Spring is coming. Looking out the window at a few willow trees, it gradually turned from gray to pale yellow and shiny, amiable and gentle.
Waving the strange scenery of the snow drifting in winter, the most sultry thing in spring is the stunning smoke and willow green. Looking from afar, I saw that the smoke willows on the river bank began to sprout in the ink, hazy like smoke and rain......
People living in the north are most familiar with the willow tree, and the knowledge of the willow tree is also the deepest. Every year in the middle of winter retreats and spring comes, only the willow tree is the earliest messenger to people to report spring in the sparse trees.
When the time flows into the world in April, walk to the embankment full of willow trees and look up, the rows of bank willows in the distance hang down the thousands of branches that are as weak as silk, revealing the tender green and faint goose yellow, under the blowing of the spring breeze, like a cloud of smoke and rain flying with the wind, gently and gently flowing into your heart, moistening your eyes. At this time, it seems that you can smell a faint fragrance of willow leaves, and indulge in the mysterious hazy smoke willow without drinking yourself......
I remember when I was a child, willow trees could be seen on both sides of the road, by the river, in the fields, and at the end of the village in my hometown. Although the willow tree is far less tall and stout than the aspen tree; Far less vigorous and upright than a pine tree; It is far less lush, shaded by a banyan tree in the south. But one by one, they were graceful, and the branches were long and narrow and covered with thin leaves, like the long flowing hair of a maiden's shawl, and they were gently and gently draped down to the waist, and long and long to the surface of the river. "Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down", if the willow tree is a metaphor for a graceful raccoon girl, I think it is the most appropriate.
willow, without the nobility of plum; There is no arrogance of spotted bamboo; There is no pine coldness; It doesn't have the evergreen of the cypress, but it also has its own ideals. It chooses to wake up in the cold wind and take the lead in Tucui under the residual power of winter, it cannot be compared with the pines and cypresses that have survived the harsh winter, but it is like a warrior who keeps the spring, with spring in the chest supported by the wind and frost sword, smiling proudly and cold.
This also makes me often think that in real life, some people are biased about the value orientation of willows, and often think that the value of willows is far inferior to that of pine trees, and they cannot be called pillars. However, I think that the value of the willow tree is not measured by its mere strength.
You see, in early spring, it wakes up the rivers and dresses up the landscapes; In the middle of summer, it holds up an umbrella for people to shade and enjoy the shade; In late autumn, it dances like a golden whip to make the earth full of vitality; In the cold winter, its withered branches are shaking and waiting for spring. There is no tree in the north and south of the world that can dye a city full of vitality and warmth more than it. Among all deciduous trees, it is calmer than flowers, bringing spring to the world early, making a city warm and smart!
Because of this, the beauty, tenacious and immortal spirit of willow are famous in the world.
In the south of the Yangtze River, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the figure of the willow tree is also visible. When you stroll on the broken bridge of the West Lake, the breeze is smoky, and the weeping willows are still around, you can't help but think of the beautiful myth "Liu Yi's Biography" under the willow trees on the bank of the Qiantang River, which has been praised for generations; Thinking of the national hero Zuo Zongtang at the end of the Qing Dynasty, in order to maintain the unity of the country, on the way to carry the coffin into Xinjiang to quell the rebellion, he did not forget to plant willow trees along the way, leaving the moving legend of "Zuo Gong Willow...... And I often think of it very naturally, and the green willows that are intoxicating are like smoke.
Smoke willow, in thousands of years of Huaxia culture, has long formed an important cultural image, its weak posture, enrich the spirit of generations, materialize the aesthetic improvement and empathy of generations. Since ancient times, Liu has been writing in the eyes of literati and ink writers, entering the wind and rain, entering the poems and paintings, and entering the country, with a strong cultural and artistic appeal, containing a kind of beauty, which makes people empathize and be so wonderful that people can figure out and be happy.
When night falls, under the shroud of a touch of night, look at a smoke willow, it is like a cloud shadow in the spring of the city, weak but swaying, free and calm. The graceful charm will always hit people's hearts at a casual glance, which is the incomparable joy of tender yellow and light green, and the spring sorrow that cannot be extinguished by thousands of cups. So people took the elegant artistic conception of Tang and Song poems, indulged in a period of spring, and empathized in a trance......
Smoke willow is a dream of spring! Flowers and rain are the scene of a dream, the clear water is picturesque, and the willows are piled up with smoke: the trance is Xie Daoyun who "did not rise because of the willow catkins"; It is Tang Wan of "red crisp hands, yellow vine sprinkling, spring palace wall willows in Mancheng"; In a trance, Bai Suzhen who "misses the West Lake, the willow bank, and the smoke of the snowdrift"; It is "Green Huai Smoke Willow Changting Road." Hate takes the second, separates away. The day is as sad as the year"; It is Liu Yong who "wakes up tonight?
Seeing the smoke willow again, how can it not be said to be another stunning color in the world? The smoke willow, the free flying flowers are as light as a dream, warming the world, but in the depths of people's hearts, they hide the next paragraph, the story that cannot be told endlessly, and the Tao is inexhaustible lingering and affectionate......
My song, it's another year of spring benefits, and the stunning smoke and willows are all over the city!
I sing, the wind blows, the water is moving, the willows are swinging, the grass is budding, the flowers are budding, the clouds are moving, and a hazy ink is danqing......
Let's ask: Who can not indulge in the most beautiful spring light, and accompany the willows and smoke and willows into the painting?
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