Zheng Banqiao has been painting bamboo for 50 years, interpreting "bamboo in the eyes, bamboo in the chest, and bamboo in the hands" to perfection. In addition to Bamboo, he also loves Mei. He served as an official, practiced himself, loved the people like a son, and lived with the fragrance of plum blossoms. He said to himself in "Snow Queen in the Mountains": "When I open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, the snow is clear and the sun is cold. The eaves stream does not drip plum blossom jelly, a kind of solitude does not wait for idleness. ”
Zheng Banqiao is in the mountains, surrounded by silence and ethereal, cold night strikes, listening to the snow falling. Close the window, a fire rises in the house, and the lid of the teapot on the stove is fluttering, and the heat is enveloping. Night talk around the hearth. When I got up in the morning and opened the door, it was freezing cold outside the house, covered in silver. The snow is like a net sealing the mountain, and the four fields are covered. The sun rose strongly, and through the faint clouds, it was less lively and more cold. In the courtyard, the long ice skates under the eaves showed no signs of melting, and the plum blossoms in the corners of the walls seemed to be frozen, and there was no intention of opening for a long time. The ice skate hooks the eaves, the plum blossoms become frozen, in the scene, in the heart, in order to experience the tenacity and cleanliness in this ice world.
Go to Changsha in winter, and the "plum blossom corridor" of Songya Lake reflects the lake. A tree, a clump, the plum blossoms on the branches after the snow, some bloom early, some late, wrapped in ice, like crystal, like amber, crystal clear. The dark incense in the air floats, wisps of it, and rises gracefully. No passers-by wanted to get close, for fear that the plum blossom frost would shatter the ground.
My hometown is in the hinterland of Xuefeng Mountain, there are many cold times, and the winter is particularly long, and my mother often makes us plum blossom jelly. The plum jelly made by my mother is different from other places, which is actually fish jelly. This season, only plum blossoms bloom alone, and fish jelly belongs to the exclusive food of this season, so it is named plum blossom jelly. There are many rivers and ponds in the mountains, and naturally there are many fish. Wash and chop the fish into small pieces, fry it in oil until golden brown on one side, mix with chopped pepper and ginger slices, simmer in water, sprinkle green onion and plum petals, pour into a bowl, let it stand overnight, and then condense into fish jelly. Its shape resembles jelly, and the fish, plum blossoms, ginger slices and green onion are clearly visible. One scoop in the mouth, rich in elasticity, tender and refreshing, making people have a long-lasting aftertaste.
Overnight in the forest farm, one night of wind, one night of snow, one night of freezing. Morning woke up and opened the door, and put his hands on each other. The white expanse in front of me is white, and the snow on the hillside in the distance presses the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight. Near the house, the ice locked the petals of plum blossoms, picked one casually, and hung it on the chest with a thread, with a beautiful attachment to the cold winter.
The Southern Song Dynasty Wang Yong has the poem "Plum Blossoms": "The moon in the heart of the stream is hazy, and the tree peels the frosty skin half empty." I saw that the ice and snow were freezing when it opened, and I didn't know that there was a spring breeze in the flowers. "The moonlight is hazy, and there are shadows of plum blossoms among the cold streams. The old trees are rugged and the bark is peeling, which makes people feel dilapidated and depressed, and their hearts are cool. But the peak turns around, and although the plum blossoms are "frozen and frozen", there is "a spring breeze" in the flowers and news of spring. The flower is wrapped in ice, and the stamen is hidden in the heart. Gather full of strength and insight into the earliest spring. The heart of Mei is also the heart of man.
Plum jelly, frozen plum blossoms. Mei survived spring, summer, autumn and winter, and finally bloomed at the end of the year, becoming a bright embellishment of this cold world, which is joyful and thought-provoking. (Author: Chen Yingchun; Editor: Yang Shuo)