Clear
The sky blue and other smoke and rain, the smoke and rain came as scheduled. Qingming polishes one side and is clear
Cleaning and detailing, the oblique line of the rain silk is straightened in an orderly manner
The freshness of the pear blossoms after the rain penetrates the wisps of light that are deep in the dark clouds
A row of egrets, swept by the waves, scattered with bright rattling notes
On the riverbank, curled up maples stretch out the refreshing autumn leaves
The green atmosphere depicts the charm of the bright autumn light dyeing the red branches
Plane tree, velvet leaves wake out of the misty half-tree sleepy eyes
The hazy leaf veins finally understood the direction of the sycamore where their phoenix was flying
Ginkgo, the persistence of the past branches, full of the purity of the whole spring
The bell of the Luan tree shakes, and the bright buds pluck the new demeanor
The dense and cool crown of the yellow kudzu tree is like the grand occasion of Jinghua
The old leaves that began to turn brittle brought out bright yellow, brewing the softness of farewell
The river flows into the distance, and the clear ripples see the gray butterflies circling
The fireworks in the world have the grace and sorrow of the cold food post and the darkness
Looking back clearly, the wind and rain from winter to spring are scattered according to the traces of grass and trees
Tomorrow's long journey, there will still be a muddy trek, and the imprints are winding and stretching
The breeze blows the heart, and the weeping willows are like smoke, and the sleepless past is diluted
The bright moon washes away the restlessness and melancholy, and the clear heart is placed at the node of the years
A cleansing of the mind. In such a solar term, it is necessary to be honest and pure
Rational and clear-minded, warm and warm the pot of festival wine in Xinghua Village
(Walking the city, interviewing and editing every person and scenery.) This poem is selected from "The Twenty-four Phenologies of the Mao Jin River". In the Qingming season in April, it is mild and clear, and can not soothe the anxiety of the soul and skin, the catkins are flying, the paulownia flowers are open, and they are warm and moist, and they are also a little boating in spring. In the "Moon Order", its three-stage phenology is the first to wait for the green weed, the second to wait for the dove to whisk its feathers, and the third to wait for the spring bird to sing mulberry. On the banks of the Jinjiang River, the breeze blows the hearts of those weeping willows like smoke, and the sleepless past is diluted;
In the spring
I immersed my mind and body in the wind again
The speed at which the herb returns to bud is the masterpiece of February scissors
Climbing the red brick wall of the years, the green vines are vigorously climbing
There is a kind of height, which is the starry sky that the grass by the river looks up
What I secretly fascinate is the wheat seedlings that are jointed and pregnant
The golden rape ran all the way, sprinkling tassels
The heart in the wind is like the dandelion feathers
Blow to the artistic conception and dreams that the mind can't go
A backpack bag with a double zipper
On the one hand, there is the hidden worry of the wind and rain scattered by the grass and trees
On one side is the brilliant yellow yellow of wheat seedlings and green cauliflowers
People who carry bags on their backs may accidentally pick up the wrong pocket
Even with wind and rain, the crops ripen according to the season
The green vines on the red wall are swaying upwards and the tender sprouts are soft
("In the Spring Light" and the following "Neon Dazzling Colors" and "Night Light Flicker", three poems are selected from "Urban Mood")
Neon colors
Cut the dream like colored satin and turn it into what you want
Dazzling colors, even more charming at the moment of twilight quadrangle
The swirling pillar of light caresses the gaze of a block
The shadows of the buildings, every figurative pattern is running-in
Kaleidoscope is general, and a spin is a new combination
When the glass is connected, it is a vibrant aura writhing
The glass was scattered in the corners, and the fragments were flickering
The floors are bright, and the starry sky begins to dim
Sometimes, the shadow of the moon silently gives way in a lotus-like cloud
The poetry of the willows on the moon stirs up to the liveliness of the night of fish and dragon dance
Glow-in-the-dark flickering
In the middle of the night, the neon starts to idle boringly
Hurried steps take away hurried gazes
The fish-belly-white sky, the straight neon lines began to dodge
Then, the shimmering light was like a blister
The pond is silent, and the pearlescent glow of the blisters is fading
Until a new round of glow wakes up the city
The half-moon moon has not yet left the sky above the building
The distant back is getting fading and fading, and a grain of sugar melts in the pond
The sky is full of morning glow, not lit up by neon
And neon, lurking quietly, hiding on the edge of the sun shining brighter and brighter
Valley rain
The eyes are full of pearls, and the green wind rests. Gu Yu is Chunfang's setback
The smoky wind of the world overflows the riverbank, and the flow of water does not flood the joy of the waves
The flower wall of the courtyard, the burning flowers of the black locust, did not straighten the question mark of worry
The heart was heavy, and the tears and swollen eyes were soaked white by the rain last night
Paulownia is full of tears, and it can't melt the heavy sigh in the verdant depths
All the small fans of ginkgo biloba fan emerald the color of whispering fine
A river of water, floating algae drifting quietly waiting for the distant cuckoo to cry blood
The warblers are multiplying, and the melancholy of the spring return combs the feathers that the wings have fallen
A night of wind and rain, the moon petals are sprinkled, and the remnants are scattered all over the place
Spring is getting old, the sunset in the twilight, and the afterglow is the stamens of farewell
The yellow flowers next to the incense path are blurred in the grass, and the end of regret
Persisted through the autumn and winter, crushed my heart, and there were only memories of the stars
The leaves of the yellow kudzu beeswax remember the bright dawn of autumn
Every bird's cry is a notch of time leaking, getting denser and denser
Brownish-black fruits, lined up in staves, silent dull melodies
The yellow leaves are still stormy, and the orchestra is sad and mottled with sorrow
The full steps sighed, scattered into mud and dust, and the branches and buds hatched birds
The crisp sound of gold leaf, in the drunken night, coincides with the passage of the sound of the river
Say goodbye to spring. The four seasons of the year are frustrated in the cuckoo, crying blood and rain
The scarlet color of the chicken paw maple. The yellow leaves are gone. There is also the expectation of new sprouts
(Walking in the city, interviewing and editing every person and scenery encountered.) This poem is selected from "The Twenty-four Phenologies of the Mao Jin River". In April, when the valley rains, duckweed grows, cuckoos chase and sing, hoopoes fall on mulberry trees, and the vegetation becomes more and more verdant. In this spring, the sparkling paddle shadow of spring sorrow has not been extinguished. In "Moon Order", its three-stage phenology is the first to wait for the beginning of the paulownia tree, the second to wait for the vole to change, and the third to wait for the rainbow to see. On the banks of the Jinjiang River, a night of wind and rain, the petals of the moon season are sprinkled, and the remnants of the red are scattered all over the place; the spring is getting old, the sunset in the twilight is the stamen of farewell)
Author: Jia Zhangmin
Participated in the establishment of Sichuan Legal Newspaper, and served as a reporter, department director, deputy editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief of the newspaper.