual red, which is not as good as a flower. " Yuan Mei, a poet in Qing Dynasty, used it to describe peach blossoms in spring.
A peach tree with a planting history of 4,000 years, a fairy fruit circulated in folklore, how can it lack poetic meaning in the writings of literati? In Xining 1073, Su Dongpo, a writer of the Song Dynasty who was then the judge of Hangzhou, went to Xincheng and Fuyang to inspect farming. At that time, after a storm, it was a refreshing pastoral scenery with pink and green. The poet observed the scenery and wrote a poem "In Xincheng Road": "The east wind knows that I want to walk in the mountains and blow down the rain between the eaves. The mountain sky is covered with floc hats, and the copper finches hang on the trees in the first day. Wild peaches and smiling bamboos have short hedges, and Liuxi shakes sand and clear water. Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking sunflower and burning bamboo shoots in spring ploughing. "
In the second year of Emperor Wu of the Southern Song Dynasty (42 1), he had lived in seclusion in the mountains for more than ten years. At that time, Tao Yuanming, a 57-year-old pastoral poet, wrote the legendary and memorable Peach Blossom Garden, "Catch a hundred paces from the shore when you meet a peach blossom forest suddenly". On the one hand, the peach blossom forest covered the mouth of the fairyland, which attracted the world to pursue hard but failed. Flowers fly and don't go with the flow, for fear that fishermen will come and pay attention. "
"In April, the human wheatgrass, mountain temple peach blossom in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know how to ask for help. " Millennium peach blossom is not only the messenger of early spring, but also the scenic spot of mountain temple.
The ancients chanted peaches, or liked to be as bright as rouge. "In front of the Yellow Tower, in Jiangdong, the spring is lazy and sleepy, the peach blossoms are ownerless, and the lovely deep red reflects the light red"; Or mourn its fall like rain, "peach blossoms bloom first in warm spring, and no one looks bright." Unfortunately, the wind is blowing behind, and the dark red patches are covered with raspberries. "Or say goodbye to sorrow," last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze "; Or think it's going with the flow, "heartbroken, Zhang Li Xu Bu Li Fangzhou. Crazy catkins go with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water. "Feelings come from feelings, and feelings come from the heart. Is it the peach blossom in March that made the poet drunk and deeply touched, or is it the poet's talent that touched the peach blossom and attracted her colorful?
A night of spring breeze, blowing green mountains and rivers, blowing colorful. Peach blossom in March, dyed red in Sanjiang, peach blossom in March, full of north and south banks. "The trees are full of charming red, and the Dan color of all branches is burning with the melting of spring. In the Millennium, it will show that people make chemicals. " The splendid bloom of spring breeze is only the beginning. After experiencing the essence of the sun and the moon, the season full of peaches and plums will no longer be a distant expectation!
Chapter two: Peach blossom with one foot is in this tired season again. For example, soft peach powder slowly moistens the white propaganda and instantly turns into a large piece of red; Just like floating in the distance, the big skirt that was raised suddenly lost people's eyes. The wind was soft, everyone was drunk, smoked a little flower fragrance, and was attracted to the bones, and the hearts bloomed one by one.
Walking with my girlfriend on the shores of Bibo Lake, the cool water shines on your heart, and the breeze softens a willow tree, filling your eyes and softening your face. You look at it affectionately and touch it. What a beautiful beauty! I took a picture in the willow curtain. When I was looking at the photos, I suddenly told my girlfriend why all the photos are so ugly. The girlfriend immediately retorted, "It's good enough. You think you can take photos of Fan Bingbing! " Hearing this, I was dumb and ashamed, just like when I was a child.
I'm really old, so are the years. I dare not look through my personal file. Is it true that when a peach blossom blooms every day, the annual rings of life will gently pass through my hands?
I am a person who likes nostalgia. My son's childhood homework, copybooks and small toys are carefully preserved. Of course, there are older people. In my old town of time, there are many photos of my childhood classmates. Black and white, thirteen or fourteen years old, with very blue faces, and some of them were still wearing bell-bottoms that were popular at that time, posing narcissistic pose. If you are happy, you will give them one. They will be surprised and say, "Is this me? I don't remember. " I'll just make fun of it. At that time, she was gorgeous, but now she is an old lady of 150 kg. I don't know if they will be sad, but it's true. Even if there are so many beautiful mountains and rivers, you won't be weeping any more.
My mother still comes as usual and tells me those bad stories every time. Talk about her parents, her dowry when she got married, and her brothers and sisters. Mom said it over and over again, and I listened to it over and over again. Mom will never get tired, and I will never get tired. She would say that your aunt left too early and didn't have a good day. If she is still alive, I will take her back and give her a pension. She is the hardest in our family. She will say that your second aunt is gone, so a good man will be gone if he says no; She would say, if only your grandparents could live! I won't take care of girls' sons, I will wait on them until they are buried; She will also say that your uncle is a little old man, and he is not what he used to be.
Listen, my tears came down first, but my mother's face was still calm. I don't know if she is afraid of death, but I suddenly feel a little shudder. Will I face all this one day I believe these bitter memories have been rolling in her mind for countless days and nights, but every time she tells me in such a calm tone, there is not even a tear. Instead, I went into the bathroom from time to time and wiped my eyes behind her back. Does a person live to the end, and all the Changfeng becomes a cup of light tea? But for my wandering mother, I traveled all over Wan Li, leaving only these living and dead relatives to keep warm in my arms. My heart is full of things I haven't had time to do, and my eyes are full of the good and calm love of others!
I just want to wait until I am old, like my mother, with silver hair. I will also lie on the antique rocking chair, quietly counting the golden leaves floating from the French phoenix tree, and let the warm sunshine hit my face. But there must be an old book I like around me, and I can get it easily. Every word in it is already familiar and intimate. It doesn't make much sense to read or not. Stay with me. I can close my eyes and think back to the past, the people I loved and loved.
But you must wear semi-high heels when you go out, or you must be spotless. I want to cut my hair short and perm it into big curls, so that every gray hair can grow an old story. It's best to wear a pink silk scarf, which should be pure silk and elegant, lining my silver hair. It doesn't matter whether it is elegant or not. The point is that my soul is still bright and I will never live in bitter hatred.
One day, I saw Eiko wearing a small blue and white coat and a small fur collar, so I praised it. Eiko said that every time she went to see her mother, she would take a photo at home as a souvenir. You see, how solemn it is to see your mother, how grand and beautiful it is in your heart! How happy it is to have a mother. This Wen Ya woman is no longer the beauty queen of that year, but her clean face still has modest oriental beauty, full of the warmth left by years.
I like antique things, which are still yellow and noble after years of rinsing.
I like aesthetic ancient style, as long as there are only a few strokes or just a back, I don't need distinct facial features, just simple. Not too beautiful. What you can see at a glance will be so boring that you won't have a second look.
I like to go to the far-reaching and quiet courtyard and listen to the ancient sounds. Flower window ancient well, curved column carved wall, quiet only the last meter of sunset. There is an old plum across the flower wall, no! There'd better be peach branches in the corner. When spring comes, the ancient white wall will be painted with a layer of pink.
I like old clothes until they soften. On an early spring morning, I turned it out, pink and cotton, not for wearing, just looking and looking, trying and trying. I remember the first time I put it on, it was a parent-teacher meeting for my son. My son was playing cards with his classmates in the corridor. The children said noisily that my son's mother came and I was proud of him.
I remember one Sunday, wearing a floral dress and walking down the street holding my son's little hand. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to wear my glasses. I'm going back to get them. While hesitating, I suddenly heard my son say, "Let's go. If you need glasses, I can be your eyes. Come on! I hold you! " Looking at his childish face, I was suddenly moved and felt that being a mother was really worth being happy.
Look! Time is such a warm-hearted old man who cut off your beauty and planted a foot of peach blossom in your heart. Only this foot is enough to warm your life!
Chapter 3: See Peach Blossom meet you again. In the afternoon of flying in peach blossom powder, you gave birth to a winter bud, which seemed to bloom only for the moment I arrived.
It's neither too early nor too late, I'm here, and you are in full bloom, somewhat enchanting and somewhat gorgeous. Silent, but the scene is grand.
There are fragrant eyes all over the mountains, but I only walk into your brilliance with my eyes, and you repay my spring warmth with a bright smile. In the depths of my soul, whether the spring breeze exists or not, you have been blooming in my heart. In my words, your face is rosy and smells of spring.
Wandering in your world is like a peach blossom.
Read you, reward you, write you, draw you. ...
Invite you to enter the poem, the poem will be dyed with the color of peach blossom, draw you, and the rhyme of peach blossom will be scattered on the drawing paper, which will make you dream. In my dream, I will be as beautiful as a peach blossom in my girlhood.
Clear your mind, close your eyes, concentrate and calm down.
A peach blossom petal with rain floated into my mind. Did you send me a message about spring?
However, it was the petal rain that brought me back to spring. Back then, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I was one of those blooming flowers, or a petal dancing in the whirlpool, blooming like a rosy cloud and flying all over the sky, having nothing to do with love and affection, but quietly releasing full warmth, like spring.
Who glanced at Nozomi lightly? If I look back, it's all knowing eyes and heart-to-heart communication. In my eyes, I appreciate each other and understand each other, just like a garden in spring. Once, now and in the future, I promise myself and you forever. Butterflies are accompanied, such as beautiful fairy tales, bees as friends, sweetness, birds as friends, happiness and warmth, blue sky and white clouds and sunshine.
Walking in the rainy lane in spring, you are still in the corner, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of you among the flowers. Is "Looking for Him" a doomed peach blossom robbery in previous lives? We met in the drizzle, and I became your prisoner. From then on, life is closely connected with you and it is difficult to give up.
Pick up a peach blossom with rain, hold it in your hand and stare.
The petals overlap in a heart in my hand, telling the wet world of mortals, and my eyes and my heart are also wet; Suddenly turned into a tearful red bean, telling a sad or emotional story; Then, it became a girl's beautiful eyes, a flowing spring, a drop of crystal rain. .......................................................................................................................................................
A gust of wind blew, and the petals whirled like butterflies into the falling flowers, but the one just now was never found.
Bend down and pick it up, gently lift it, petals are flying like swarms of butterflies, open your hands, and the naughty wings of butterflies touch my fingers and easily escape from them. At the moment of my disappointment, I felt my hands were soft. I folded my hands carefully. Is it the beauty that I just held in my hand and was blown away by the wind?
I keep peach blossoms in my diary and treasure them in my heart. With the fragrance of peach blossoms in my heart, words and life are as warm as peach blossoms.
Look at the peach blossom again and open the yellowed diary. Although the petals of peach blossoms can't see the face of Yaoyao, they can vaguely distinguish the glory that once "burned".
Look at the peach blossoms, no rain, full of sunshine. A woman holding a peach blossom fan strolls through the peach blossom forest, and her skirt floats lightly. The woman painted on the fan looks like you in front of you and a peach blossom. I don't know when, the drizzle flies lightly, the rain with petals is misty, and the peach blossom fan disappears in the rain and fog.
Wind and rain are unstoppable and unpredictable. Rain or shine, you only bloom in the artistic conception of beauty. The drizzle weaves a string of beads attached to your sight, and the wind that cares for you gathers into yarn. After the soft wind and drizzle, there may be heavy rain accompanied by strong wind, and it will rain at night, and I don't know the flowers. When flowers bloom and fall, there is always a natural law. The remaining flowers will wither and new flowers will bloom. But "there are still three thousand red leaves and trees, not as good as a flower."
I saw the peach blossom again, but I couldn't find the peach blossom fairy who was drunk at the beginning. Walking in the peach blossom house, there is no bearing of Tang Yin, and you are drunk just by looking at the peach blossom water. Looking back on Tang Yin in those days, what kind of intoxication it would be if peach blossoms were used to make wine. Why exchange peach blossoms for wine? Why bow to horses and chariots? I don't know which celestial body Tang Yin is hiding in now to enjoy peach blossoms. "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze".
Look at the peach blossom again, as if I had been drunk lying under the peach blossom tree. Am I the Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohuawu? Or is the Peach Blossom Island owner taking a nap here in painstaking practice? Either Mr. Tao Gong Wu Liu lives in seclusion here, and this is the Peach Blossom Garden?
I am not Daiyu, and I have no intention of burying flowers. I carefully made an invitation letter for spring with the gift of nature, and sent it to you in the spring breeze, to you, to you, and to you. Please plant flowers and hoe the ground with me.
Chapter four: Ten thousand acres of peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze. "Every year is more beautiful, and peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze." Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the buds on the branches of peach trees bloom almost overnight!
Driving with my grandparents to enjoy peach blossoms in the 10,000-acre peach garden in Xiangyang City. This year, due to the favorable weather, peach blossoms bloom better than in previous years. Today, it is a sunny day with bright spring. My grandparents and I enjoyed the charming scenery in the fields and laughed at nectarines.
"The ten-mile promenade welcomes guests, and ten thousand acres of peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze". I sat in the car and saw peach blossoms on both sides of the road, such as the sea; Peach trees are like open umbrellas, covering the hillside with pink tulle. The moment I saw the peach blossom, my heart suddenly turned bright red. Seeing this picturesque scenery makes me relaxed and refreshed.
I got off the bus with my grandparents. Guided by the tour guide, we entered the 10,000-acre Taoyuan. Walking in Taoyuan is like walking in the world of pictorial. My grandfather asked me to write a poem to describe this beautiful scenery, so I wrote: "Wear the brilliance of spring and hold the spring breeze in March;" Go through the forest like Xia Tao, and get close to peach blossoms at zero distance. "My grandfather also improvised a poem:" Hold up a pink, light and delicate white petal; "Peach blossoms bloom quietly, just waiting for the spring wind to blow gently." Grandma said, "Monty's poems are well written!" " Maybe we have been here for a long time, and the tour guide said, "Why don't you just write and take pictures?" At this time, I remembered to take pictures with a digital camera, and I wanted to leave this unforgettable moment.
Picking up the digital camera, I found those lovely peach blossoms, just like girls who fell in love with spring, blooming with the initial charm, with a shy blush, some smiling and some flirting; Some are in the bud, while Shimada Hanzo is half exposed. Look at the intoxicating clusters of peach blossoms and flowers on that branch. Then I remembered the poem "Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun". This poem,
Towards noon, Peach Blossom worked harder to bloom her bright smile, as if thousands of carefree children were laughing together. Yes, a few Kobanawa bones were there, bulging their mouths, just like a few little girls with shame; Some refuse to leave easily with small drops of water; Yes, lying shyly on the pink petals, glowing with crystal light.
At noon, the owner of the garden has prepared meals for our arrival. Only when I sat down did I know that it was arranged by Grandpa's students. Smelling the smell of rice and coriander, I looked at the cabin on this hillside. It is not big or luxurious, but there is a different kind of elegance inside and outside. After careful observation, I found a peach blossom in the cabin, which came through the window. Suddenly I remembered a poem I saw on the Internet a few days ago: "There is another village with bright flowers and peach blossoms." The wind blows into the curtains, which only makes the clothes smell. "
I picked up a digital camera and left the most beautiful spring scenery with this cottage and peach blossoms all over the mountain as the background!
Chapter 5: Peach Blossoms In March, the weather has just warmed up, and the peach blossoms on the streets in the town spit out pink petals. She passed by town in a gray suit. The wind blows gently, but not a peach blossom falls. She stood in front of the peach tree, watching the peach blossom and the bees and butterflies dancing. People were fascinated, and then they looked up and saw a face opposite the peach blossom, thin, handsome and heavy-eyed. He also looked at her through the peach blossom and looked at her with four eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but when he waved to her, he turned and left.
She immediately turned and ran counter to him, this time for life.
During this period, she married and had children, and experienced poverty and serious illness. The monotony of rural life and the fatigue of farmland can't change her memory of the face opposite the peach blossom: thin, handsome and heavy-eyed.
When she passed through the town, she remembered herself in a gray suit that year; After the town, it was still in March when the peach blossoms were blooming, as if there was a faint fragrance seeping into the heart and spleen, as if the face separated from the peach blossoms was still there, and a hand was still laid on her.
Just like the gorgeous turn of the year, the small town peach blossom is also stored in her eternal memory! That day in Na Yue, March Peach Blossom's face was thin, handsome and heavy. She knows that once in a lifetime, after meeting, she will say goodbye, love for life, miss it, and have no regrets.
She has no regrets about living in the country, because there is a peach tree in the town not far from the country. That year in Na Yue, it just bloomed brilliantly, and let her enjoy and revel in her life through the face of peach trees. Until she was old, she remembered!