The earth returns to spring, and everything recovers. Spring is a season full of vigor and vitality. Everywhere is full of spring, everywhere is charming spring, peach blossom beautiful, pear snow. The refreshing fragrance of flowers makes people relaxed and happy. Many people in the county like hiking in such a spring day and like hiking in the suburbs. As the old saying goes: there must be fragrant grass within a hundred steps. Let me say: you don't have to go far to find spring. The Jilong River in the northern suburbs of the county is a good place to go.
Chicken Dragon River, green wheat seedlings, like green waves, boundless; occasionally a little golden wild cauliflower, twinkling like a little star in the green wave. The green bamboos along the coast are dancing in the spring breeze, and the magnolia by the riverside corridor looks like a smiling and innocent child. That blossoming magnolia, white as snow, red as fire, purple as silk, a magnolia noble hanging in the branches, such as fat jade, giving people a beautiful spring yearning. Clusters of Forsythia suspensa have an extraordinary momentum, winding from east to west along the running water, the golden yellow wantonly sprinkles with brilliant spring light, warm and beautiful people's eyes. The burning golden flame is everywhere, warm and unrestrained, conveying the strong breath of spring to the people.
Across the Jilong Bridge, looking to the north bank, the sight is full of pleasant scenery. The weeping willow plants spit out goose yellow leaves, the smoke of the willow in the spring breeze is hazy, and the green sash is elegant, just like a young girl in the prime of life, beautiful and moving. A row of tall Chinese white poplars, straight trunks towering into the blue sky, samurai-like majestic, blue-white branches covered with caterpillar-like flowers, sloshing in the spring breeze, it is very interesting. Peach and plum Tuyan, begonia Jingfang, cherry blossoms in full bloom, a colorful scene.
The mist curled on the river, and the wind wrinkled the spring water of the river. High and low arrangement of thick weeping willow green poplar, scattered with red tile pink walls of residential buildings, reflected in the water, better than Gusu pillow river people. I could not help but gently recite du Xunhe's poem "send people to visit Wu": when you meet in Gusu, they do their best to pillow the river. There is little free land in the ancient palace, and there are many small bridges in water lanes. The night market sells lotus root, spring boat carries Yiluo. Know that the moon is sleepless, similar to fishing songs. Although Junan Jilong River is located in the north, without Wupeng boats rowing leisurely, the scenery of boat navigation outside every house has its own moving scene of Jiangnan White Wall Green tiles reflected in the water and Zhu Men Baibi pillow Gulfstream. On the green river, there are all kinds of petals floating from time to time, quiet and serene, like an elegant ink painting. It's so charming and charming.
If you are interested, you can also take a tour of Curie in Riverside Village. Here, people like to plant apricot trees in the courtyard in front of the door. Apricot tree homophonic Xingshu, the moral person Ding Xingxing, happiness and auspiciousness. Apricot trees of different thickness can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and those sturdy and tall apricot trees bear witness to the long years. There are peach blossoms sticking out of the wall, budding, and the buds of rouge are blushing like a girl who is still unmarried. Apricot branches are surrounded by apricot blossoms, the pink flowers, like a flushed drunken imperial concubine, more like Li Qingzhao, wearing a pink skirt, singing "Zuihuayin" gracefully in the spring sun. Presumably this apricot flower is also fascinated by its own charm, pieces of petals fly away from the branches with the wind, dancing in the air, pouring out the fragrance of the street. Take two deep breaths, as if the internal organs were soaked with fragrance. The most pleasant thing is to take a walk in the depths of the alley. The pink apricot blossoms fluttered and fell on the shoulder, and the alley was sprinkled with fallen flowers and full of poetry. The small building listens to the spring rain in one night, and the deep lane sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Inadvertently, you will gently recite Lu you's poems. The walls of some houses in the alley are made of irregular gravel, and the corners of the walls are covered with thick moss, highlighting the vicissitudes of life and the long history of the alley. A small bed of leeks was planted in the open space at the door of a family, and green buds appeared. To take a closer look, bursts of barking came from the courtyard. Red tile stone wall dog barking, pink Dai apricot spring leek. Time seems to stop in Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden. Although this is not the Jiangnan of apricot flowers and spring rain, the alley is also different from Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane". But the apricot flower girls you meet in the alley, although they do not have the oil paper umbrella, they will be as beautiful and kind as the lilac girl, but with more smile on their faces and less sorrowful sadness.
At the end of the alley facing the street, there is a kindergarten. Through the fence, we can see a preschool teacher leading a group of children to play games. While playing, the children sang the poem "Village dwelling" by Gao Ding in the Qing Dynasty: the grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willow on the dike is drunk with spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites. The childishness of a child's voice is very magnetic. I stood still, quietly savoring the memorable poetry, as if I had returned to my carefree childhood. Here, in this spring day, spring is pleasing to the eye and the sound of books is refreshing. There are flowers in the eyes, poems in the heart, and the fragrance of the sea of flowers, which makes people intoxicated.
Zhang first wrote a poem in the Northern Song Dynasty: the leader, Wu Erjing, and the female swimmer on the bamboo shoot swing. The fragrant grass picks up the green twilight to forget to return, the beautiful wild outing comes indefinitely. The poem exquisitely and vividly shows us the scene of the ancients visiting the green and enjoying the spring and forgetting to return. Yes, who is willing to fail in the beautiful spring? The Jilong River in spring has launched a colorful picture of poetry. let's read it and taste it, because the spring of the Jilong River is in our hearts.
Author: snow falling Tang Poems
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