As soon as the sting is over, the ice melts away. Heaven and earth are dense, and all things become mellow.
In the murmur of the spring girl, the earth mother woke up. She shook off her cold and stiff shell, opened her bleary eyes, looked at the beautiful and charming spring girl with a smile, and unwittingly her heart rippled & 8205; the fragrance of birds and flowers, grass growing Yingfei, willow green peach red, and the bright spring sun and clear brook she knew that all that was coming would belong to her, and that happy time had come!
She vaguely felt that the thousands of lives dormant in her abdominal cavity had already stretched their muscles and bones with the peristalsis of her placenta, and they would immediately emerge from the ground and be reborn with a call from the spring girl. She vaguely felt that the inconspicuous and weak grass had quietly sprung out of her body, shaking her little green head and looking around. Those seemingly lifeless branches of dead trees have also turned green, bulging round buds. In the park and by the road, the plum plants and the clusters of forsythia were teased by the delicate hands of the spring girl, unexpectedly blooming a pink and yellow smile.
Oh, it's spring!
In my impression, this spring seems to have come particularly early. As soon as we stepped into the threshold of the Spring Festival, people impatiently took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes and changed into gaudy clothes. Spring is the embodiment of beauty, the darling of poets and painters, and the moment when literati and poets are full of thoughts and wonderful brushes. look, the excellent poems and paintings of praise and appreciation of spring and sighing of spring are everywhere and beautiful.
Spring is the best time of the year, indulge in the scenery and enjoy yourself. The ancients once said that they do not play in spring, but they are afraid to be stupid. In this season of blooming flowers, vegetation and fragrance, walking on youth is a great pleasure in life. Can not travel far, have to swim close, for I like quiet, dormant downtown, it is also difficult to resist the temptation of spring girls. On a quiet Sunday, I threw myself into the sparsely inhabited field on the outskirts of the city.
Under the blue sky, white clouds are floating; in the genial spring breeze, the birds in the sky are singing; the warm sunshine is scattered generously on me, and I wander briskly on the field. The field in spring is so quiet and indifferent, so vast and remote. She has no disturbance of frogs and insects, no hiss of traffic on the city wall, no secular etiquette in the world of mortals, but everything that belongs to the wilderness. Green grass, are all dharma bodies, depressed and yellow flowers, nothing but Prajna. This is the Buddhist feeling and expression of spring, but I smell a breath of life from the field and feel the surging rhythm of life.
The fields in spring are as clear and transparent as water has been washed, and even the air smells like mud. In the wilderness, my whole person is refreshed and open-minded, and my thoughts are like a wild horse that is out of control, galloping freely between heaven and earth. I seem to have returned to my innocent boyhood, and I seem to have forgotten my usual self. I need no spiritual camouflage, no soul mask, no longer disturbed by fame and wealth, no longer tired by gains and losses, and no longer follow the trend against my will. I can imagine freely, shout wantonly, vent heartily, and even unscrupulously reveal the small one hidden under the leather robe mentioned by Mr. Lu Xun.
Take off the heavy myopic mirror, overlooking the distant sky, panoramic view of the wilderness. My eyes touched the ready fishing boats on the edge of the East China Sea, the high rigs of oil workers in the distance, and the people who were working in the wheat fields in front of me. I was interested in a patch of green reeds not far away. I ran there three steps and two steps. A flock of unknown birds flew out of the reeds, twittering and singing straight into the sky. I stopped and looked up curiously. The birds swooped and hovered in the air. Looking at the free birds, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. Yes, birds are free, they can play and chase in their own sky, winter comes, they can fly to the warm south, summer comes, they can fly to the snow and ice in the north. I fantasize about how good it would be if I were a migratory bird. I could move freely with the alternation of seasons, the change of time and space, and fly freely. I was amused by the illusory idea that flashed in my mind: after all, I am not a small migratory bird. I am a capitalized man. I have human thoughts, dignity and feelings. I can't be swayed by seasons and time and space like migratory birds. I apply human wisdom and courage to face all kinds of diseases, setbacks and challenges encountered in my life bravely. I should follow the human code of conduct and follow the human track. You can't be capricious!
Unconsciously, I have stepped into that oil-green wheat field, and the green wheat seedlings are spreading their leaves, jointing and tillering. The ridge of the field is full of all kinds of wild vegetables and colorful flowers everywhere. That white as jade shepherd's purse flower, light yellow as green rice artemisia flower, purple as red as thistle flower caused a swarm of bees constantly buzzing, buzzing, buzzing crazy dance, greedily sucking these Qinxiang stamens. I know that this is the busiest and happiest time of the year. I really can't bear to disturb these hardworking elves who are immersed in happiness and leave quietly.
Peaches and plums in the city worry about wind and rain, spring in Xitou shepherd's purse flower. In this situation and this scene, Xin Qiji's song "Partridge Heavenly Man Fu" came to mind. Aftertaste of the Southern Song Dynasty, this sad patriotic poet left, let people aftertaste thousands of years of unique words, I seem to understand a lot, but also seems to understand. Yes, this unique sentence is indeed immersed in too many mysteries and contains endless philosophy of life. The shepherd's purse flower, which looks weak and born in the wild, does not have the towering and colorful scenery of peaches and plums in the city, but it is more able to withstand the wind and rain than peaches and plums in the city. As long as a bunch of spring light, a wisp of spring breeze and a trace of spring rain, it will leisurely open all over the field, and it will show a touch of the freshness of life between heaven and earth!
For wild vegetables, I always have great piety and awe, these fresh and tender wild vegetables, once again evoke my memories of the past. My childhood coincided with the era of famine, when a family of eight, young and old, depended on their father to support themselves. On weekdays, even if they are careful and frugal, the whole family's food rations can only last until the end of the year. Looking at the thin and sallow faces of my sister and me because of hunger, my father often squatted aside and sighed and kept saying: when spring comes, I am really confused and puzzled by the words I uttered to my father.
In the voice of my father, the eagerly awaited spring finally came. I remember that at that time, we spent all day digging wild vegetables and leaves in the woods, and my mother and grandmother dug up the koji sprouts gray vegetables and rice artemisia seeds we dug up, and the willow bud and elm poplar dogs (poplars that grew before poplars spit leaves, fluffy like caterpillars) chose to wash clean, and then blanched the bitter juice with boiling water. Mother and grandmother made these wild vegetables and leaves into porridge, steamed vegetables or mixed them into cold dishes, and the family lived through the hard years of famine. Now come to think of it, although my childhood is full of wild vegetable-like bitterness, but the process of growing up is happy!
It was not until many years later that I suddenly realized that my father was always talking about the meaning of waiting until spring. Yes, spring gives people hope. When spring comes, there will be wild vegetables to dig everywhere and leaves to pick all over the slope. although it is bitter and difficult to swallow and disgusting, with wild vegetables and leaves wrapped around the belly, the whole family will survive! That year, the household contract responsibility system was implemented in the countryside, and my father spent the whole day happily soaking in his own one-third mu of land. The responsible field was cleaned up by his father so that he could not see a trace of weeds. That crop of sticks and wheat also grew particularly well. My father regarded the responsibility field as the most precious treasure. He knew that the hard-won responsibility field was the hope of the whole family. Only by keeping the responsibility field every day could he feel at ease.
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