Maybe it is not Su Shi's "idle person", maybe the pace of work in the past is too hurried, I seem to pay little attention to the flowers on the side of the road, and I never pay attention to the long leaves on the side of the aisle.
When I reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, I suddenly felt that I was busy and busy, so busy that people had no self, which was really boring. No wonder some people say: Busy means the heart is dead; blindness is the death of the eye. Suddenly, I remembered the poems that had been told to the students in class, so many literati and inkers were willing to send love to the landscape, wander the heavens and the earth, pursue the unity of heaven and man, the realm of material and self-assimilation, and nature must have its magic.
This spring, I decided to slow down, sweep away the impetuousness, and slowly walk with the spring.
The willow tree is the first whistleblower of spring, and when the cold is still raging, its branches are faintly glowing with shallow greenery. When the spring breeze is still steep, its branches jump with green flames, and then slowly stretch, like a hair fluffy. Soon, looking back at the green by the river, there were piles. Goose yellow, tender green, dark green, dark green, unconsciously, the change of the color of the willow tree, interpreting the footsteps of the spring hurried walk.
When the clusters of spring flowers began to blow the spring rallying sign with yellow horns, the red leaf plums on the side of the road silently silently, quietly bursting branches, and the whole tree seemed to be permeated with a little white light. One night of planning, when I saw it again the next day, there was a "hula", and it was full of a tree of white flowers, so startling that I could only stop, stand, and sigh. The ancient poetry cloud "suddenly like a spring breeze in the night, a thousand trees and pear blossoms", although the poem is written about snow, but it is also very appropriate to use. A few days later, when I saw it again, only the fluffy leaves were left on the trees, and the ground was full of withered petals, which were blown everywhere with the wind. It turns out that the flower blossoms and falls in just a few days, but let life complete the process of blooming to withering, no wonder people often say "spring neck short".
Shi Yun: Waiting for idleness to know the east wind, wanzi and thousands of reds are always spring. The east wind is like a long-tongued woman with a big mouth, shouting the joy of spring all over the world. All kinds of flowers and trees on the side of the road, you don't let me, I don't let you, like a catwalk show that has been prepared for a long time, have appeared on stage. Pear blossom white, apricot pollen, cherry blossom red, begonia, bauhinia flower... There are many others I don't know, competing for glory. Every day, I was like Grandma Liu who had returned to the Grand View Garden, looking left and right, dazzled. In order to feast my eyes, I had to go out early, slow down all the way, all the way to the end.
A hundred flowers bloom all over the garden, and who is the lord in spring. When the "little flower lords" "fought against each other", a few peach trees on the side of the road actually held their breath and did not move much. When people are tired of watching, its branches are sporadically sprouting small buds, as if trying to test something, and there are only a few branches on the whole tree that are slightly blooming. It seems to have figured out the habit of pedestrians "like the new and dislike the old", almost overnight, it rubbed and bloomed full of trees, making people stop and look up under the flowers in surprise. But before anyone could appreciate it, its petals began to fall, and the green leaves occupied the branches domineeringly. "Helpless flowers fall", Ren Sui can not stop the hurried footsteps of spring.
For weeks in a row, I was like a lucky spectator, enjoying the flower festival arranged by nature every day. Seeing all the flowers blooming, seeing all the flowers falling, quietly accompanying the spring to walk, suddenly clarifying the poetry, the joy and vitality of the early spring, the bustle of the Yang Spring, and the sadness of the late spring. I am no longer a bystander of nature, but a companion of spring.
The grass tree knows that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple dou Fangfei. Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, too hurried. Perhaps all kinds of flowers and trees know the brevity of spring, they seize the time to bloom the brilliant and colorful life, and never live up to the beauty of spring. But they can't escape the end of withering and falling, and lament the end of spring with haggardness on the ground.
I have never been sentimental, and I have seen the sorrow and joy of the whole spring flowers falling into the withered trees, and the thousands of leaves returning to the dust, and suddenly I have a great realization. Isn't man's youth also short? Why do some people not know how to cherish this beauty, they will only waste the years and leave a regret.
Looking at those who were once brilliant and beautiful, but now they are floating on the ground and eclipsed, I can't help but think of Daiyu's funeral words in "Dream of the Red Chamber": "Flowers and flowers fly all over the sky, and who has pity when the red incense is broken?" Gossamer soft fluttering spring pavilion, falling silk lightly dipped embroidery curtains..." In the twilight of spring, the air is somehow filled with endless sadness and sorrow.
I wanted to tug at the tail of spring, but it was like a ghost spirit, sneaking away from between my fingers when I was not ready, and it had feet in the spring. The Qing Dynasty Weng Ge has a poem: "Mo complains about the return of spring, and the flowers are red." Stay with Genti in, and the years have the east wind. "Carefully tasting, Mao Sai suddenly opened, and the mood suddenly opened up.
Maybe one day after that, when I look at it again, I will see another vigorous stream, the grass will gradually grow into a dense thick hair; the pale green willow will condense into a long wall of daisy; the peach tree will be full of fruit. The spirit of spring will slowly accumulate over a period of time, and will lead to a majestic trend, rolling on the treetops, rising between heaven and earth, and a clear, steaming summer will come.
About the Author
Li Dongmei, a native of Jiyuan, Henan. Ji Shuiyi is a Chinese language teacher who likes to read and write.