The anchor reads the classics and accompanies you to say goodnight, hello everyone! Here is the lightning night reading, I am Yucheng Rong Media anchor Pang Weiwei, tonight to share with you Ding Limei's essay "Looking at the Spring Breeze".
Look at the spring breeze
Text/Ding Limei
Inadvertently on a blog, I saw several poems with pictures, and the title of the head was "Looking at the Spring Wind, Looking at the Spring Flowers". The flower is really called Wangchun Flower, also known as purple magnolia. As soon as the spring breeze blew, it opened up in the branches, like a small purple pigeon. The page is accompanied by a song, it is a saxophone's "Looking at the Spring Breeze", in the gentle twist of the song, a tree and a tree blossom, and the grass in one place and one place is green.
Loved the word "hope". It is the little girl who leans on the door to wait, the stars in her eyes shift, and finally hopes that the lang will return, and there will be a good full moon. What life expects is a reunion.
So, who is looking forward to the spring breeze? In the cold spring, the willows by the river are the first to be green. There is a sentence of "willow pile smoke" in the words of the predecessors, I think, this should be written in the early spring willow, so shy green, is a wisp of light smoke, Yuanna in the spring wind. It reminds people of many words, such as lingering, warm, sweet, beautiful... The heart is gentle for no reason, and gentle again.
This spring, it was a little cold, but the spring breeze still blew away. The leaves are green, the flowers are red, the season has run to its prosperity, like a woman whose love sinus has just opened, what kind of resistance can prevent her from rushing towards love? Or "Looking at the Spring Breeze" sings well: "Eighteen or seventeen years old, unmarried, thinking about the young family." The heart of a resentful girl is like playing a pipa.
The town has a river and a willow on the river. I took my camera and went to shoot Willow. At this time, Willow is a young and beautiful girl, and a random posture exudes beauty. Under the willow tree, some stalls are set up all year round, selling fruits, selling small objects, repairing bicycles, and setting up old book stalls. I sometimes crouch in front of an old book stall and look for one or two books. Once I found a copy of Xu Zhimo's anthology, half of it was new, and it sold for two yuan. On the title page there is a line of handwritten pen writing: To my dearest Yun. The drop is: Love your forest. Suddenly I felt that where I jumped in pain, the original cherishing, became so unbearable, if it was me, I would definitely die of grievance. I refused to give up a love affair casually on the old book stall.
I held up my camera to shoot Willow, and the man from the old book stall stepped up to me, and he asked me curiously what to shoot? Is it a building on the other side of the shooting? I said, no, shoot willow. He looked confused, what does Willow have to shoot? I smiled and pressed the shoot button to show him the willow I was taking on my camera, don't you think it looks good? I asked him. He looked at the picture on my camera, then at Willow, and said in surprise, really, so pretty.
The things we know well around us all have their own beauty, but they are often ignored by us. I walked a long way before turning back, and the man was still staring at a willow.
On the way home, I saw a melon leaf chrysanthemum for sale, which was dragged out by a woman with a trailer. The flowers of a trailer, Zi Yan Hong, are small pink butterflies that inhabit a car. Women have a very ordinary face, but when I look at it, I think it looks good. Who is looking at the spring breeze? It was this woman. I smiled at her, and she smiled at me and said, buy flowers? Five dollars for two pots.
How cheap!
The car full of flowers smiled at me. They are like women who are in love, delicate and pleasant. If they can talk, they will not speak, choose me, choose me. Are they waiting for someone who knows each other?
I pointed to a pot of purple and a pot of bright red. One elegant, one lively. I carried spring and went home.
About the Author:
Ding Limei, writer, from Dongtai, Jiangsu, representative works "The Wind Will Remember the Fragrance of a Flower", "There is a Beauty, Fragrant to the Evening", "Ding Limei's Writing Class", "Meet", "Warm Love" and so on.
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Recitation: Pang Weiwei Yucheng media anchor