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Stepping on qingqing is a traditional custom of the Chinese nation, and each age's stepping is a different scene. When A child is a messenger of spring, a young man is listening to the sound of flowers, and a middle-aged man must have a faint sadness, and the old man must be deeply nostalgic.
I remember flying kites in the wheat field when I was a child, the paper paste kite flew farther and farther, the line in my hand became longer and longer, the kite flew, people also ran, and the laughter of the silver ling echoed in the field. Ah, spring is coming, the spring breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, the wheat fields are green, the willows swaying with the wind, the birds are jumping and jumping, it is a beautiful picture, intoxicating.
Sometimes, the kite will hang on the poplar treetops and run aground, never to fly again; sometimes, the kite with a broken line does not know where it landed and can never be found again. It was carefree, had fun, and smiled. It never occurred to me that one day, the days would be like kites stranded somewhere. Even less could I have imagined that when people grow up, they will drift under the blue sky like a broken kite, sometimes wind, sometimes clouds, sometimes electricity, sometimes thunder, sometimes rain, sometimes rainbows. That kind of loneliness, hardship, pain, or a little sweetness and satisfaction are all stations on the road of life, accompanied by joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys in time.
When we enter youth, with unknown dreams and pursuits, life is more and more colorful, stepping on the green is a display of growth, but also a kind of youth bloom. Seven or eight young girls travel together, enjoying apricot blossoms, weaving willow hats, telling jokes, talking about yearning, imagining the future, and teasing and joking. If there is a member of the opposite sex who secretly sends Qiu Bo and offers great hospitality, he must secretly scold "hooligans", and then, raise his arrogant head, suppress his innocent laughter, and hide far away. What a beautiful and holy thing that is not stained with dust, that is not stained with the world, and that is like a fairy. Time has passed, the scene of stepping on the green is still vividly remembered, the flowers blossom and thank you, and the spring comes and goes, but our youth is so short and how hurried.
When we get married and have children, we have our own small home, and our busy life is boring and cumbersome. Chai rice oil and salt, pots and pans, children's cries, husband and wife quarrels, has become the main theme of life, once ideals, careers, poetry and distant places, have become distant dreams, stepping on the green is even more timeless to take care of. Some people say that girls are good girls, and mothers-in-law are stinky mothers-in-law. But behind the stinky mother-in-law, she is carrying a heavy role alone. We went from a cute little princess to a wife, a mother, a daughter-in-law, and a girl who married off. Her husband wants her to be gentle and virtuous, her in-laws want her to be knowledgeable, her parents want her to be filial and decent, and her children want her to be warm and loving. Only she herself knew that only by living like a shrew could she release the pressure in her heart, but she had been struggling desperately, and she didn't want to give up on herself, and she didn't want to do nothing. She must be strong, patient, and hard-working, in order to be able to cultivate obscurity and rebirth and live the best of herself.
Women must understand that stepping on youth is not the whole of youth, it must be the vitality of youth, stepping on youth can stimulate people's enthusiasm, cultivate people's sentiments, awaken people's inertia, and broaden people's horizons. Drag your children to take your daughter to qingqing, feel the fraternity, open-mindedness, sunshine of nature, breathe in the fresh air, appreciate the appearance of children sprinkling joy, smell the fragrance of plums and apricots, take a walk of peach and pear to compete for spring flower season, the most beautiful must be their own spring breeze full of face. Looking back, I realized that children's knees are the warmest picture in life, every bit is love, and twilight is love. Look at your childhood self, and look at the cute child, the cycle of life has a striking resemblance.
When the birds fly, the nest is empty, and when the child is older, the home is empty. Children are like green fruits on the tree, and golden autumn is the watchful eye of relatives, and it is full of loneliness. Children grow up, we are no longer young, parents are old, faltering, struggling, need support, more need companionship. When our youth has passed, stepping on the green is no longer to enjoy youth, but a measure of life, the nostalgia of youth, and the look back of the years. Your well-being, my auspiciousness, is a blessing and a prayer, only for this world, plague, war, natural disasters, man-made disasters have never stopped, and even seemingly ordinary stepping on green, sometimes become a luxury.
This spring, because of the epidemic, how many people are struggling with illness, and how many people understand their own smallness and the helplessness of life. But in any case, people have never stopped conquering nature, nor have they stopped exploring the vast universe, let alone stopped fighting against natural and man-made disasters. There are some things you can't stay out of, just so-called: under the nest, there is a finished egg? The spread of the epidemic is destined to be a wound that many people are difficult to heal, and how many people carry the burden of disaster forward, how many people let go of hope for love.
This spring, because of the epidemic, has been extremely lonely, and stepping on the green is no longer a lively spring tide. An epidemic is also a baptism of the soul, and health is the greatest happiness. It is a blessing in life to be able to go to work steadily, to be able to laugh in the sun, to walk in the moonlight, and to be able to go home safely.
This spring, because of an air crash that took the lives of 132 people, some netizens left a message that "when the parents lost blood to lead the way, when they went, the parents dripped blood to recognize their relatives." May the beasts not invade your body, and may thunder and lightning not disturb your sleep. May the mountains and forests protect you, and may the bright moon shine on you. May you go home for thousands of miles, and continue to be married for thousands of miles. More netizens sighed: finally understood the importance of "landing to call me", "sending messages to the place", "remember to report peace", and suddenly felt that the simple words were somewhat heavy, and no one knew which of tomorrow and accidents came first, cherishing the present.
Yes, in the past, I measured my life with my feet and a carriage, and time was as slow as tea, but now I take the high-speed train and take the plane, and I am as fast as a god, and the tail of youth is fleeting. I have cried and laughed, I have loved and hated, I have hurt and despaired, the deceased has been like this, and the living people still have to live. In the face of the belated spring, we are still full of expectations, with longing, looking forward to the blossoming of peonies, prosperous and prosperous, yearning for world peace, no disease and no disaster. Fantasizing about walking in the countryside, singing in the apricot forest, drinking in the peach row, having a picnic under the pear tree, drunk with the spring breeze, and embracing the fragrance of flowers.
Spring is the common expectation of everyone, stepping on the green is the most important custom in our lives, every year there is spring, the years should be green. No matter when and where, no matter how old, stepping on qingqing is a kind of reverence for life, but also a beautiful encounter. Borrowing the essence of heaven and earth, bless the sun and the moon with long glory, step out of this road of clarity, step out of this sea of flowers, and step on the most meaningful cultivation in life. This spring does not step on the green, the future is everywhere in the spring, the green mountains are not old, the years are long rainbow.
About the author: Lü Ping, formerly known as Lü Haiping, pen name Lü Ping, a native of Yuncheng, Shandong. His works have appeared in Shandong Legal Daily, Shandong Literature, Times Literature, Contemporary Novels, Northern Lights Literature, Peony Literature, Radio and Television News, Peony Evening News and other newspapers and periodicals, and won the first Peony Literature Award, water margin literature nomination award, Taishan Literature And Art Award second prize and other awards. He is the author of three special collections of poetry and essays, "The Fragrance of the Earth", the novel collection "Two-Faced Beauty", and the myth and legend "Phoenix Spreads Its Wings". Heze City's first "local talents" were awarded the title of "Outstanding Folk Writers" by the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee, the Municipal Federation of Literature and Art, the Municipal Human Resources and Social Security Bureau, and the Municipal Bureau of Culture, Radio, Television, News and Publications. He is currently a member of the Shandong Poetry Society, a director of the Heze Writers Association, the deputy secretary-general of the Yuncheng Writers Association, and a member of the Shandong Writers Association.
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