One night autumn wind and half a mountain rain, two or three morning bells eight or nine tones, Xiaoyue West sinking boat self-transverse, frost leaves red through the ten mile pavilion. The clear spring on the stone, the sound of geese crying in the long sky. A river autumn water half a willow, two or three egrets eight nine clouds, boundless fallen leaves under the endless, chrysanthemum yellow reed white ten mile pavilion. Mandarin ducks frolic in the water, acacia birds out of the forest. The green mountains are layered with peaks, and one side is red silk scarf. The road is far away, tears are full of tears, oh, tears. Lonely sails away, tears are full of tears, oh, tears are shining. When the geese return in the coming year, the flowers are long and mellow, the green mountains are gentle and the peaks are layered, and the red silk scarf of the fluttering side, the red silk scarf of the fluttering side, the red silk scarf.
Sun Bingwei
A night of autumn rain brought a cool feeling. The husband is going to go far, and a young couple who have been newly married for less than a year will be separated this morning. Early in the morning, the wife was busy sorting out the sideburns, and her face was haggard in the mirror. Last night without sleep, the husband and wife listened to the autumn wind of Xiao Ser, said a night of intimate words, and did not feel the dawn. Hurriedly cook, carefully fry a plate of fluffy mountain eggs, boil the rice porridge to a sticky thickness, and burn the green onion cake that the husband usually wants to eat. Just sit in front of him, watching him eat into his mouth one bite at a time, one bite at a time, swallow it, fragrant, sweet silk...
Lingering pity, hugging and kissing each other, tears in their eyes. Hold hands and say goodbye. The young couple walked and stopped along the river embankment.
Autumn winds are cold, and the trees are falling endlessly, although they were once full of new green branches, they have now become dead branches and leaves, and they are mottled. The wild grass is swaying, cold and miserable, and the grass is filled with the sad sound of autumn insects from time to time, how can it not make people feel a taste in their hearts? There were geese crying in the long sky, and the couple stopped to look up at the geese going south, speechless. Maybe they also carry a strong sense of nostalgia, why is it that the sound is full of endless attachment and contains heartbreaking misery? The reeds in the river are as white as snow, and they frequently wave their heads in the autumn wind of Xiao Ser, which may be telling their husbands that the homeland is difficult to give up, the township sound is long-lasting, the people have not left, and the wife has looked forward to returning! Several pairs of Mandarin ducks play in the water, the autumn water blue waves contain love veins, snuggle up to each other, that may be for the husband to remember, thousands of miles apart, two hearts imprinted, Mandarin love can not be broken, in and out to form pairs. A pair of acacia birds, whispering, flew out of the willow forest by the river one after the other, perhaps in a hurry to send each other off, and put Yin Yin's lovesickness in the traveler's bag?
The wife looked at her husband with tears in her eyes and repeated the words she had said many times: This trip is full of wind and rain, and we must be careful everywhere.
Autumn rain has fallen again, falling on the face, flowing on the mouth, why is it a little salty? It turned out that the autumn rain was full of tears! He hurriedly opened the umbrella, took his wife into his arms, and carefully wiped the tears from his beloved's eyes. I don't know how many intimate words have not been said enough, and I don't know how many instructions are always remembered. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, ten miles long pavilion to send each other.
There is a difference between thousands of miles and miles. In front of you are the lofty mountains, just break up here! The wife looked at the frost leaves in the middle of the mountain, red as fire, a piece of chrysanthemum yellow brilliant as gold, staring at the affectionate gaze of her husband. She smiled and was no longer sad. Although it is late autumn, as a wife, she must leave her husband with a splendid spring light all over the world. Feel free to go, I have it at home! Also, also, he said it, and the wife blushed and approached her husband's face, and said joyfully and tenderly, "I have it." His eyes widened in surprise, "Really? That's great! "Hurriedly threw down the umbrella, passionately hugged her, kissed her deeply, and let the autumn rain drift...
The wife lovingly advised her husband, "It's not too early, let's go!" There was endless love, deep apology, yiyi farewell, and ardent hope in his flickering eyes. He walked, steady and relaxed. The wife shouted at her husband, "Goodbye, see you again!" The gentle green mountains echoed her soft voice, and the rolling waves responded to her cries. He turned back and waved goodbye. Suddenly, he stood still. I saw that in the green mountains and bamboo, my wife stood in the autumn rain, waving a ball of red vigorously. A warm current came to his mind when it stopped, and he could see that it was a red silk scarf, the love object of the two of them. He couldn't help but burst into tears...
The red scarf, which is the most entangled love poem, sets up a rainbow of communication in the hearts of the two; it is like a burning flame that warms their hearts to each other; it is a chic red hijab that remembers the heartbeat of the two newcomers; it is a beautiful red gauze dress, tightly wrapped in the elegance, modesty and beauty of the beloved wife; it is a small red belly, pinning on their joy and beautiful expectations for parenthood; it is a lit red lantern, reflecting the face of the beloved wife leaning on the door and looking forward to each other It is also a cup of the most mellow "daughter red", waiting for the wanderer to return home in the coming year to open it himself.
yes! Fluttering red silk scarf...
Reprinted in bold before the text is the entire lyrics of a song called "Send Lang" (Goli Lyrics, Xiong Wei Song, found in Song, No. 9, 2011).
This song is loved by our Senior Choir Song. Whenever I sing, I am always very devoted, singing with great anger and difficulty. As one of them, the author often tastes the mood of this song and revels in it. I would like to write this article with the title of "Fluttering Red Silk Scarf" in this song.
About the Author Sun Bingwei, Member of the Communist Party of China, Daben Education, Member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association Member of the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association Member of the Qingdao Contemporary Literary Creation Research Association Member of the Qingdao Qindao Writers Association.
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