Night Rain 丨 Song Liumei: It's another year of plum fragrance

It's another year of plum incense

Song Liumei

It's cold, the ground is freezing, and the wind is whistling. The pedestrian street is still bustling and bustling. The streets are lined with small shops, a variety of goods, children's toys, small amusement facilities on the ground. Vendors are shouting, customers are haggling, children are laughing. I strolled down the pedestrian street and enjoyed the vitality of the world. Suddenly, a burst of plum fragrance wafted in, thick and faint, stirring my olfactory nerves. Suddenly, it was another year of Mei Xiang.

On the side of the street, a middle-aged man was peddling plums, a large basket filled with plums, and a few were placed on the ground. Without half a hesitation, I picked a bouquet of plum blossoms. In my hand, I was overjoyed, refreshed, and very rewarding. When I got home, I put the plum into the vase and put it in the water. Pale yellow flowers, faintly blooming, small and delicate, subtle and low-key, and the fragrance of the pieces fills the whole room. I looked at the plum blossoms in amazement, and I was reluctant to move my steps again.

The ancients had a fondness for plum blossoms. Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Yongmei", "There are several plums in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opens it alone." Haruka is not snow, for there is dark incense to come. The Yuan Dynasty poet Yang Wei framed The Yongzhi: "Ten thousand flowers dare to come out of the snow, and a tree alone is born in the spring." "Although plum blossoms are not as graceful and luxurious as peonies, nor do they have the fragrance of orchids, plum blossoms have proud snow and frost, jade bones that walk alone in early spring, and a humble and selfless ice heart that is not in contention with spring. Over the past thousands of years, how many literati have sung, painted, and praised, and how many benevolent people have praised themselves as plums, thus forming a unique "plum spirit" and "plum culture" in traditional Chinese culture, which has a long history.

I can't accurately grasp the cultural connotation of plum blossoms like the ancient literati, leaving behind ancient words of praise for plum blossoms, but my love for plum blossoms is no less than that of the ancients. Not only because he respects the style of plum blossoms and likes the fragrance of plum blossoms, but also because he has a plum word in his name, and as soon as he is born, he is closely connected with plums.

When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me about it. The year I was born, she used three "most" to describe. That year's pigs were the fattest, that year's snow fell the most, and that year's plum blossoms bloomed the best.

In the waxing moon of the countryside, the air is filled with the smell of the coming year. In the big courtyard yard, the adults are busy, the children are running around, and all the faces are full of expectation and excitement. On that coldest winter night, a heavy snow fell, draping the quiet little village in a silver embroidered robe. Snow falls red dust, is the encounter between snow and winter, gentle and affectionate. In the ice and snow, the plum next to the house is blooming vigorously, and you can smell the fragrance of the plum from afar. At dawn, a crisp baby cry broke the darkness of the silence, as if rushing to a pact with snow and plum, stepping on the snow, smelling the incense and falling. The sky was just dark, and the heavens and the earth were white, wrapped in silver, and extremely enchanting. In the afternoon, the home was steaming hot, people were overjoyed, and a big fat pig of three or four hundred pounds completed the cycle of life and became the pride of the hostess.

My mother added Mei to my name, and I liked it very much. So I looked at plum blossoms every year and smelled plums every year. Flowers blossom and grow with me.

In the fifth grade of elementary school, the math was replaced by a new teacher, and privately everyone called him Old Man Pan, who was a teacher with a special sense of humor and comedy. In the winter, Teacher Pan loves to sing "Lamei blossoms, blossoms shine" and asked me with a dance of hands, "Is your family's lamei blooming, very fragrant?" "At first I was quite puzzled, but later I learned that he used to be my brother's teacher, who had been to my house, and knew that we had a very large and fragrant plum in our house.

When I was in college, there were several large plums in the backyard on the ground floor of the experimental building, and whenever it was cold winter, I liked to ask my roommates to go there for self-study. There, the dark incense floated, and we swam in the sea of books, which was an extremely happy and idyllic time. When we were tired of reading, we walked out of the self-study room, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, the yellow petals, layer by layer, the height of the distance was different, leaning over and sniffing, a faint fragrance like the old cellar of wine, the charm was deep. The cold wind blows across the face like a needle, not only does Lamei forget the cold of winter, we also forget the cold of winter. I like to gently take off my gloves, expose my warm fingers, and gently touch the delicate wax flowers, white and yellow, which make people feel a pity for each other, and I don't feel more respectful of the tough quality of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold.

On my birthday, a friend gave me a silk scarf and a big bouquet of budding plums, which I loved. The next day it was winter break, so I put it in a big plastic bottle, filled it with water, and left it in the bedroom. Before leaving, there are many reluctance, and the small yellow flowers, like the surprise of the short-lived flowers, can only bloom quietly and no one appreciates. Spring school started, as soon as I entered the dormitory, the whole house was full of fragrance, a strong fragrance came to the nose, refreshing the spleen, although the flowers have withered, but left a fragrance in the world. Therefore, every year when there is plum fragrance on the street, I like to buy a bunch of plum fragrance and let the house ripple with plum fragrance.

The cycle of annual rings can not stop the pace of progress. This year's winter is very cold, Lamei is open, looking forward to a snow to come to the appointment, the fragrance of the house can still keep the most beautiful encounter in winter?