Linxia Wen Yuan

Jiao Yujie

In recent days, I have been seeing photos of Chunhua in the WeChat group, and my heart suddenly shocked. I wandered in the paper pile and forgot the solar terms in confusion. Is spring coming back? There are really people who waste spring scenery like me in this world! After several times of self-reproach, I made an appointment with my friend, and I must hold on to the glory and go for an outing in the sea of flowers.

A few years ago, in order to develop tourism, the local government built a flower landscape of several hundred acres in Fiona Fang with a beachhead higher than the downstream reservoir. It used to be a wasteland with lush rivers, willows and weeds. Later, the water level of the Yellow River rose. Although the north side of the Yellow River has been soaked in water for half a year, the willow is also extremely moist, and the pitching side grows wildly, growing into countless trees and gathering into forests. At the intersection of stagnant water, there are many reeds and cattails, which are unstoppable and become a natural barrier to the north of the flower sea. The south barrier of the flower sea is a terrace that rises in turn and suddenly rises above the viewing road. There are mandshurica and lilacs planted in it, which can not only shade the sun, but also look at the flowers, which is the uniqueness of the designer.

There are three roads that extend to the flower sea. The farthest one is at the entrance of Huahai West, extending from the colorful red sandstone cliff in front of the so-called Shili Gallery, crossing the ancient city bridge, and at the foot is a corner of the flower sea that is gradually becoming spacious. The most romantic entrance is Huahai North Entrance. A bridge was cleverly built where Huahai reached the middle of the river. If it flies over a clear river, it will connect binjiang road on the north shore and Huahai on the south shore. I vaguely remember the official asking the name of the bridge. As time went on, the original name of the bridge was forgotten. In a word, people call it Rainbow Bridge. The white arch, like a rainbow lying on the river, floats in from here, like a fairy. Can you not be romantic and unhappy?

Our flower sea tour starts from the south bank of Taiji Bridge, from east to west, passes through Qingshiji and Waterwheel Park, and reaches the flower sea. On arriving at the sightseeing road, several people have breathed the breath of spring from the single row of weeping willows on the roadside. Willows droop in the breeze, with prominent leaf buds, hairy and light yellow, gently swaying with the wind, and their graceful posture and unprovoked provocative mood are no wonder that the ancients called them dancers' waists. A few more steps, pink cherry blossoms and white tanchun outside lined up on both sides of the sightseeing road, making people have been floating with a slightly bitter and sweet aroma. From here on, spring is more lively, with golden winter jasmine, water yellow to the extreme magnolia, and countless apricot flowers smiling from the branches. The accompanying music is just a chorus of thousands of bees, which can be heard from a distance. However, the dancers are still jumping from one bud to another, busy little bees.

Looking at all kinds of flowers and plants along the way, listening to seagulls flying and crying on the seemingly blue green river, we suddenly stepped into the sea of flowers. Huahai is a land that gradually descends from sightseeing road to the north. I stood outside a winding colorful sidewalk, leaning against the barrier of willows and reeds by the water, and I raised my eyes and looked out. In previous years, tulips, gladiolus, verbena and other flowers were planted according to different seasons along the inflorescence slope. However, when we rushed into this place, what caught our eyes was the vast and empty land and clusters of flower seedlings on the ground. I'm a little slow. In my heart, Huang Gu has a eulogy for spring: "Where does spring return?" There is no way to be lonely. If anyone knows where to go in spring, call back and live together ... "Looking at the gardener covered with film in the distance, it took a long time to react. According to Hehuang, it should be early spring here now.

In the sea of flowers in early spring, everything is in bud, not to mention the willow branches bearing golden buds, the peony branches bearing red buds and the peony branches bearing purple stems. This is the Tulip Festival scheduled for mid-April, and the tulips that people in urban and rural areas are eagerly waiting for only produce a big main stem and three or four broad leaves. However, only some flowers by the water absorbed all the sunshine. On the low pedicel, flowers of different colors are blooming in twos and threes, giving people a kind of joy of coming early in Xiangyang in early spring. Close to the flowers of different colors, Huang Cancan seems to have penetrated into the light, the whiteness of white seems to have spit out a light fog, and the redness seems to have shed rouge ... All kinds of colors are so pure, so pure, this is not a flower, it is really a group of innocent smiling faces of children.

After all, just after the vernal equinox, there are still many seedlings that have just been planted on the surface. Looking up, on the land without flowers and trees, only agile snipes are jumping, long-tailed gray magpies are flying by, and the magpies jumping while walking are looking for food, which seems a bit empty. At this time, there is no need to run around here in a hurry. Just three or two intimate friends, dressed in spring clothes, bathed in the spring breeze, walking leisurely without any strength on their shoulders, plain and faint. I don't want to walk on the stone pier by the tree. Take a break and a topic will be finished. When I want to walk, I will wander on the path under the tree. At this moment, it's nothing to say a few words, talk about the epidemic, sigh and talk about the years. It is naturally the most inappropriate for officials to envy money and get involved in some secular material desires.

Of course, walking in this vibrant place, we naturally have a relaxed mood floating in the wilderness, that is, dullness. Only in the middle of the jungle on the west side of the Rainbow Bridge, thousands of elms and willows stand upright, their crowns are connected like the same branch, but the trees are independent and condescending. Obviously, they were planted artificially in those years and grew into this battle. What do you think is a natural landscape made in heaven? Seeing this, people can't help thinking of doing morning exercises at the edge of the forest in the morning, drinking tea under the forest in the afternoon and reading in the shade at night. As for the trail on the east side of the Rainbow Bridge, it is flickering, and the flowering period is hidden in the depths of the flowers. It is also the place where antelope hang their horns, and there is no trace to be found. This is still the best place to sit alone for a day and think about those mysterious ideas.

Our three friends walked in the slightly empty but elegant sea of flowers, occasionally thinking of verbena, gladiolus, what kind of pink flowers are blooming, and Huang Juhua connected with the sunset glow ... We exchanged smiles and words, experienced the spring and autumn of life, communicated with the passage of time and looked forward to the prosperity and prosperity of tomorrow.

This forest is picturesque.

Ren Suiping

In winter and spring, this land is sparsely forested.

A piece of sparse forest, sparse, open and elegant, can be painted.

Most of the sparse forests that can be painted are poplars. Poplar sprouted in spring, and it was gloomy in summer. In early autumn, gold leaves rustled, until after several first frost, the dazzling dance of gold leaves fell into the embrace of the earth. In winter, the poplar forest was washed away and stood quietly. In Shan Ye, on the slope south of the village, the fields are silent in winter.

When you are free in winter, you can slowly walk out of the village lane and enjoy a sparse forest alone.

The "sparseness" of sparse forest lies in sparseness and elegance.

The dense forest is impenetrable, dense and deep, giving people mystery and conjecture. The deep forest always reminds people of Kawabata Yasunari's words, which are dense and profound, and seem to contain a touch of sadness and timidity. And sparse forest, which means open sparse, is easily associated with the calligraphy of Huang Tingjian and Mi Fei. It is emotional and has a sense of openness, which makes people feel a little leisure in a strong place. This kind of leisure means that Xin Qiji's poems are open-minded and cheerful, and there is a kind of leisure interest in late Ming sketches. Just as the spring morning sun shines obliquely from the mountain and fills the sparse forest, that kind of warmth fills the forest.

The sparse forest in winter is suitable for waiting for a snow.

Snow always turns over from the back of the mountain. After noon, the whole sky was foggy and the eaves of tiles were very low. At this point, a person sitting alone in the sparse forest in the mountains, Shan Ye was silent. Only the wind is moving. If the footsteps of dreams rustle, gently brush your face, brush your sleeves, overflow your ankles, and trickle to the next village. The person sitting alone on the mountain must have a book in his hand at this moment, an old book, like an old story, mottled but densely plot. So they turned the pages idly, turned over the old stories and savored them. I looked up and saw snowflakes turning over from the other side of the mountain, spreading magnificently. If there are crowds, they will spread all over Shan Ye. The wind fell asleep, and in the ravine, it was as quiet as a virgin. The sheep woke up and came from the cliff. Snowflakes were flying in Shan Ye.

At this moment, I don't think about anything, do nothing, and just quietly look at the distant sky in Shan Ye and Shan Ye. Snowflakes are full and diffuse. If ancient paintings are ancient, they will fall into the sky.

Behind the sparse forest, at this time, the collective holds high the flag, and the diagonally woven snowflakes are hunting flags or bookmarks obliquely inserted in the earth's photo album.

Sparse forests in spring, soaked by thick winter snow, crackle in the morning sun, and those tender buds that have bred a winter are showing the secret of the vitality of spring breeze. At this time, sitting alone in the Woods is like drinking fragrant teas.

That peach blossom smells like tea.

Bend down gently and put your nose close to the peach branches. The fragrance will linger in your whole body, between collars, cuffs, nose, lungs and every gesture. The wind woke up gently, and Han Han's bones made a sound again, like good tea, blooming in his lips, and the aroma gave birth to time, sweet and fragrant. I always like to find real life in tea. In fact, a life full of interest is also tea. Pu 'er, which has been fermented for many years, has a little sweetness and a little bitterness. Sweet and sour is the true meaning of life.

The real taste is good, the real taste can restore the true meaning of life, and the real taste can make the soul reveal fragrance. In those years, I wandered in the north and south of the Yangtze River because of words. Rough is the true taste of the north, and beauty is the true taste of the water town. Only words with real flavor have fragrance and linger in the heart.

Just like at this moment, my soul is in this sparse forest, in the luster of every tree that seems to wake up, in the casual birdsong between every branch, in a roaring figure, in the intoxication of a flower.

Pinellia flowers bloom and I am slightly drunk. I like this wonderful time. I like a person to give the story in his chest to the vast Shan Ye, to the past and to another person who cherishes life.

Sparse forest patches, patches of true meaning, a bit expensive.

Miss my mother

governor of Hong Kong

It's another spring when apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and I don't see my mother walking on crutches. Mom, I have been away from you for 365 days and nights, and your voice and smile are always hidden in front of my eyes.

When I go back to Xiaowan in my dream, I always see you hunched over and holding a shovel. In the small garden on the west side of our old yard, I pulled out a few grasses, seven-leaf chrysanthemum, morning glory, and hardworking bees and butterflies dancing among the flowers, and spent those leisurely and lonely years with you at home alone.

Several times in my dream, I still remember my lover Qin Shu and I were with you, and my grandson Yuze was pushing a wheelchair. We walked through one garden and another tree among the peony flowers in Linxia Red Garden. From time to time, you approach the hydrangea-like purple peony, smelling the flowers, listening to the honey juice and enjoying the butterfly dance ... You love flowers, and peony flowers are your favorite. You said that when I was a child, there were several nests of Melaleuca peony in my family's garden in Jiayao, and the whole family was taking care of it. Peony always bloomed as scheduled every year.

When I sit on the kang in my dream, I always see you scratching the sheets and mattresses on the kang from time to time with those deformed and rough hands that have been working for many years, for fear that something unclean will stick to you. The buttons on your cardigan are so delicate and symmetrical, the quilts on the kang are always neatly folded, the windowsill is always wiped clean, and the needle and thread are always put in the basket obediently, so you can't see any mess. Throughout your life, you always loved cleanliness until you slept on the kang in your later years, and you always wiped your eyes with your hands, so you lived a clean life.

Several times in my dream, I woke up under the oil lamp and saw you leaning against the kang wall of a high room, listening to my children's snoring, holding thousands of cloth soles one by one. Later, I asked, why don't you sleep so late? You told me that once my eldest brother said that when he was a child, he went to school to race with his classmates, fearing that his barefoot shoes would not live up to expectations. He hit his classmate when he was lifting his shoes. You silently swear that no matter how hard and tired he is, no matter how difficult his family is, he must put on decent shoes for his doll, so that he can better defeat others by wearing shoes. From then on, whenever it was rainy and rainy and I couldn't work in the fields, I tore off the old clothes, cut off the old cloth and made cloth shoes with homemade paste. I remember when I was a child, you covered the kang edge and the kang wall with cloth stickers. Yueshun, Xiaomei, Mangmang and Honghong and I chalked on them pictures like cats and dogs to play on the ready-made blackboard. People with many dolls in the village often give them hard-made cloth stickers and cut out some suitable shoes with newspapers. In addition to Gou Napo, I have four mistresses in the village. My third mother's mother, my queer brother's outer mistress, you are handy. Ningcha Every household here has shoes of different sizes that you cut.

I slept on the kang several times in my dreams and listened to you talk about her family. How old is your grandfather, how diligent your father is, how kind your eldest brother is, how studious your second brother is, and your cousin in Inner Mongolia, the little girl in Dujiaping, the niece of Meiying in Jinchang, the nephew of Yinhu in other places, the nephew of Lu Yong in Lanzhou, and your second brother's children Yiner, Lei Ying, Wenying, and just ... Jing Gou's aunt, Zhechuan's aunt, Baiyang Bay. You told me over and over again about the caves in your earthen kiln, the Grand View Garden, the big orchard, the old sour pear tree in front of the door, and the graves halfway up the mountain. I listened to it again and again in my sleep ... In your later years, you lived a lonely and happy life by thinking of your relatives and family.

Several times in my dream, I went back to Zhuangzi and Zhuangzi. On the uphill kang, I always see a dignified old lady leaning against the window wall, leaning against the pillow, listening to the broadcast of cloth boxes hanging on the wall and connected to the ground wire, watching the simple iron brazier on the edge of the kang, sipping cans of tea as black as brown sugar and water, smoking a brass hookah, and living a nourishing and leisurely life. That old lady is my grandmother and your mother-in-law. Every morning, gastrodia elata lit up. You should first fill grandma's fire table in the dark, and then set the iron brazier quickly. Poop-poop ... You can blow the firewood, simmer the clay pot, stew the hot tea, and serve the thin Huang Liang fried noodles cake specially prepared for grandma ... That's how your day begins, and so is grandma's day. As far as I can remember, it was not until 1976, at the end of the extremely cold twelfth month, that I entered Dujiamen for more than 20 years, and you followed the instructions given by your lover (father) and served the dignified old lady wholeheartedly, supporting the lives of orphans and widows alone in Dujiamen. Go home this Spring Festival to pay a New Year call to the elders in Zhuangcun. They all praised you as a good wife and mother. The old man said that no matter how busy the agricultural society was at that time, how far it was to the farm and how close it was at noon, you always rushed home with little feet to cook a hot meal for grandma and the dolls. Even if the captain was reluctant, you made up your mind to let the old man eat hot tea and hot meals until you threatened to deduct your work points. But if you don't rest after dinner, turn around and go to work at once, and make up the wrong job again. There is always more than one point, and there is nothing to say.

I have seen you several times in my dream. You are busy on the big stove in the west kitchen. With a big bellows, you can know the life of a family of more than ten people, lazy bumps on miscellaneous noodles, lumps on glutinous rice noodles and boiled potatoes like peony flowers. So you're constantly struggling to support your family. The southeast building is a stone mill. My younger brother Yue Shun and my younger sister took turns to pull the rope in partnership. When you push the grinding load hard, you clean the grinding table carefully. In this way, we grind coarse grains and white flour together to feed our family. In the terraced fields of Lanwan, on the land of Majialiang, you knelt down on your kneepads. You pulled the golden wheat with your separated hands, one on the left and the other on the right ... Under the leadership of you and my lover, our family stood in a row for food, and our granddaughter was so busy that she was red-faced and watched the donkeys grazing sheep by the ridge. How hard and happy we are!

A few times in my dream for the New Year, the panes in the hall were covered with window grilles cut by my elder sister, second sister and second sister. Kittens, puppies, pigs, peony, peony, hydrangea, red, green and green are all so vivid, so bright and so energetic. In the middle of the hall, there are four bowls of mouth-watering rice on the big elm table that I can't remember how old it is, for you to cook and decorate carefully. Ancestors have one, grandfathers have one, wives have one, and your mother-in-law has one. You also specially reminded us to put grandma's hookah on the altar, because you know that my grandma and your mother-in-law are best at smoking those two kinds. Grandma was alive, and you served for more than 20 years. After grandma died, you were enshrined for more than 40 years.

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When the floodgate of memory is opened, I miss you like a raging tide, loving my mother's feelings, my mother's kindness, my parents' hard work and my children's clumsy writing, which will never be finished.

It happened in Tomb-Sweeping Day on March 3rd this year. Although the country has a unified festival to sweep the graves of deceased relatives, unfortunately, due to the impact of the epidemic, our children and grandchildren living in Dunhuang, Jinchang, Lanzhou, Linxia, Pingliang, Beijing, Xi, Hangzhou, Guangzhou and other places can't really gather in front of your newly built grave to burn incense and paper for you. In desperation, under my call, a dozen children and grandchildren wrote it down.

Eleventh spring

Tianyuan xianke

In spring, from the day I first met her, I felt a sense of intimacy.

When the earth wakes up, everything wakes up. Even the old women who refused to show up at the farmhouse staggered in. I guess this is a dream season. Isn't it? Without a few words about spring in my heart, how monotonous our life will be!

Another dreary morning. After breakfast, I packed my things for work: nothing more than one or two favorite books, a pack of cigarettes and a bun. Go straight downstairs and walk on the sidewalk. The branches of weeping willows sway gently in the breeze, and the looming green leaves reveal the information of spring. Looking closely, I found that every branch was covered with bulging buds, and they came with gorgeous and fragrant spring. When the breeze blows, the branches swing rhythmically. It seems that someone is calling a password to let them act according to the order. The direction of the wind is the direction in which the branches jump. The row of weeping willows above the fence is swollen, although the branches are flexible and slender. Several workers dressed as farmers are cutting off the dry branches to make the tender branches consistent with the breath of spring.

The branches and leaves that were cut off were from last year, but as soon as I saw it, I thought of the long-sleeved dancing in summer, the branches hanging down the road, the birds scurrying around and twittering, and the bees and butterflies shuttling back and forth. If you are by the river, you will see different sights. Although there is a small stream running in the river, you can see some ripples, the figure of weeping willows is also rippling in it, and the reflection of clouds is trembling slightly on the water. ...

I deliberately shook off a few leaves that fell from my body, deluding myself that they never fell on my shoulders ... The sunshine bounced off my body obliquely, and the texture on my clothes seemed to increase, making me feel more comfortable and happy.

In fact, this is just a common phenomenon in my daily life, but I accidentally wrote it down today.

In this way, I repeated the dull days, and in this way, I recorded every moment in my daily life. Today, because of an accidental discovery in the spring morning, my life is full of poetry. Because of the spring water and spring breeze, my days are richer and more fulfilling.

Salute! Collection donor

He Zhongshan

one

Hezhou's hot land breeds heroes, and it is common to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

In ancient times, there was a king who helped all people, but today he proposed a collection.

two

The price of more than 1000 collections is priceless, and it is not tempting to spend a lot of money to buy them.

Selfless dedication and courage, the first person in Gansu.

three

I love collecting all my life, and obsession is better than life.

Don't give up a penny on weekdays, in case the cultural relics hit a large sum of money.

four

I always have a soft spot when I meet a baby on a business trip in the south.

Merchants refused to be reconciled, but also took care of uncle's feelings.

five

Over time, it plays a role in promoting the agenda.

There is a pavilion on the bank of the Yellow River, and thousands of people visit it.

six

Visit the exhibits in the northern plateau, and at first glance, you will soon become a landscape.

Mr. Zan is responsible and has a good reputation.

seven

Although personal library is successful, it is limited after all.

Cultural relics originated in China, serving the country and the people.

Vernal equinox season

Xianfu

Walking in the vernal equinox between willows, bamboo jointing and green grass idling.

Looking for the sound of the harp and a young man's performance, stepping on the rhyme to meet old friends.

The wind curtain always urges bud dew, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating.

Gulls and herons dance in Xiahe River, and the Phoenix Mountain is cool.

Butterfly exploring spring

A Zi

It's in Peony Park.

Dressed in gorgeous national costumes

one who has long sleeves dances more gracefully—one will succeed much easier if he has something to rely upon

Show your graceful dancing alone.

I guess

It expects love.

Sing together

Start (a disease)

Meet Hezhou where peonies are in full bloom.

Who is the cutest person?

Gu Jianhong

Medical care is forgotten.

Alternate day and night

Determine the epidemic situation with a needle

Defend our safety.

The traffic police are as green as steel giants.

Adhere to strict compliance at all intersections.

Police blue with trumpet.

Shuttle through the streets

Persuade returning pedestrians

Hard-working gardener with headphones.

Spread hope through time and space

Hygienic products orange broom

Don't let go of any corner

Red volunteers become messengers.

Send warmth to each isolation point.

The countryside has lost its former excitement.

This city is not as busy as it used to be.

But everything is fine.

Who is the cutest person?

Everyone who sticks to the epidemic prevention front

Is the cutest person.

I believe that the whole people will fight the epidemic.

Will leave COVID-19 with nowhere to run.

We will hang party flag.

Welcome the bright sunshine.

Embrace the flowers of spring.