Qu Dingguo | In winter, go to BailiZhou to see the greenery
The winter of Baili Zhou is full of green.
The 100-mile-long causeway blocks the gushing river water and protects the endless green.
Green is the logo of bailizhou winter, green is the most beautiful point of bailizhou, and green is the rhythmic note of bailizhou. It is green, spreading poetry on the 212 square kilometers of drawing board; it is green, presenting the vitality in the warm sunshine, the hazy fog, the gaps between the drizzle like silk, and the stage where snowflakes are flying.
The green of winter, skipping a season, sends BailiZhou into spring. The blue sky and the emerald green earth echo each other, leaving the dead and desolate beyond the island.
The green of Baili Zhou is a beautiful text planted by farmers, and it is the "Book of Poetry" that has been sung endlessly for thousands of years.
The green of Baili Zhou makes you feel refreshed and full of reverie in winter. To borrow the words of the writer Chu Chu to describe, the green of Baili Zhou is a kind of flexible green, a green that every pore will produce oil, a kind of green that is reckless and unscrupulous, a green that makes people's hearts flutter at a glance, a green that the whole life is eager to break free from the green.
How can such a green not be pleasant and pleasant, and make people nostalgic?
The green of winter wheat, like a girl, is soft and soft, tender and incomparable, and it comes out of the water when pinched, and the water spirit is loved and pitied. Kissing her lightly, the spring heart fluttered, like smoke and dreams. Looking at her from a distance, the green color flowed and shone brightly. A ridge and a furrow, horizontal view is a huge green oil painting, boundless; vertical view is a line of wordless lyric poems, catchy.
The morning light is first emerging, and the cold wind is blowing. Rapeseed with her emerald green posture, fluttering, graceful swaying, full of charm. The amount of green in that body is accumulating momentum, nurturing vitality, waiting for a winter to expose the golden cauliflower in the spring, vibrating to the world.
Broad bean seedlings crawling in the field, small birds clinging to people, holding their heads high, although they dare not raise their eyebrows with rapeseed, they are also enthusiastic and unrestrained, painting the winter of Baili Zhou into a green ocean.
Rows of potato seedlings, large pieces of white radish, pieces of broccoli, like poetry, words and like endowments, staggered and parallel, you green to show me, I recite to you, noisy and cut, clanging, prancing horse whip, running posture like a athlete on the sports field, all the way forward. The tears that flowed out, like the spring tide with rain, added an infinite humanistic atmosphere to BailiZhou.
The vegetable gardens in front of and behind the farmhouses all show their gods in different postures. The fullest is the cabbage, majestic and heroic, standing in the cold wind and rain and snow; the cabbage lies on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with each other, the lotus is in love, the dark green is dazzling, and people covet; the garlic breaks free of the shackles of the soil, stands in the field, hunches its arms, proud of the snow and frost, and emits a burst of garlic fragrance.
In the wilderness of winter, Baili Zhou presents a derivative vitality everywhere, full of vitality and vigor.
The sunlight hit the green mounds, dyeing the entire farmland dark green and shining, which not only made people feel relaxed, but also made other creatures want to move.
The crows are on the bare branches, facing the green, wah-wah-wah-
The sparrow chirped, unable to resist the temptation of green, and flew down in an arc from the roof ridge and pounced into the arms of green. Peck, jump over, peck again, and then, leap forward, the waves undulating, plunging into the depths of the green. Then, without hesitation, he returned and landed on the roof ridge, condescending, overlooking the green, and nodding in greeting.
The hen jumped out of the nest, elated, singing its own song of lyrics and music, and staggered out. The farmers did not like its publicity, and swept the handles over and swept it toward the green space.
A flock of geese, swimming for a while in winter, washed away the dust on their bodies, and climbed up from the weir pond to the shore. Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky. It shook its head and tail, walked proudly out of The LuoBin King's verse and headed straight for the greenery.
In the winter of BailiZhou, the fog is heavy, and the network has a mysterious veil. Just now it was still clearly visible, and in the blink of an eye, the fog was shrouded. The boat, moored by the river, could not move, and the people who crossed the river in a hurry sighed long and short. The trolley was slow to move, double flashing fog lights, cautious. On the country road, you can only hear the nagging of pedestrians, but you can't see their figures. At this time, green, under the fluttering clouds, sucked the jade liquid of the heavens, and feasted on a sumptuous meal.
In the fog, the green of Baili Zhou is a kind of fantastic vision condensed by the earth.
The gentle rainy day is the best mood for winter. Only rain and green are the same lineage, the green in the haze of smoke and rain, leaving a wisp of green smoke, and it is called comfort. The cold forced people into the house, around the stove, shouting to the neighbors, serving wine glasses, drinking freely, the world south and the north of the kan, rambling, talking about human accidents, kan thriving... From middle to late, the hot pot is short of vegetables, from the vegetable garden to carry a cabbage, dig up a few handfuls of spinach, wash, everything does not have to be cut, torn into pieces, down into the hot pot, fresh and delicious.
"Mo Xiao farmhouse lax wine, good year to stay guests foot chicken and dolphin." In the winter of Baili Zhou, families slaughter pigs and sheep, exhaust and fish, sausages, pig heads, bacon, leg of lamb, dried fish... Hanging and drying in front of their own doors, like a wax goods expo, highlighting the pride of the farmer's abundant food and clothing. No matter which one you go to, there is good hospitality. If you are in the middle of it, I am afraid that it is more hospitable than Lu Fangweng touring Shanxi Village.
It was snowing, the snowflakes were fluttering, free, and it fell on the heads of pedestrians, on the bare branches, on the green canvas, pressed against the tender wheat of tucui, wrapped in the young leaves of rapeseed. The vegetable beds and roofs in front of and behind the farmhouses are covered with a white carpet, whitening the past and present lives of Baili Zhou.
Snowflakes fell on the mirror-like weir pond, and the green water swallowed it up and melted into one.
Throughout the winter, There is only one color in BailiZhou, that is, the green of crops, which is also the green of Bailizhou. Green covered the mud that had been ploughed, and green supported the winter of BailiZhou, and the smell of earth and green breath embraced together to form the winter breath of Bailizhou. She activated the vitality of wanhu Xiaoshu and selflessly distributed the vigorous greenery to the watchmen of the island.
BailiZhou is the largest Jiangxinzhou of the Yangtze River, surrounded by water on all sides. In the eyes of the bailizhou people, the whole world is only bailizhou and beyond the bailizhou. According to the owner of Ewha Island, from Bailizhou to the whole world, from the whole world back to Bailizhou, I love you deeply.
Across a river, the green of Baili Zhou is hidden in the boudoir and is unknown to people. The horn of the beautiful rural construction has opened a passage for this dusty green, so that people outside the Baili Continent can also enter the Green Island Bailizhou in winter.
In winter, when you go to Bailizhou to see the green, the bailizhou people will not hesitate to expose the green to you, and if you want to see it, no matter how you look at it, she is not tired.