【Jiangnan Spring】 Author: Nanfeng
April, smoke and rain, Gangnam. If you want to beat a horse down to Jiangnan, to read the poet's small bridge and flowing water people's home, to the shore of the spring water and the blue sky, to listen to the rain and sleep; to the city of smoke and rain, to see the falling flowers; to the night of the fragrant hibiscus, pillow fairy town. Ten miles of spring wind, ten miles of fast horses, red medicine spring equinox garden, green vegetables rain to the furrow.
In Jiangnan in April, it is advisable to raise silkworms in spring. Two days ago, a friend sent a copy of "On Paper" by the famous Jiangnan essayist Su Cangchang. Open it and read it carefully, feel the sound of silkworms like rain, and the pen falls into a cocoon. The book reads: In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, I gave some small fragments of time to a hundred silkworms, and they gave back to my last "little beast of spring". In the fourth month of the lunar calendar, I gave a dusk and an early morning to a hundred thousand silkworms, and they arrived at me, in the form of a beam of light.
Yes, with the beauty of time unexpectedly, raising silkworms is also raising a spring. In the twenty-four solar terms of the peasants, they are also soaked with the warmth of time. In the vicissitudes of the text, read the sounds close to the sky or the earth, and see the ancient and abundant vitality that lingers on the river of human civilization.
Spring in Gangnam is extremely beautiful. Beauty is in "spring water is blue in the sky"; beauty is in "sunrise river flowers are red to win fire"; beauty is in "spring color three points, two points of dust, one point of flowing water." "Looking at the babbling of the stream and the strange spring flowers, I want fireworks to go down to Yangzhou in March and ask for a boat lady to put flowers on it; I want cloth shoes to cross Jiangnan, see the plums are yellow, and press the branches." Walk on the bluestone paved path, fold a few blooming peach blossoms, make a peach blossom letter, and send it to friends far away. There are only a few words in the letter, Jiangnan has nothing, and he talks about giving a branch of spring. Without saying a word, he overflowed the tip of the pen with thoughts.
Light smoke and fresh water in Jiangnan, drizzle on the embankment, spring grass long warblers flying, peach light dyeing, insect swallow whispering, spring through the curtain. From the moment you stepped into Kasuga Gangnam, you began to have a long and warm dream. Sit quietly in front of the window, the rain is scattered, look closely at the smoke and rain painting the boat, recall the old red dust, "fireworks in March is a willow that is constantly folding, and Jiangnan in the dream is an endless wine" The words are extremely true.
Looking for spring, the most is Good gangnam.
About the Author
Nanfeng: Born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.