American appreciation 丨 short article two

Text/Gao Yaping

Spring days

Every year, when the glaciers have not yet thawed and the swallows have not yet returned to the north, I eagerly hope that spring will soon come. It's like when I was a kid looking forward to a day earlier. I have been anxious to go to the water's edge to see, the proverb is not said, "five nine six nine, across the river to see the willow", the willow tree should be the first tree to perceive the spring weather. I also wandered to Shaoling Pass, the wheat seedlings were green, and the land seemed to be softened, but the grass on the side of the mound was still dry, and I did not see "Rong". Chun is like a naughty child, I don't know where to hide quietly, I just can't find it.

There was a light rain. Spring almost came with this light rain. In the light rain, I saw buds on the branches of willow trees, like a little girl waking up, blinking her eyes and putting on a green dress. The willow tree was beautiful in an instant. My heart instantly opened up. "The Moon of Meng Chun... The east wind thaws, and the stinging insects begin to vibrate. Fish on negative ice, otter sacrifice fish, waiting for the goose north. Remembering the words in the Huainan Zi Shi ZeXun, he looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, and he did not see a big goose flying by. Only some kites fluttered in the sky, in the light rain. Instead, it adds some scenery to the lonely sky, and makes people's hearts move.

I remembered the scene when I went to Hanzhong last spring and went to Sichuan and Chongqing. It is in the territory of the western part of Mian County, a large area of rape flowers are interspersed, and the ocean has become a yellow ocean. Bees are buzzing and flying. The distant mountains are like daisy, quietly towering under the steel blue sky, and there are white clouds floating slowly in the sky. The joy of the heart reached the extreme, so he wrote a poem: "The light clouds lightly wipe the sun and the new color, and the soft wind blows the butterflies and flies." Cauliflower in a place is similar, and the flowers are yellow like dog head gold. "Immediately sent a text message to a friend with a mobile phone, and the friend wrote back that the scenery looked good, that is, the poem was too smelly." I immediately burst out laughing. I think this poem is just the joy of my heart, and He once wanted to really write poetry.

Spring came in my eager anticipation. Seeing that the willow trees by the river were green, the magnolias in the ancient temple had bloomed, and the spring flowers under the city walls had turned yellow. Even clothes can be worn less, and people are much lighter. Happiest thing is that you don't have to be read. Brew a cup of tea, take a small stool, put it on the balcony, in the quiet tea fragrance, bathed in the warm sunshine, bathed in the gentle willow wind, reading ancient books, how pleasant it is.

Unfortunately, Xi'an's spring neck is too short. In the blink of an eye, it's summer of cicadas chirping again.

Spring Night Notes

The spring night is lonely, sitting quietly at home. A cup of tea, a book, and a god among the gods.

I read the ancestor Li Zhengfeng's "Journey to Emei Mountain". "On the third day of the first month of July in the year of Jiazi, Yu Kaiziyang ascended to the golden peak of Emei. At that time, the rain was light, the clouds and mountains were ethereal, the terrace was faint, and the heart was relaxed. Russia gradually felt that he could not breathe well, so he hurried away. Knowing that ordinary people are ordinary people, it is difficult to overcome the realm of the gods. "Sigh.

Mr. Yi was alive, because I was slow to enjoy myself, and I neglected my studies. One day, I met Mr. Shi in a school building in the southern suburbs, and Mr. Li gave me the sentence "Son in Kawakami: The Deceased Is Like Sifu" in the special book "Analects". And at the end of the book, he said: "Yu deeply feels the ruthlessness of the streamer, and yaping students cherish it very much." "More than twenty years ago, Mr. Yu taught me pedagogy in the academy, after graduation, I failed to continue its mantle, only to go all day to go east and west, do some trivial things, this year over fifty, white hair between the sideburns, and finally achieved nothing.

And my husband has abandoned me for more than ten years. I can no longer see him in his demeanor, nor can I listen to his teachings. See Sir can only be in dreams. Remembering it, my heart aches and I regret it. I don't feel it.