There are flowers everywhere in the spring, and it is difficult to vomit.
Strange on the goose yellow first dyed willow, not smoking rain light cold.
--Song Shi Xinghai, "Happy Qing on february 2, The Second Day"
After the cold of winter, the ice and snow melt, and the spring rain is in the clouds, the season has come to the "second of February". The festive celebrations of the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival are still lingering.
The cold snow plum is exhausted, and the spring wind and willows return.
- Don Li Bai, "Lyrics in the Palace"
This pair of spring leagues on the gate of the farmhouse is still red. The willow trees in front of the door have sprouted new shoots, and the yellow and light green of the goose paint the hazy colors of early spring. Grab a handful of soft dirt from the field in your hand and smell the characteristic smell of spring. The spring breeze is thin, the willows are as white as smoke, and the whispering swallows sing the spring ploughing march.
The spring tide did not have a flat beach last night, and a rain urged the flowers to be half-contained.
The Yan summoned the Lantern to the north of Saibei, and the Yanguan New Society went to Jiangnan.
There is no need to swim in the flower tree, and if there is a disease, why should you put a medicine basket.
Only the public loyalty to heaven and earth, from the teaching of children to make a crown.
--Song Fangyue, "February 2"
Chinese have worshipped dragons since ancient times. Folklore says that on the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the day when the Dragon King, who is in charge of wind and rain in the sky, raises his head. People prayed that the Dragon King would raise his head, make rain in the clouds, and sprinkle ganlin for the earth and farmland, so that the crops would be harvested. At the same time, the dragon is the chief of the scaly insects, and people also hope to use the dragon power to deter the poisonous insects that are eager to move and keep people and animals safe. In the poem, it is written that when the spring society comes, the flowers and trees bloom, and the swallows return, we must repay the beauty given by heaven and earth, and the children and daughters are on the knees, which is the greatest happiness.
For a long time, the mustard mustard southern soup, the festival mud is deep and people have not done it.
I want to see the vegetables in the old garden, and the sound of spring water rutting.
——Song Zhang, "Heavy Rain can't Come Out of the Vegetable Picking Festival on February 2nd"
Zhang Qian's poem is written about the custom of picking vegetables on the second day of February in the Song Dynasty. In the spring and February, when the grass grows, people will go to the suburbs to dig up wild vegetables, or pick new vegetables in the garden, which can taste the delicious taste of fresh vegetables and get the auspiciousness of getting rich ("vegetables" and "cai" homophones).
For the old farmers, February was a time when the green and yellow were not connected, but fortunately, "grass sprouts were born for a while", and the wild vegetables in the field scrambled to drill out the tender green buds from the crispy soil, and digging wild vegetables was the children's job. The cabbage in the wheat ridge is the most popular among children.
In the cold winter, under the protection of wheat seedlings, the cabbage has escaped the cold, and as soon as the spring breeze blows, the stalk is green and green, especially tender. In a few moments you can pick up a basket. When the basket is full of wild vegetables, the girls will go to the ground to play the games of "hopscotch" and "treasure drumming"; the boys will fly kites in the wheat fields, a poetic feeling of spring.
Only after the day of the willow to send poverty, I saw the hairpin flowers to greet the rich.
Whoever is poor is difficult to evict, and who is known to be rich is forced to resign.
Poverty is as easy as anyone wants, and if the rich can ask me, so can I.
It has been said for a long time that it is easy to watch children play.
--Song Wei Weng, "Suining Beiguo Yingfu on February 2"
The poem reflects the custom of the Song Dynasty to welcome wealth on the second day of February. Because the "poor god" is difficult to expel, many people have no interest in "sending the poor", but are just "watching and playing with people's wishes". February 2 is not a big festival, but the awareness rate is very high, men, women and children know that "February two dragons look up". In fact, because of the filtering of time, some of the "February 2nd" festival customs have gradually faded out of people's lives, and only the withered shadow remains in the long-term memory.
Nowadays, there is still a saying that "haircuts go old". As the saying goes, "On the second of February, the dragon looks up, and the dragon does not look up when I look up." The child moved the "dragon head" to make good luck, and when he grew up, he got ahead. Adults shave their heads and shave their faces, but also a picture of auspiciousness, hoping that in the new year the lucky stars will shine high and smoothly.
On the second of February, the shaver was busy, and people crowded and inserted to take care of the accumulated hair on this day; if the haircut was not lined up, he would cut the hair with scissors in order to get a good color. When children are young, most of them shave their heads. Because children's hair grows quickly, shaving their heads is economical. Adults would take pleasure in the bald heads of our little children, and they would surprise our bald heads and say, "Try it, is the melon ripe?" We grinned in pain and giggled with the grown-ups.
"On the second of February, the dragon looked up, and tianzi cultivated the land and herded cattle. Lady Zhenggong came to deliver the meal, and when the chancellor threw away the seeds. Spring ploughing and summer yun lead the world, and the grain is abundant and the taiping autumn is " (ancient folk song). What I remember most is the custom of "two dozen hoards in February". The sun had just turned red, and Grandpa led me to burn a roll of incense paper and set off a string of firecrackers in front of the Land Temple in the east of the village, and then in my left hand I held a dustpan of grass and wood ash with a tip, and in my right hand I took a thick tsubaki stick, and hit the dustpan with a tsubaki stick, just in response to an ancient poem "Everywhere remotely heard the sound of hoarding" (Lu Youyi verse). Grandpa first sprinkled a circle of grass and wood ash around the house.
Grandpa said that February 2 is the stinging season, the hundred insects that have been hidden for a winter have begun to move, and this morning when the sun is out of the mountain, surrounded by a circle of ash, and poisonous insects such as centipedes and snakes will not burrow into the house during the year. I hope that the cottage will be peaceful, disaster-free and disease-free, and have a good life of living and working in peace and contentment. Then he came to the middle of the courtyard and recited the words in his mouth: "On the second of February, the dragon looked up, the big warehouse was full, and the small warehouse flowed." While hitting the dustpan, a large, round hoard is drawn, and a long ladder is drawn on the south side of the hoard, the higher the "ladder", the better, and finally a bunch of grains is placed in the middle of the hoard. Pray for a year of smooth wind and rain, and abundant grain.
When the sun was about to come out, the fog lost in the river city and the rain was faint.
The sky suddenly became a clear mountain curtain, and the clouds were still covered with stone clothing.
Yancun north and south of the yellow oriole language, maiyuan high and low purple swallow flying.
Who seems to know this music of the Tian family, Hu'er plays the flute across the cattle.
--Song Wang Tingjue, "The Suburbs of February 2nd"
The agricultural proverb says that "nine nine plus one nine, ploughing cattle everywhere" is this season. In February of the lunar calendar, everything has recovered and the earth has regained its vitality. Bathed in the morning breeze, people carried plows and rakes to the fields and began another round of spring sowing. The newly turned soil is warm and loose. We boys ran to the freshly ploughed farmland to "wrestle" (wrestle). The bull handle style did not let us stomp on the freshly turned dirt, and picked up a long bull whip and threw it in mid-air, frightening us into screaming rats.
On February 2, the river rises, and the east wind is warm and blowing.
Flower whiskers and willow eyes are rogue, and purple butterflies and wasps are affectionate.
--Don Lee Shang-yin, "February 2"
Spring color is seductive, go to the wild to walk green, is also a good choice, to find the joy of the ancients, enjoy the nature of the peach red willow green, how not to call people spring heart?
On February 2, the new rain was sunny, and the grass sprouts were born at one time.
Light shirt thin horse spring young, cross tsu head line.
--Don Bai Juyi, "February 2"
After the rain, the sky is clear, the earth is full of life, and the grass is sprouting, which is a perfect time to go out on the green. A group of teenagers dressed in light shirts and leading horses are walking in green.
In the picturesque mountain villages, there are two or three small cities.
A few quintals of white lotus roots, a hedge of yellow cauliflower.
The grass is wet with the flag horn, and the willow whiskers the brim of the hat obliquely.
The officials greeted each other, and the pedestrians were quiet.
- Qing Wu Dacheng, "Longyang Daozhongzuo on February 2"
The grass is green and green, the willows are green, there are only two or three small villages, on the shore of the lotus pond, there are a few loads of snow-white lotus roots that have just been dug up, and the rape flowers in the field are golden and bloom just right. Quiet and quiet, like a static landscape pastoral painting; all that can be seen is beautiful imagery, more like a Song Dynasty order, full of flat and humble rhymes, is a vigorous poetry, so that passers-by are deeply intoxicated.
The old garden is like grass, and people are returning to their hometowns.
This place is full of sorrow, and it is even more difficult to come in the spring.
--Tang Han Chun, "February 2nd Day Tour to Luoyuan"
Although we are very unfamiliar with farm work, far away from the soil that gave birth to me, and even the custom of February 2 has gradually drifted away, after all, we are the descendants of the peasant family, and this soil has brought us much childhood joy, in this dirt field we have grown up, and our blood is still beating the pulse of the soil.
Mo shang is still grass-colored lavender. The willow cotton is still unloaded, and the rain is like dust.
Look at the bead foil all year round. On the banks of the river city, there is no place to show Fangzun.
Peach two or three points. Outside the bamboo hedge hut, there is a chin at first.
Where the teenager drunk red dress. Good scenery, stay with the bald man.
——Qing Tan Xian, "Xiao Chong Shan, February 2 with Feng Kasa Wei JiangGao Village"
Standing on the loose, crisp, soft soil of February 2, I silently chanted this ancient poem in my heart...
-Author-
Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, is a senior middle school teacher. Loves to write. Teaching papers, prose essays, poems, paper cuttings and other works have been published in many newspapers and online platforms. He has won many awards in the Essay contest and online literature competition.