Spring in the hometown
□ Zhou Qinghua
(i)
Spring in March is beautiful and charming, and the beautiful appearance of change is changing. The sun is warm and warm, the breeze is heart-warming, the drizzle is misty and amorous, and the spring color cannot be turned off under any circumstances!
"The spring wind blows the dream of the country one night, and then the spring wind comes to Los Angeles"! The wind is gusting, the streams are rippling, the mountains and rivers are fields, the trees and grasses, one by one, bursting with vitality, decorating this fantastic spring. Patches of miscellaneous grass, growing wildly and unscrupulously, soon covered the fields, along the riverside road, between the cracks, and grew into a cheerful appearance. The trees are new green and tender red, competing for their own hair, or standing proudly against the wind, or spitting out, or old branches breaking new, fearless, unrestrained, no self and no phase...
"Wait until you know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring." Flowers and spring are inextricably linked, flowers are the symbol of spring, and spring is also the world of flowers. Earlier, the peach blossoms were delicate, the plums were beautiful, the cherry blossoms were full of flowers, the apricot blossoms were fragrant, the magnolias were pure, the bauhinia was intense... The journey of spring begins. At present, the pieces of rape flowers are overwhelming, the momentum is huge, the flowers are golden and charming, the flowers are rich and thick, dazzling, and they have lit up the whole spring. Spring color three points, one point of green mountains charming, one point of green water lively, one point of cauliflower intoxicated!
This is the spring of the hometown, the spring of acquaintance!
"Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites." The fun of childhood, the way it was in my memory, I see less now. Carrying a school bag and running in pairs on the country road, laughing, jumping, and fighting is difficult to see. In that era, children were very wild, simple and pure, a small sandbag could play all day, and an iron ring could play for a semester. With the increase of age and the change of years, these childhood memories are more and more vivid in the brain, the faint and long-term warmth is diffuse, the feelings of the pulse are flowing, and the heartland of the vicissitudes is warm. This is called nostalgia! Teacher Yu Guangzhong said that nostalgia is a stamp, a ferry ticket, a strait... What about my nostalgia? It is the familiar green mountains and beautiful waters, the smoke under the old trees at sunset, the boiling hot and clear bud-colored tea...
"The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together." Spring is the season of hair, the season of hope, and the clarion call for progress. Spring is bright and pleasant. There is love, there is a dream, there is a heart, follow the dream, move forward for love, walk up...
(ii)
Unconsciously, the temperature suddenly rose. The streets and alleys are full of red men and green women in light clothes and thin shirts, and the dance of short-sleeved short skirts is in the bright spring light of the town. A few days ago, the spring rain was one after another, the wet clouds were low, and the misty weather of smoke and rain made people feel a kind of romantic situation in the spring rain of apricot blossoms, poetic Jiangnan, wearing sweaters and autumn pants. When the sky is clear, it is such a scene. As the saying goes, dressing randomly in February, April, and August is a true portrayal of the current season.
At this time, the green outing, infinite magic, all in it. The sky is high and the sun is warm, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the mountains are bright, the streams are jubilant, the grass is long and warblers fly, the shores are willowy, the flowers are blooming, the trees are new, the birds and insects are singing, the bees and butterflies are playing... Spring is boundless and full of life. Walk in this pleasant spring light, open the heart, let the natural wind blow away the dust at the bottom of the heart, let the infinite vitality nourish the sleeping heart, and let the rhythm of life play the strongest sound in the heart. Open your arms, feel the nature, unload all kinds of depression, relieve stress, tidy up the mood, and give the soul a chance to relax and rest. At this time, about three or five small friends, walking together, enjoying the spring light all the way, telling a few pieces of style, linshui knotted, tea drinking, whining fast!
A seemingly simple journey, in this busy and complicated time, is not available. Often there is no time to idle, if you are interested in getting together and sitting, you have to make an appointment a few days in advance in the same city, once there is a geographical distance, the meeting may be far away. In the current earthly world of developed information and convenient transportation, it sounds like a joke, but it is a cold reality, compared with the expectations of the ancients to "stay until the day of the heavy sun, and come to the chrysanthemum", this scene is not the greatest irony! Gao Xiaosong said that life is not only about the immediate situation, but also about poetry and far away. More netizens' latest reply, life is not only the immediate and the Gou and, but also the future Gou and ... It's all truth, and it's a lot of bitterness...
The half-basket of paper candles of the Qingming Dynasty has been transformed into a green smoke to sacrifice the ancestors, and it is ancient with the wind, and the new green of the valley rain is full of red and red, and it is still in sight. Time is rushing, the years are traceless, and in the beautiful and romantic spring, unlimited life has been bred and infinite vitality has bloomed. Life should be like this, there is passion, there is hope, there is confidence, follow the heart, do what you think, do not mess with the heart, do not be trapped in the feelings, do not seek to reach the outside of things, achieve geometric; I hope that the heart is wonderful, there are no regrets. Poetry and wine take advantage of the years, spring is bright and beautiful, and cannot be taken lightly!
(About the author: Zhou Qinghua, male, Xiaofugou Village, Sanyang Town, Pingli County, farmer, literature lover. )