Looking closely at Zhang Dai's "Tao An Dream Memories", there is a "Golden Milk Grass Flower" in the book, Zhang Dai wrote in the book about a person named Jin MilkSheng who likes to play with flowers and plants, how to create his pastoral dream.
There was a vacant lot in front of Jin's house, and three huts were built along the huts, with fences, earthen walls, and flower railings. Then on that side of the countryside are planted with different flowers and plants throughout the year. Spring is dominated by poppies and Yu beauties, with mountain orchids, frangipani and cassia; in late spring, peony is the mainstay, with passionflower, tuxuan, and alum; in summer, Luoyang flowers and Jianlan are mainly used, with hollyhocks, wusi chrysanthemums, Wangjiangnan, jasmine, Duruo, and pearl orchids; in autumn, chrysanthemums are mainly chrysanthemums, with cut autumn yarn, okra, monk shoe chrysanthemums, longevity hibiscus, old teenagers, begonias, geese, and dwarf chicken crowns; in winter, daffodils are mainly paired with periwinkles.
In addition to these herbaceous flowers, there are woody such as purple and white lilacs, green calyxes, jade plates, wax plums, Xifu, Diancha, Ridan, and white pear blossoms, which are scattered in the corners of the wall to shade the scorching sun.
Seeing this paragraph, I personally feel that this is suitable for those who want to have a small garden in front of their own house and behind the house to copy the homework, just copy it.
However, the author goes on to tell us that it is not just the planting of these trees and flowers that are useful, and the next work is really a life that makes people have nightmares.
The golden milk was frail and sickly, and every morning when he got up, he did not wash his face or comb his hair, and began to catch insects in his garden. The author uses "Pufu Steps", catching bugs such as "Juhu" and "Silkworm", thousands of flowers and grasses, and each one has to be removed once a day.
Seeing this, I looked up at the fiery sun outside the window, and my heart couldn't help but tighten. People with a little common sense know that the hotter the day, the more bugs are rampant.
The insects in the golden milk garden, of course, are not limited to chrysanthemum tigers and silkworms, but also fire ants that wither flowers and trees, black earthworms that make branches sick, earthworms and earthworms that hurt tree roots, and elephant trunks and woolly hedgehogs that eat leaves, each of which needs to use different methods to deal with them.
To deal with fire ants, use fish bones and turtle shells to put them aside to lure worms out to get rid of them, deal with black worms, use sacks of chopsticks to clip them out and throw them away, deal with ephemerals, you need to wait until night to burn them with a lamp, deal with earthworms, you need to use lime water to irrigate the river to remove them, the hedgehogs have to kill them with horse dung water, and as for the elephant dried insects, they need to be sharpened iron wires to find them out of the hole.
Just this set of different methods of dealing with different bugs makes people dizzy. Speaking of which, the poetry of the imaginary countryside probably does not exist much. When people are surprised that the garden is getting a good job, most of them don't think about the hard work behind it, right?
If you don't do these things, expecting them to blossom and bear fruit is probably a fool's dream.
The other day back to his hometown, took his parents to the old house in the countryside, my father thought about the pumpkins and potatoes planted in front of and behind his house, saying that the vegetable garden was full of grass, and he had to say that he had to use a bucket of potion to weed, but he was stopped by my mother and me. Despite this, my mother and I planned to weed the potato field by hand.
Mowing the grass, I still have the skill of a child. I remember that when the production team wanted to cut the grass and fatten, when I was in elementary school, I had summer vacation, I followed my mother, cut all the way through several villages, and the grass that was cut back was weighed and converted into work points. In addition, every day after school, a basket of grass is cut to feed the sheep.
The grass in the potato field has grown as tall as my people, and if you don't get rid of it, you don't want to eat yam this year.
No one in the countryside stayed for a long time, and the moment the grass was opened, a group of black and white striped flower mosquitoes in the grass quickly surrounded me, and in an instant, several bags were bitten at the ankle, and the place where the bite was immediately shown a hard lump, and now several days have passed, and it is still swollen. So much so that I think of the group of flower mosquitoes, dense phobias are committed. Fortunately, my mother said that there was wind oil essence at home, and I smeared it all over my body, which finally kept those mosquitoes away from me, and finally continued the lawn-cutting project.
After cutting the grass for more than an hour, the grass in the potato field was finally solved, and the other vegetable fields were left to waste. After doing such a little work, the palms of my hands blistered. Fortunately, that day was not too hot, the sky was also overcast, there was no poisonous sun, it was God's care for us.
I sent a circle of friends to mow the state of the grass, Wen Youfan looked at the teacher of the Red Chamber and said, this is the real pastoral, the real pastoral and the dream of the pastoral do not know how far apart. After personal experience, perhaps most people will feel that for pastoral dreams, most of us are ye gong of good dragons.
Therefore, Zhang Dai said at the end of "Golden Milk Raw Grass and Flowers": Golden Milk life must be experienced by himself, his hands are frozen and cracked, and his forehead is scorched, but he ignores it. Even the Qing Emperor, who was in charge of spring, was touched by his diligence and gave him a piece of auspicious rui, so that three Lingzhi mushrooms grew in his garden.
The Qing Emperor, who is in charge of spring, does not know whether there are any, and there must be weeds and insects that want to destroy the countryside at any time. If you really want to make a field of land, be prepared to fight a protracted battle with weeds and insects, like a golden milk.