The spring breeze is also green and the Longshan River
Text/Yu Ronghua
What are you busy with after the New Year's Festival? Finally, due to laziness, I have not gotten up in the morning for a long time to take a walk, to see that the festival is approaching February, the second dragon looks up, and it is also the day of "sting", I am determined to follow the elves to prepare to "alarm" a bit, to feel the freshness of the wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles and cold willow wind. Another feeling of the light wind Buddha's face, spring breeze combing willows, willow-lined artistic conception, not to waste a year's plan lies in the spring!
I took a slight breeze to stroll on the embankment of the Longshan River, the breeze gently blew the river, I brushed the hairline of the forehead, looking at the slow and slow ripples of the river, I couldn't help but shiver, although it was early spring and February, but the spring cold material was steep, the early spring and cold February, still let people feel comfortable, I quietly told the elves to wait for a moment and still be cold!
Willow is the messenger of spring, whenever spring returns to the earth, everything is still sleeping, the willow tree is the first to perceive the message of spring, the rows of willow trees by the Longshan River, leisurely combing their long hair in the breeze, the willow branches gently beat the rows of round holly piers by the river, holly also seems to know the rush to help comb the soft hair of the willow branches, like gently braiding the small hair braids of the girl in love, and then kissing and hugging lightly, so that the passers-by are relaxed, the heart moves with the wind, and walks freely.
I walked on the high arch bridge, looking at the weeping willows of the same age as the city, standing on both sides of the river, the willow branches swaying with the wind, like a natural dancer, blooming with the light of youth. The old willow trees, like the sentries of this river embankment, looked carefully at the layer of green spring clothes, full of spring, the verdant that had been combed by the spring wind was dripping, soft like a dragon's whiskers, sometimes the wind swinging willows, sometimes hanging curtain reflections, like pouring cloth, in the Ten Mile Corridor of the Longshan River, suddenly a few small wild ducks were strolling leisurely in the residual lotus, I waved to it across the railing and said "Hey, hello little ducks", it seemed a little strange, unfriendly look at me and changed direction and wandered At the same time, I was a little disappointed and a little envious of this group of leisurely elves.
Stepping down from the arch bridge, I picked up a handful of willow branches, smelled a slightly bitter fragrance, and carefully looked at the branches to grow even buds, like a string of emeralds, which had been pregnant with bone buds, and sprouted and flowered within a few days.
I went to the morning of the bending again, and the branches of the willow tree really pulled out the buds, and the buds hung upside down on one side, like the spring staves were full of notes, listening carefully to the symphony of spring on both sides of the Longshan River, which was the swaying song of the spring wind, and issued a spring trumpet to the people, hey! I said you should also move, go and feel the swaying of the spring breeze.
In fact, I am not unfamiliar with willow trees, and even some like, there is an old willow tree on the head of my hometown, the rings of the year are long, every year when it sprouts and blossoms, the mother will make some water to fry it, steamed vegetables and tofu vegetables to eat dumplings, mix and eat, have a different taste.
On the way back from school, I pulled off a branch by hand, made a wicker hat to wear on my head, a trot of males, handsome like a small soldier Zhang Ga, and then pinched a branch, cut a small section with my hands to twist a few times, pulled off the bone in the middle, made a willow flute, different branches make different sounds, twist a few more take turns to blow, the tone is crisp and pleasant, it can be said that the willow flute sound is crisp, a melodious sound, wearing a willow leaf hat, accompany me to read the book.
I like weeping willows, like the old willow trees in my hometown, like the quality of weeping willows, with the encounter, not envious of plump, not too barren, as the famous saying said, "there is a heart to plant flowers and flowers do not live, no heart to plant willow willow shade" branches take root and sprout, not afraid of drought and flood, not afraid of high temperatures, adaptability is particularly strong, as long as you give a little sunshine it will create brilliant.
Although the weeping willow is not as frost-resistant as the pine cypress, nor as tall as the poplar, it is not charming, nor carved, living elegantly, among all the trees, it is only long hair fluttering, sagging natural rhythm, free to express emotions, I like this outstanding weeping willow, I love the old willow tree at the head of the countryside, it gives me childhood joy and thoughts, it not only brings people
The message of coming spring also gives people the enjoyment of spiritual beauty.
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