Late autumn and early winter are the time of harvest. Among the harvest fruits, citrus oranges are large, round and sweet, and are one of the most representative fruits.
In ancient times, oranges were as early as tributes as other citrus fruits, and may even be longer than tea. Ordinary people often include oranges in the head position of the gift list, and poets who emphasize flowers and leaves and fruits, heavy beauty and light practicality are also not stingy about oranges, and poems praising oranges abound.
A good year must be remembered, the most is orange yellow orange green time.
--Song Sushi
"The West Lake is a hibiscus good, not like the mountain family orange orange beginning.
- Song Ge Shaoti
The scenery of the river head is drunk, and the wine and crab are fat orange and orange.
--Song Zhenshanmin
" Reward the beautiful scenery, stationed in the autumn. Green orange tender wine first floated.
--Song Won-gil
Hibiscus is satisfied with staying with guests, and oranges are ready to break autumn at any time.
--Song Sun Yingshi
Among so many poems praising oranges, the most memorable at a glance is Du Fu's poem praising Fengjie navel oranges written in Fengjie Caotang: "When Yuan Gan grows, three inches are like gold." From "Blocking the Rain and Not Returning to xiganlin", the image vividly describes the characteristics of the large shape of the Fengjie navel orange fruit and the orange-red color of the fruit, which can be said to be quite brilliant in the poetry circle of describing oranges.
"The rain must not return to Xiganlin
The three volts have passed, and the sun has turned into a forest.
If you want to return to the West House, block this Jiangpu Deep.
The bad boat is a hundred versions of the clump, and the shore is full of searches.
The pennant was abandoned at the beginning, and he was afraid of mud and hard work.
Standing in the corner of the east city, looking forward to the high birds.
The grass hall is hanging in a chaotic garden, not separated by Kunlun Cen.
Outside the dim clothes, there is no yin in the same layer.
When the garden grows, it is three inches like gold.
The princes have old plans, and the tributes have poured thousands of forests.
The people of the state were not heavy enough, and they were forced to invade the high-ranking officials.
The guest house is temporarily sealed, and the yaoqin is even day and night.
Five strains of weakness, side plugs the chest.
Two feet out, the staff out of the rugged.
The number of streams is green, and the breath returns to Bixun.
Brushing the Upiji, I like to hear the sound of the woods.
Ling Er quickly scratched his back and took off the hairpin on my head.
In May 765, Du Fu made an important decision in his life, leaving the southwest, which had been drifting for several years, and returning to the north. He set out from Chengdu and traveled east along the Yangtze River, passing through Jiazhou (Leshan), Rongzhou (Yibin), Yuzhou, Chungju, and Yun'an, and arrived in the southwestern town of Kuizhou (Fengjie) in late spring of 766.
Entering the prefecture, only to see "a thousand trees and oranges in this state", when he arrived in the orange township, how could life have nothing to do with oranges, Du Fu, with the help of the local official Bai Maolin, set up forty acres of land as an orchard, citrus into a forest, and also managed hundreds of hectares of public land, becoming a generation of "orange officials".
The management of orchards and public lands is not only the source of Du Fu's life, but also allows him to personally experience the hardships and happiness of farmers, and the oranges that have been famous for a long time are no longer imaginary fruits, but are cherished within reach.
"Mao Zhai yi orange grapefruit, Qing cut Lu Hua xin." Xiangxi Caotang is surrounded by a large citrus forest, in the late spring, open the door and push the window, the orange fragrance that fills the heavens and the earth comes to the face; in the golden autumn season, it is fruitful, full of golden eyes, and the old and sick Du Fu does not have to personally plough the field, but when he has time, he will also walk around the field with the pole, gossip with the farmers, and occasionally "cultivate the mountain village" to witness the whole process of spring planting and autumn harvest.
"There are thousands of miscellaneous trees in the firewood gate, and there are no dan oranges and yellow sweets here." It was about the citrus in his garden, the single-crowned state. During the harvest season, when Du Fu tasted the sweet feng oranges and ate the fragrant rice, he would also temporarily forget the disturbances of the real society. The comfortable pastoral life made Du Fu's poetry flourish, and he left more than 480 famous poems during his stay in Kuizhou, "When the garden grows, three inches are like gold." "It's one of them.
During du Fu's tenure as an "orange official", du Fu and Fengjie navel orange formed an indissoluble relationship for a thousand years, after the baptism of poetry, farmers carefully nurtured, and now Fengjie navel orange has become a "golden business card" of Fengjie, becoming the best among citrus, and becoming a "big country brand" representing the Chinese nation.
A thousand years of time leisurely inheritance, is another year of Fengjie navel orange harvest season, a piece of orange and yellow beauty on both sides of the gate, wanli navel orange fragrance, may wish to take advantage of the current good season, taste a bite of Fengjie navel orange, feel the poetic good taste, through time and space with Du Fu "air dialogue", the orange words happy!