Pear blossom is better than snow at night, push the window can: a tree pear blossom a stream moon. Living in the south of the Yangtze River, this is the place I want most.
Snow small cicada said: if I have a study, I call it listen to Xuelu, at least, in my heart, I have a house, is listening to Xuelu. I think the study in the south of the Yangtze River should live by the water, with pear blossoms around the shoulder in spring and pear buckle windows in autumn. Let's call it Xiang Xueju!
With regard to the study, the old wooden buildings in the south of the Yangtze River are fine, with narrow wooden staircases and green tiles, lack of moss because of the age, push open the window is the gurgling Qinchuan River, flowing the story of the town over the years, appreciating the town's melodious past, a curved stone bridge communicates the families on both sides, like that: I would like to be incarnated into a stone bridge, blown by the wind for five hundred years and beaten by rain for five hundred years, just waiting for the legend you passed on the bridge, that is, its graceful past.
Lihua courtyard dissolves the moon, catkins pond light wind. This Song. As soon as Yan Shu's poems were touched, they were so fond of them that they couldn't be done. The courtyard in early spring, the moonlight dissolved, full of white feather-like pear flowers, reflected with the moonlight, dark fragrance floating, pond catkins such as smoke curl in the faint spring breeze, there seems to be nothing. The pear flowers and the moon are like a pair of blue people, lingering in the arms of spring, talking to each other, admiring each other, holding flowers, holding the moon, catkins dancing and spring breeze songing. no, no, no. no, no, no. At this moment, you can melt yourself in this poem and smell the fragrance with a low eyebrow.
When I was young, there was no pear tree in the village. there was a begonia by the small pond in the south of the village. every spring, there would be a light fragrance, drunken sleeves to meet the snow, butterfly love bee around. The flowers bear clusters of fruits, which are very small and look like pears in shape and color. We call them pears. When there were flowers, I would beg my mother to pick a few bottles on the table. As a result, I would ask my mother to pick a few strands of fruit and put them in my mouth. It was sour and astringent, and sometimes my astringent tongue was numb and crispy. But every time I walked by, I always shouted that it was a pear, not to mention that it was picked by my mother herself, with the remaining temperature of my mother's palm.
When I really knew Lihua after I was seven years old, when we went to the third aunt's house, it was the season when the grass grew and the warbler flew. When there was still more than a mile away from the third aunt's house, my father pointed to the white place in the distance and said, "that is your third aunt's village." the white one is Lihua. People in eight villages here all know that their village is famous for its pear orchard. I stood on tiptoe and looked out into the distance, a vast expanse of white, like a cloud. Closer, see clearly, it is a tree of pear blossoms, full of villages, houses scattered in the sea of flowers, only a few houses show pointed roofs, most of the houses are submerged by pear blossoms. Because the houses at that time were all short spire rooms, but the pear trees were tall, it looked more like the house was dotted with pear blossoms, and the whole village was covered with pear blossoms, crystal clear as snow, and walked into it, as if walking into a fairy tale world. People walk in the village, exposure to the white pear blossom, the whole person suddenly becomes clear, petal pear flowers welcome back and forth, fragrance, other people's roof, courtyard full of poetic beauty. The oncoming people, all with pear-like smiles on their faces, kept saying: the flowers bloom so well this year, autumn must be a good harvest. I think: even at night will be brighter than other villages, the pear blossoms are clearly small lanterns to guide you and light up the hope of life for you.
The third aunt's house is on the north side of the village, the door faces the road, and the front and back of the house are full of pear blossoms. The third aunt has no son because she has two daughters and has no status at home. Her mother-in-law is very mean to her and often instigates her aunt to beat her aunt. She endures everything silently for the sake of her daughter and aunt. The aunt said that if she left, her two daughters would be very pitiful. Only the aunt loved them, and their grandmother did not look at her granddaughter. Life is very difficult. It is precisely because of this that our family helps our aunt from time to time in order to make her life easier. Although it was a poor day, my aunt loved her nieces very much. When she saw us coming, she smiled more beautifully than pear blossoms. When her father asked her about her family affairs, her aunt said: much better, now the pear trees have been assigned to individuals, as long as they are willing to contribute, there will be a good day. I think my aunt is very much like a pear blossom. although she has experienced the bitter cold, she is in full bloom as soon as spring comes, does not contend with peach and Li, and works silently in her own spring. I had a good meal at my aunt's house that day and played all afternoon. When waving goodbye, my aunt said, "when the pears are ripe, you must come again."
It was this sentence that led to my running away from home with my cousin. During this period, I kept asking my mother: should the pears be ripe? When I asked again during the summer vacation, maybe I asked too many questions, and my mother casually said, "done." One afternoon when I had nothing to do, my cousin and I decided to go to the third aunt to eat pears, go quietly and return quietly. But the road is not halfway, a little do not know the way, cousins, cousins have started to back down, my attitude is very determined, pear is in front of me, how can I not go. At my insistence, the three of us ran to the third aunt's house forever, went to the third aunt's house, it was evening, looking at the pears full of trees, we all drooled greedily. The third aunt was surprised and delighted to see us. looking at our glutton, she understood why we were here and hurriedly picked some pears for us to taste fresh. And said with a smile: the pear is not ripe yet, it will be more delicious in a few days. But I think the pears were very delicious that day. I have never eaten such a delicious pear so far. My sister-in-law found the third aunt before she finished dinner, and said that the whole family was worried to death and lost three children at once. Let's go home.
I remember that the moon was very round and bright that night. My sister-in-law held my cousin's hand and I walked in the big moon field. I sang while walking, and I didn't let go for a moment. On weekdays, my sister-in-law seldom cares about us, and we always find her cold and difficult to get close to. That time the handle, is my memory and her first close contact, feel very warm, but also with a hint of pear fragrance.
Eryou said yesterday that he would go to Dangshan Pear Flower Festival to see pear blossoms in a few days. In a word, I have not seen her face for a long time. She is not only a classmate I have been thinking about since graduation, but also a best friend. Small and exquisite figure, two long sheep's horn braids, smiling eyes, as clear as pear blossoms, shy and moving. Plums eat pears. A big yellow crisp pear was put on my hand, along with her sweet smile. This is a common scene when I go to school. After graduation, I was busy living in the south and north, and I didn't see each other for a long time. In that autumn, I wrote the following words: busy words into the eyebrows, unexpectedly with a close friend of the time to use a crowded word to complete the wish, thinking and reading in the autumn is getting better in the season deeply engraved in the plain paper, into the heart and lungs, full of your original appearance, two playful braids, a smile on the eyebrow corners and lips As soon as he said it, he smiled sweetly, as if he had suddenly returned to the classroom on campus. You and I, walking side by side under the green shade, must be the indispensable scenery at that time, once warm, moved, and I don't know how many dreams I have dreamed. Standing in the southern town, I wish you one by one my dear classmates, best friends and bosom friends. If you are well, it will be a sunny day. I know her hometown is in the place where the pear is in full bloom, and I think this year I will knock on her door in the season when the pear blossom is closed in the rain.
Creak, creak-the sound of distant oars interrupts my thoughts, pushing the window, pear blossoms around my fingers, the moonlight like silver, the water like a mirror, the boat breaking the tenderness of a river, the moon cruising at the bottom of the water, and perfectly reunited in the water, the waves reflect the willows on both sides of the strait, faint and dark. With the breeze and the fragrance of pear flowers, the night in the south of the Yangtze River is quiet, there seems to be a voice on the bridge, and the sound of footsteps is drifting away.
Sitting alone in the study, I raised my hand and knocked out a row of words: spring lock window, pear blossom rippling, past filling heart, thinking in the beginning, thinking on the road, petal fragrance.
Author: Xiaozhu of Meiyuan
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