"Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles do not chill willow wind."
In ancient times, the spring equinox was a good time to walk and enjoy spring.
Around the spring equinox, many places enter the bright spring, in the vast land, willow green, warbler grass long, wheat jointing, rape flowers.
Let's take a look at the spring written by modern writers!
1. Lu Yao's "Ordinary World"
In the days that followed, the climate suddenly warmed up. People were amazed to find that the willow trees on the streets and on the banks of the river had unconsciously drawn out green silk; the branches of the peach and apricot trees had been covered with pink buds. If you look closely, some young shoots of grass have emerged among the dry grass on the slopes of the Xiangyang Mountain. At the same time, the branches of other trees also began to glow with bright living colors, bulging the buds of youth, as pleasing as the girl who had just begun to develop.
2. "Listen to the Cold Rain" in the afterglow
As soon as the sting passed, the spring cold intensified. First the material is steep, then the rainy season begins, sometimes drenched, sometimes dripping, wet and wet, even in dreams, it seems to hold up the umbrella. And with an umbrella, dodged a burst of cold rain, but also dodged the entire rain street labyrinth of long alleys and short alleys, rain in the wind, walking into the lightning makes people want to be more into the wrong.
3. Chi Zijian, "Spring is little by little"
In the Daxing'an Mountains, the earliest spring colors appear on the slopes of the sunny mountains. Tender green grass buds like embroidery needles to break through the rich humus soil, with its clever hand, to the earth embroidery machine, the back of the hillside often has residual snow. Such residual snow, but also delusional to make a winter nest. However, as the glacier burst, the Dazixiang flowers bloomed, the slopes of the back shaded mountains were also green, and the residual snow had no face to rely on. In front of the mountain and behind the mountain, on the left and right of the mountain, there are fragrant trees, mountain flowers and birds that fly and fall. The spring water that snaked through the forest was blown by the warm wind and blew the waves like fish fry. The sunlight cast on the surface of the water also followed the ripples, as if the sunlight had tied a bow on the surface of the water.
I love this belated spring. Because such a spring does not come according to the festival, it relies on its own tenacious struggle, gradually getting rid of the shackles of ice and snow, twisting and turning close to warmth, and suffering out. That is to say, the spring in the far north is dissolved little by little. From March to April or even May, it is calm and bold, undistracted, until it buries ice and snow deep in the dirt, and then lets their spirits turn into rain dew that sprouts from its own roots.
In the process of spring opening up little by little, the wings of the day are full. When it can spread its wings and fly high, how can the thawed earth not be a spring sky!
4. Ji Xianlin's "Spring Full of Swallow Circles"
This morning, I walked across campus again. At this time, the morning light first appeared, and the dawn did not rise. Thick green pines, pale green willows, large-leaved poplars, and small-leaved locust trees are juxtaposed in rows. The unnamed lake is full of green water, and there is not a single wrinkle, like a mirror. Not many people can be seen walking, but from the shores of the green grass lake, among the lilac bushes, under the willow trees, and from the top of the earth mountain, there are bursts of sounds of foreign language recitation.
5. Shen Congwen's "Spring"
The two laughed all the way down the slope and reached the garden. It was almost April, and a succession of sunny days, with a few light rains in between, had re-dressed up all the trees in the garden. All kinds of flowers and plants seem to be trying to be pulled up from the ground, under the warm sun, guarding their duties, standing quietly, doing their best to lay out the hand that no one can see, and the leaves bloom in accordance with the order. Those who have blossomed and are responsible are all at the bottom of the leaves, embellished with a small fruit. At this time, I leaned into the long wall, and the rows of peach blossoms were open with the same fire. There are also wings, as yellow as gold, and wooden pens with the tip of the flower upwards.
Along a meadow, two rows of thin begonias, silver branches, dotted with tiny buds, timidly there as if waiting for the heavens' command, the color seemed to be cut from the faces of countless girls. The white clouds in the sky, moving slowly in the breeze, pushing, squeezing, and moving out of the air, appeared as deep blue as the sea, but no sea would ever be so deep and so flat. The small wind that moves the clouds is also gently shaken to all the taller and weaker branches.
When this wind blows on people, it makes people feel a kind of refreshment, a slight tiredness, a little pity, as if it were a grandmother's hand, or a mother's hand, gently rubbing his face, stroking his hair, and pulling the corners of his clothes. It also gently sends the scent of flowers, the leaves of grass and trees, and the scent of fresh earth.
6. Lin Yutang's "Remembering the Trivia of Spring Garden"
Before I arrived in western Zhejiang, it was still a cold and warm time, and when Tianmu returned, it was already full of spring in the garden. On the steps between the hedges, there are traces of spring, under the eaves in front of the window, there is the lady of spring, "peach contains poor purple, willow hair is broken intestines and green", the branches of the tree, red buds and green leaves, trance by the caress of spring, are awakened by the cool winter, teaching people almost unrecognizable. So although I did not see the coming of spring, I knew that spring had arrived in the garden.
Now that the trance has been a few weeks, on a sunny day, the shadows of the leaves on the ground can be seen fluctuating in the sunlight.
7. Barkin's "Autumn in Spring"
In the spring, the withered yellow fields turn green. New green leaves grow out on dead branches. The sun was smiling softly at everyone, the birds were singing and flying, the flowers were blooming, the red flowers, the white flowers, the purple flowers. The stars are shining, red stars, green stars, white stars. Blue sky, free wind, dreamy beautiful love.
Everyone has spring. Whether it's you or me, everyone can have laughter, love, and intoxication in the spring.
8. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring"
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and the countryside, every household, old and young, they also rushed out, one by one. Relax and rejuvenate your bones, shake your spirit, and do your own thing. "The plan of the year lies in the spring"; at the beginning, some are work, some are hope.
Spring is like a doll that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, it grows. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling, walking. Spring was like a strong young man, with iron arms and waists, and he led us forward.
9. Yu Dafu's "Spring Day on the Fishing Platform"
On both sides of the river are all green mountains, in the middle is a shallow water, sometimes passing a sandbar, the peach blossoms on the island, and many white flowers who do not know the name, are noisy in the spring twilight, attracting bees and butterflies. Looking up, the water and light on all sides suddenly changed their appearance. A shallow water in Qingqing was a few points narrower than before, and the surrounding mountains were particularly tightly wrapped, as if there was no way forward. And the mountain is steep, and it looks like it is extra thin and extra tall.
10. Zhou Zuoren's "Spring in Beiping"
In the morning, take a boat out of Dongguo Gate, pull the fiber for ten miles, to the Huanmen Mountain, now known as East Lake, created by Mr. Tao Xinyun, the length of the embankment is 200 zhang, all planted with thousands of peach weeping willows and female virgin trees, there are many tourists. Thirty miles to Fushengbu, take the Duqiao Bridge across the market for three miles, cross the ridge, about a thousand levels.
There are many flowers in the mountains, and there are several banana vines, with blue flowers, shaped like bean flowers, and the fruit is also a knife bean, which can be used in medicine. The roads are all bamboo forests, and the bamboo kisses are thicker than the mouth of the bowl and only two or three inches long, which is quite impressive.
Suddenly there is a sound like a chicken chirping, the pavilion is loud, the valley is ringing, the car driver of the question, the pheasant of the cloud system is also calling. Another two miles allowed a stream, several inches wide, the water did not reach the liver, the boundary people crossed in turbulence, and the boulders in the water were as big as pebbles, neat and gratifying. Walk one or two miles to the tomb, pine and cypress sandwich road, quite a strong Hong. During the festival, a light rain fell between the clothes, fortunately, it was clear and foggy. Descend the hill for lunch and sail the boat in the afternoon. Will enter the city gate, suddenly the sky is like ink, thunder and lightning are combined, heavy rain pours, and the home is endless.