Every spring, I miss my distant hometown even more. Spring returned to the earth, my village surrounded by mountains and rivers, became the most beautiful place in the world, the peach blossoms were red, the willow trees were green, the sky was blue and the water was blue, and the birds and flowers were everywhere. The spring light of the countryside is so much that it is about to burst out, and people in the spring are often busy in the fields, enjoying the beauty of spring while planting hope. Occasionally, when I have time, I will take a good look at this spring, stop for a flower, and give birth to poetry due to a rain. In the face of the beautiful spring, everyone can become a poet. Although I can't go home in the spring, reading ancient poems and reviewing the spring idyllic scenery in the poems is like returning to my hometown.
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, spring river plumbing duck prophet.
Artemisia annua is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to go up.
--Song Sushi, "Evening View of Huichongchun River"
Outside the verdant bamboo forest, a few sparse peach blossoms bloomed, green and red matching, fresh and beautiful. The temperature rises, the river water is warm, and the ducks are playing happily on the river. The banks of the river are full of fresh and tender artemisia and reed buds, which are full of vitality. At this time, it is time for puffer fish to migrate from the sea to spawn. In the spring of the countryside, the grass and trees are rushing to sprout, the flowers bloom happily, and the eyes are getting more and more lively. The ducks rejoice and play in the water, and so do the people.
Spring in the countryside is full of life, and people are also prepared for farming early, which is a reminder from the seasons and a habit from the genes.
Spring doves sing on the house, and apricot blossoms on the edge of the village are white.
Holding an axe to cut far away, the lotus hoe to the spring vein.
Return to the old nest, the old people look at the new calendar.
The temptation is not to be disobedient, and the long-distance traveler is worried.
——Tang Wangwei, "Pastoral Works in Spring"
Spring has arrived, the doves on the house are crying, and the edge of the village is lined with white apricot blossoms. With an axe in hand, cut off the long mulberry branches, and carry a hoe to see if the veins flowing through the spring are smooth. Last year's swallows came back again, as if they recognized the old nest, and the old owner was in the house looking at this year's almanac, and time passed really fast. I raised my glass, but I was not interested, and I suddenly felt frightened at the thought of the wanderer who was out of the house. Such a beautiful spring, I have not been able to reunite with my family, and I always have some regrets.
Spring has returned, both a new beginning and full of hope. In order to pray for the wind and rain, the ancient countryside often held some quite lively and interesting agricultural activities.
In February, the village garden is warm, and Kuwama Dai Shengfei.
The farmer scoops the old valley, and the silkworm concubine prays for new clothes.
Cows and horses are far away from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are rare.
At dusk, the forest descended the road, and the drum flute race returned to the gods.
- Tang Baijuyi, "Spring Village"
In February, the village is warm and melting, and daisheng birds can be seen flying around among the mulberry trees. The farmer scoops the old grain, and the silkworm woman prays that the silkworm will be raised smoothly. The cattle and horses went farther and farther in the wind, and after the Spring Festival, there were fewer chickens and pigs. In order to get a good head, people held an annual social festival, singing and dancing, playing the flute and playing the gods, and having a lot of fun. It wasn't until dusk that the day's activities were over, and people came back from the green roads, and the joy was still lingering. Next, it's time to put in full swing spring plowing!
Spring is also the best season for children in the countryside, where it is as warm and gentle as a mother's embrace.
When the rain is dry on a clear and windy day, the grass is full of flowers and the water is full of water.
The boy Liu Yin was sleeping, and a cow had eaten Liu Yin Xi.
--Song Yang Wanli, "In the Mulberry Tea Pit Road"
After the rain, the wind is gentle, the sun is warm, the embankment is full of flowers and plants, and the spring water in the pond is also full. A child fell asleep under the willow shade, and the cattle he had released had already leisurely eaten the west of the willow yin! What a happy childhood, one with nature, carefree, with only full joy in my heart. Such a childhood can heal a person's life.
The countryside in spring, the flowers are red and green, the competition is full of vitality, making people feel that spring is too generous and has sent too many gifts!
The soil is about to move and the rain is frequent, and the grass is full of flowers.
Behind the house, the desolate green show, the neighbor whipped the bamboo shoots over the wall.
——Song Fan Chengda, "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Look, the world has awakened, the spring rains are frequent, it is even more thawed, the frozen soil is moistened, and the soil also has the smell of spring. For a time, flowers and plants were scrambling to be born. The barren countryside behind the house is green and beautiful, and the bamboo shoots of the neighbor's house have come to this side! Spring, if nothing can stop it! All the flowers and trees, as soon as they get the news of spring, they will show their strong vitality!
Spring in the countryside, although there are no famous flowers and plants, but there is endless fun, even if it is unknown, it is enough to make people stunning.
Green mountains such as Daiyuan Village East, tender green long stream willow wind.
Birds and finches do not know the countryside is good, wear flowers and turn in love in the small garden.
- Ming Gao Heng, "Miscellaneous Songs of Spring"
Outside the village, green mountains are like daisy, reflecting in the stream, the long stream glows tender green, and the willows flutter in the wind. The heavens and the earth are big, it is so free, even the field of vision is much wider. Birds and finches understand the benefits of this country, and always like to linger in the small courtyard, nostalgic for the delicate spring flowers. In the poet's view, going out to walk in the green and measuring the spring light with his footsteps is the best way to love spring and love yourself.
Since ancient times, many poets have written praise poems for plum blossoms, peach blossoms and pear blossoms, etc., but the ordinary flowers and trees in the countryside are also worth admiring, and they also decorate the spring with enthusiasm. The spring in the countryside is more pristine and more vivid, and the casualness and wildness revealed in the liveliness are even more shocking.
Spring breeze first starts in the garden plum, cherry apricot peach pear second bloom.
In the deep village of the elm pod, the spring breeze is also for me.
- Don Bai Juyi, "Spring Breeze"
The spring breeze first blew away the plum blossoms in the garden, and the cherry blossoms and apricot blossoms and peach blossoms also bloomed. In the remote villages that are not known, the cauliflower and elm blossom are lively and lively, although not amazing enough, but never give up. Such a confident look seemed to say that the spring breeze was also specially for me. Yes, spring will not treat any flowers and plants, although they may be different in people's eyes, but the spring wind will never be treated differently!
When the spring is strong, the village is like being placed in fine wine, wherever you go, you will smell the intoxicating aroma, it may be the fragrance of flowers and herbs, and you will see all kinds of moving colors, and the layers of purple and red are stacked, so that people can't see it, want to stop, but want to go further and see the spring light.
Trees surround the village, and the water fills the pond. Leaning on the east wind, Haoxing wandered.
A few small gardens, harvesting the spring light. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white, cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the wall, hidden thatched hall. Fluttering green flag, next to the flowing water bridge.
By chance, I walked through Higashioka. Warblers are crying, swallows are dancing, butterflies are busy.
--Song Qinguan, "Xingxiangzi Trees Around the Village"
Green trees surround the village, and the pond is full of spring water. The poet traveled with great interest in the warm east wind. The garden is not large, but it is full of spring light. Only to see peach blossoms crimson, plum blossoms snow white, cauliflower golden, rich and colorful. Through the distant wall, you can see several huts looming. Next to the small bridge with flowing water, the blue wine flag fluttered in the wind. Occasionally taking advantage of the pleasure, walking through the mountains in the east, it is even more lively, the warblers are crying, the swallows are flying, the butterflies are busy, and the spring light is so beautiful!
When the cuckoo flies over the village, it means that the spring light is getting stronger, and farming is urgent.
The apricot blossoms in the suburbs and the cuckoos in the forest are singing.
After the spring rains in Harada, the stream flows flat.
Wild old lotus to, and wind blowing grass lightly.
There is no cause of co-depression, phase and matter rock cultivation.
——Tang Li Deyu, "Remembrance of Pingquan Miscellaneous Songs, Reminiscence of Spring Cultivation"
The apricot blossoms in the countryside bloomed, and the cuckoos in the jungle sounded, singing "Grandpa and Grandma, cut the wheat and cut the grass", how kind. After some spring rains, the stream rose in the evening and was already level with the shore. The wild old man came wearing a cloak, and the spring breeze was gentle, gently blowing the herbs. The poet and the wild old man together, preparing for spring ploughing. Such a day, plain, but also beautiful. Why not indulge in a reclusive career and be drunk in the spring?
The villagers in the spring, although busy, live a full and happy life, but they are enviable.
The east wind knew that I wanted to go up the mountain, blowing off the sound of the rain between the eaves.
The clouds on the ridge are draped in silk hats, and the heads of the trees are hung with copper hammers on the first day.
Wild peach with smiling bamboo hedges short, stream willows shake sand clear.
Xi song people should be the happiest, boiled parsley roasted bamboo shoots for spring ploughing.
--Song Sushi, "In the Middle of the New City Road"
The east wind seemed to know that I was going to go for a walk on the mountain, and blew off the long-lasting rain between the eaves. The clouds and mist between the mountains fluttered, as if wearing a white hat, and the sun was rising on the top of the tree, like a round and bright copper hammer hanging from it. The spring light is full of joy along the way. Delicate wild peach blossoms reflect the low bamboo hedges, and the turquoise willow trees sway and are projected in the clear stream. The Xi'an people are really happy, busy farming, and when it's time to eat, they cook celery, burn bamboo shoots, fill their stomachs and continue to dry. Isn't the fragrance of celery spring shoots in the air tempting?
The beauty of the countryside is indescribable, especially in spring, where there are paintings and poems. Be friends with nature, go hand in hand with spring, that time, bright and charming aroma, with pure and dust-free joy. I am glad that my childhood once ran through the countryside, in a daze, as if the whole heaven and earth belonged to me, and as if I had melted into the spring wind. I am also glad that today, while recalling the past, I can read the spring of the countryside written by the ancients thousands of years ago, and the spring in memory perfectly coincides, making people happy and making people want to cry.
-Author-
Liu Qirui, male, a native of Tancheng, Shandong, a veteran literature lover, published the essay collection "The Song of that year", "Nostalgia is a Curved Blue Moon" and the short story collection "Hedong Hexi".