As soon as the spring equinox passes, the earth becomes warm and springy, and everything is full of life.
The wind and frost of the years have blown away the past that was once like a dream, and also wrinkled the youthful and dazzling face of the Yi people, but they cannot blow away my memories of the spring in my hometown. After I retired, I often went back to my hometown. Wandering in this familiar land, the heart is extremely happy.
Spring is a beautiful season, a sea of flowers. "The victory day is looking for the Surabaya waterfront, and the sky is new for a while." Waiting for idleness to recognize the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. "This spring poem by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty is the most perfect interpretation of spring. The spring memories that remain in my mind when I was a child are two large trees growing behind the old yard, one is an old locust tree and the other is an old elm tree. In the spring, white locust flowers hang on the branches of old locust trees, and the breeze blows, and the faint fragrance of flowers will drift far with the wind. Put a handful of locust flowers in your mouth, and your mouth is immediately filled with the unique aroma of locust flowers, which is refreshing.
Compared with the locust tree, the old elm tree has become more and more old in the wind and dust of the years, and only the elm money on the branches is not willing to prove its existence to the people. The wind blows softly, the pale green elm money shines in the sun, and although the old trees are old in the change of years, they still do not lose the style of youth.
When I was a child, when the elm money flowers bloomed, it was a feast for the children to gather happily, and a group of crazy children like monkeys, both male and female, seemed to be masters of climbing trees, "whizzing" three or two times to the treetops. Ignoring the rough trunk and hurting his hands and feet, he only cared about the flowers on the branches, folded many branches three times and five times, and then slipped down the tree, plucked the tender green pieces, stuffed them into his mouth, and then tasted the sweetness of the silk, and slowly chewed the full happiness. As the sun sets, in the long shouts of his mother, he takes the rest of the Yu Qian'er and slowly goes home. Vaguely remembered, that Yu Qian'er passed through her mother's skillful hand, picked it clean, mixed it with flour, then put it on the pot, steamed it, sprinkled with oil and salt, stirred, and ate it in her mouth sweet and fragrant, as if it were a superb meal. This is the delicacy that nature has given us as a child.
Now the old elm tree is gone, but the good memory will always remain in my heart. Spring in the north comes later than in the south. The earliest display of spring is nothing more than this locust flower and elm money, which added a spring atmosphere to the poor countryside at that time.
When spring comes, the mud river east of the village also awakens. The river is turquoise and meandering all the way down, the water grass is constantly swinging with the river, and the small fish are leisurely chasing and playing in the crystal clear stream. The grass and trees that had been cut down by people next to the mud river had vigorously pulled out young shoots. Wildflowers are scattered in the grass on both sides of the river, a wet breeze blows, and the rich fragrance of flowers and grass mixed with the smell of earth is coming to people. At such moments, I think that no matter who it is, they will open their mouths, take a deep breath, and feel this beautiful moment like drinking nectar.
As the old saying goes, people come early in the spring. Now the spring in my hometown is the season of farming, but I can no longer see the scene of cattle or other livestock pulling plows and rakes. Look closely, the faint blue-haired grass on the crisscrossing mounds of the fields hints that the journey of spring is about to begin. As soon as spring arrives, the hometown begins to grow a variety of vegetables. On the one hand, you can eat organic, green vegetables, on the other hand, you can also save a lot of expenses. From the size of the vegetable garden and the types of plants, it is enough to see how much the family loves life. Spring is the sowing and growing season for many vegetables, and people will lose their time in leveling the fertile land on the few ridges of vegetable fields they have been allocated, carefully caring for the seeds sown, fertilizing, watering, and then building plastic sheds on them. With the passage of time, the ground will slowly grow tender, green, dense leaves, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it in four words.
The spring in my hometown is even more beautiful and intoxicating. In the orchards of the north of the village, the flowers of various fruit trees are in bloom. Apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, under the gusts of warm wind, each one of them is full of makeup, flowers and branches are displayed, and they dance. In the distance, on the slope of the southwest of the village, there are also wildflowers full of branches, stubble after stubble. The patchwork of rape flowers is brilliant yellow, and the bright colors make people feel very comfortable.
The ancients said: "Don't fight for spring colors with the beauty of the night, and stay alone and wait for the cold years." These two poems are not exaggerated in describing the wheat growing all over the land in their hometown. After surviving the cold winter, the wheat in the hometown is very vigorous, the green wheat field is endless, the wind blows, like a rippled sea, wave after wave, the aroma of the soil and wheat field, the taste is so fresh. Standing on the wheat ridge, facing the slight spring breeze, the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds, the green of the wheat, the black of the ground, the shadows of the stars working in the distance, the spring scenery is so beautiful that people dare not speak.
In the spring of my hometown, the scenery is pleasant, and the breath of spring is surging everywhere. The creation of nature has made the original dull hometown burst with vitality, and when you enter your hometown, you will enter the spring.
Editor-in-charge: Wang Fang YuanXiu Ruogu
About the author: Liu Daomin, pen name Evening Wind. A native of Jiyuan, Henan, he has retired. She enjoys traveling, writing, and calligraphy.