Spring rain in the mountain town
Author: Peng Panxi
Pingjiang, a mountain city steeped in the stories of revolutionary martyrs, has just faded and spring has quietly arrived. The spring of the Year of the Tiger is as usual, the spring warms the earth, the spring warms the hearts, and the spring blossoms. However, the cold currents are one after another, and scattered light rain and snowflakes fall on the land of the new spring from time to time.
After a winter of deep sleep, a thirsty mountain city sucked freely, xiaocao opened its eyes, stuck out its head, scrambled to stand up, and looked at the outside world. The first young leaves, soft and soft, grow vigorously for a hopeful tomorrow.
The rain in the mountain town is colorful. Rain sprinkled on the surface of the River. The flowers on both sides of the river embankment open and smile, the spring flowers are yellow, the peach blossoms are fragrant, the plum blossoms are bright and fragrant, the purple magnolia is noble and elegant, the delicate begonias are colorful, and the pear blossoms are as white as snow. Green willows like smoke, butterflies fly swallows dance. The most interesting places are the Yihua campus in the mountain city, the wetland park and the two sides of the large and small roads on the riverbank, pavilions, small bridges, green meadows, all kinds of flowers, bamboo bushes, cherry blossoms and the red leaf heather everywhere, the stone paths, stone tables and stone benches in the park. In the spring of the mountain city, you can meet the recognized, unrecognized, remembered, and unrecognized feminine flowers, competing with various greens to depict spring. What kind of pleasure is it to go out into the wild in the early spring of this "grass color remote knowledge dyeing green skirt"?
The spring rain in the mountain town is chic. The green willows in the upper reaches of the blue ink are gently blowing, and the sewage boats on the Side of the Bitan River are slowly moving forward. The swing on the flood control embankment swings with the wind, the children in Tianyue Square hold windmills and rotate in the wind, and the du Fushi wall shadow of "strolling the Pingjiang River" is enough. Everything seems to be in the painting, except for the sound of rain falling between the eaves, dripping and clicking, like a piano like a kite.
The spring rains in the mountain towns are sentimental. "Xiao Lou listened to the wind and rain one night, and the ming dynasty sold apricot blossoms in the deep alley." Strolling through the xiaoxiao spring rain, the cool rain flutters on the face with the wind, and it is not as cold as the winter rain. Standing on the landscape bridge of the mountain city, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, so comfortable! The air is filled with the scent of flowers, the smell of grass, and the fragrance of spring rain soaking the earth. Listen sideways, swallows murmuring in the distance, leaning through the rain curtains. At this moment, without Su Shi's open-mindedness of "don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not groan and xu xing", full of tenderness like a lover's small hand gently brushed, the heart will be nourished, let people wash away the common thoughts, and the soul will be purified.
The spring of the mountain city, the spring rain of the mountain city, is like a poem, which can be observed, appreciated, amiable, and approachable. Compared with the cold willow wind, if you walk in the spring rain or quickly or slowly, or with an umbrella or without an umbrella, there is a leisurely comfort.
About the Author:
Peng Panxi, pen name Chenxi, a native of Pingjiang, Hunan, works in the county supply and marketing, likes to read and learn in his spare time, and likes to sort out what he sees and hears around him. He has published small novels and essays in publications such as "Yangtze River Information Newspaper", "Pingjiang Times", "Great Wall", "Sunset Red" and so on.
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