Ten days to talk about | oil poetry, spring and flowers

Come to Zhuhai for eight years, every Spring Festival, the first 4 years will return to the hometown of southwest Lu not far from the Yellow River, and the classmates and students' relatives are lively for the New Year, that is the taste of the north, braised meat croquettes, visiting doors, drinking Yanghu wine, Chinese New Year's Eve to go to the graves of their parents to worship; the last 4 years, just in Zhuhai, the first year is the Year of the Rooster, I wrote a pair of Spring League, not very suitable for Ping, only express a mood: the most know the Yellow River soil, do not quit being a Lingnanian. The first sentence is to read the hometown, the latter sentence is to imitate the Eastern Slope; the second year wrote the Spring League: Spring on the sea comes to the pillow to lie down, and the flowers in the building are singing and flying. My building is only a few kilometers away from zhuhai's iconic statue of the Fisher Girl, and on the balcony, through the gap of the high-rise building, you can faintly see the narrow sea and the shadow of the fisher girl.

Just in Zhuhai New Year, still northern taste, steamed buns, flower cakes, friends with vacuum packaging sent braised beef pig's trotter sauce elbows and roast chicken, wine is still mellow Yanghu wine.

When I pasted the Spring Festival, I looked around the door of the neighbor's house, but it was richer than my home, they not only had the Spring Festival, but also hung carrots, lemongrass, celery, oranges with red rope, all in pairs; there was a few incense burned in front of the door, although it was a building, but I felt the ancient style of Lingnan culture.

After experiencing 4 Spring Festivals in Zhuhai, I saw the old Zhuhai natives, kumquats, daffodils, phalaenopsis orchids, silver willows, chrysanthemums, and bought a peach blossom, such as a cheerful cloud. I, a new Hakka, like an ignorant monster, look at all this, enjoy it all, and get close to it all.

Go to the New Year Flower Market. "Thirty years late, xinghua street; spring flowers put all over the street rows; fresh red flowers, big yellow flowers; thousands of flowers and thousands of flowers..." This is a nursery rhyme in Lingnan, the flower market was the earliest Ming Dynasty, this I know, my hometown of Ancient Caozhou is a peony resort, the flower farmers in my hometown have the custom of "selling peonies in the ming and qing dynasties", caozhou people put the peonies that have been planted for three years and five years on the bag, straight down four thousand miles, from the Yellow River across the Huai River through yangzi to the Pearl River, bringing Yao Huang Wei Zi, whose flowers are as big as a bucket, to Lingnan.

Cantonese says, "Don't count the New Year in the flower street", I also went to the flower market to squeeze in, and also counted the old Guang's year. In the flower market, I really saw Caozhou peony, and when I saw it, it was like to the deceased, such as the spring wind, and the branches were good-eyed.

Everyone took Wan Zi Qianhong home, just like occupying the spring and liberating the sorrows. I think that this flower market in Lingnan is the ribbon of thousands of purples and thousands of reds issued to this land and people, and their days of thousands of purples and thousands of reds have come.

In Zhuhai New Year's Day, my Shandong phone number is still retained, it is also the midnight of Chinese New Year's Eve, the New Year's text messages and WeChat are like hitting the waterfall of the night, falling from the sky, such as Ganlin Pusa so that you have nowhere to hide.

Every year, I play one or more poems to preemptively visit the New Year or respond to the New Year. During the Spring Festival of the Year of the Dog, I wrote five poems about oil, one of which is: Driving a hundred miles of old people to come, the wind and rain are afraid of into the sihuai. Eight thousand roads are still few and far between, and Junshang's sideburns are black and my head is white. Alone with the bones and pubic bones, the article North Sea and the South China Sea. And now Li Chun dog year, wake up pretend to sleep people are difficult! Dogs are people's loyal friends, caretakers of homes, accompanied by loneliness, missed very much, hometown in the countryside, dogs barking late at night, really have the momentum of leopards.

And the Spring Festival of the Year of the Ox, or five oil poems to celebrate the New Year, one of which is: in the dream, it is still a cow baby, in order to chase the grass to the end of the world. Since then, the cow tendons have been stubborn to the end, when the brain spirit effect is patted on the horse. Article three thousand learning wind bone, saliva a squeeze of bitter tea. The cow moo does not ask for tips, and the flowers bloom early in February.

In fact, the oil poem is in the Spring Festival day, Bo friends a smile, a year of labor sacred, life solemn, now leisure, we need a full stop, stop, in Cantonese: blow water. The day's work is over, to a full stop, to the end of a year's work, to a big end.

The Spring Festival of the Year of the Tiger came, I went to the flower market, bought a peach blossom, because the son of the family was still unmarried, the Spring Festival customs in Lingnan, the family has unmarried sons and daughters, the New Year, to buy a tree of peach blossoms, that means that the peach blossoms are transported. There are peach blossoms, a room of spring, dying and burning, brilliant as clouds, and a year with a Cantonese flavor. (Geng Li)