Appreciation of American literature ‖ Yang Huanting: the rhyme of spring
The plough is a shining splash, which comes all the way from the ringing of cowbells and approaches the March when the birds are singing and laughing.
Folding a green willow flute, I walked all the way from the Shui Mei River and approached the March with joy.
Dyed yellow-green grass, walking all the way from the sunset of the ancient road, approaching the March of Daifeng Chuanhui.
The pace of spring is so brisk that the cold chill is left behind. I feel that the sun washed itself brightly in the dense bath in Tanggu last night. When she jumped from the embrace of the sea to the blue sky in Chenxi Yu, every inch of time given to the world was full of warm elegance; Spring's eyes are so affectionate and gentle that they graze the villages deep in the wilderness. On this morning of immersion in ink, they were painted with a touch of new green: green fog, green kitchen smoke and green water mist, which were rendered one by one, and the charm of painters melted drop by drop; The song of spring is so sonorous and crisp, it awakens the continuous winter dream, draws out the notes of weeping willows and green flowers, pulls up the budding red apricots, lifts the graceful skirts, chases the chilling warm wind and looks for the poetic drunkenness. ...
one
"There is little frost at the end of the year, and spring is known to the world."
Throughout the ages, the grass color of the wasteland is always the first to decorate the poets with her swaying charm, throwing the land that has been dry for a winter to a new life. That kind of nirvana-like transformation often makes me feel the tenacity and stubbornness of life.
Looking for the shadow of spring in the drizzle and breeze, my eyes crossed the rugged wilderness and paid close attention to this ancient tomb that has been silent for thousands of years. Suddenly, a faint light yellow came into view, scattered under the rain curtain, spreading from Lingtou to the edge of the wheat field. That delicate look suddenly reminds me of a newly hatched chicken and a furry baby's forehead. But my heart is attracted by this light green. Oh! Attractive goose yellow is cared for by dead leaves, greedily and intently sucking the spring rain that has been looking forward to a winter. Only the intricacies under the soil tell the story of lost peace and new hair.
It is silent, so silent that the world always forgets its existence. When the chill rubs against the monsoon day, it hugs the earth tightly, decorates the lonely wilderness after falling leaves with the last breath of green, leaving a flower-free vitality in the autumn night photos. It may know that withering, shrinking and passing away are bleak and cruel things it must face. However, the roots are there, the dreams are there, and I am more willing to wait to accumulate a revived future. It didn't fall asleep in the chaos. Even in the freezing winter in the north, it brushed away the snow, ice and soil, and sharp buds were born on the roots. During my years in Shan Ye, watching the villagers' burning bonfires, my worried eyes filled with tears, and I asked whether the mountains standing shoulder to shoulder would be reduced to ashes in the flame, leaving sadness in my desolate chest forever. One day, however, the spring breeze blew over the ridge. Overnight, by the cracked ditch, by the undulating ridge and by the newly melted stream, it stood in clusters, like the messenger of spring, without singing or fragrance, but as long as you stand by it, you will always hear a voice from the deepest part of life: Spring is coming …… Spring is back. Rhymeless melodies, such as the ripples of spring water, vibrate in people's heartstrings repeatedly.
Spring has come ... spring has come back, just in the ancient tomb of Mangyuan, where the grass is far away and there is nothing. Looking at Yangguan, did the handsome figure in the distance return to the ancient plain in this spring rain? "The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Sweet they pressed on the old highway and reached the crumbling gate. " People! What kind of elf is it? However, sentient and righteous human beings, when their fate is in waves, have to look for spiritual observation from reckless external objects. Mr. Bai Juyi of Bai Letian must have approached the grassland with the frustration of "Chang 'an is expensive, but it is hard to live in". It was that gloomy glance, that was the recovery of rebirth after the robbery, which opened the sail of his life. Mangyuan, who has stood tall since ancient times, should thank him for injecting the grass color of this ancient tomb into the magnificent poetry volume, or should he thank the singing of grass for creating a generation of peerless poetry stars? Today, the ancient road is foggy, and the distance remains the same; The rain is green and the wind is light. He should stop singing Rain Meets New Town!
Sometimes, people are worse than things. How short is the spring of life, but the spring color of grass is eternal.
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"I don't know who cut the new leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
Walking in the footsteps of grass, the weeping willows of Uygur girls on Xianyang Lake are like braids, venting the coquettish feelings of spring with twigs.
Looking for spring along the river road, the willow is green, the smoke is filled, and the branches are flowing with thousands of customs. A touch of tender leaves touched the ears and temples, and it was crisp and comfortable; Suddenly a gust of wind came, and the soft branches bypassed the shoulders, holding the sleeves of clothes and climbing together, making people stop. Indulge in the spring, it seems that the whole spring is not elsewhere, all in this "tapestry of thousands of green silk" willow forest.
Who can answer the infinite meaning of spring breeze? Only this willow tree knows the tenderness of spring breeze. Its keen sense of touch listens to the footsteps of spring and feels the germination of spring, much like an Emei woman eager to open the curtain. You see, at midnight last night, Jeff, who had just rained, stood lightly and gracefully in the morning light of the ancient city, stepping on the steps of solar terms. The leaves are thin, and the shadow of the sun can be seen through the veins; The branches are soft and leisurely, and the dancing is not equal to the wind; The rhythm is continuous and slow, blending with the milky haze. The emerald shadow of the fan, the charm of leaning against the wind, the swaying of the wind, and the jade fiber of the dance wind are drunk and lazy even in the spring breeze, and never wake up. Who said it was a "thoughtful but heartless tree"? Who said it was "like a thread, like a silk, drawing resentment"? It is infatuated with spring, full of golden branches every year, dressed early in jasper, welcoming the return of spring breeze in the melting ice and snow; It is crazy about the seasons, quietly presenting green tapestries everywhere, and a swallow's tail cuts out spring clothes and feathers; It is infatuated with the earth and always conveys the warmth of life in the cold wind. If you ask me, only you can understand the meaning of spring, but it is "soft and affectionate."
However, this softness is majestic. Starting from the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, crossing the mountains of Wuling Mountain, crossing the long journey of the mountains, entering the snowy north country and kissing the vast Gobi Desert. Sprinkle all the way green, dance all the way, sow all the tenderness and dye all the spring scenery. "The north and the south are far apart, and the shadow dances here. Grandmother is endless in green and more affectionate. " No tree can be so soft and turbulent, and no flower can travel south of the Saibei River so warmly and tenaciously. Do you want to see the beauty of spring? Please walk half a smoke and half a rain to break the bridge. Countless Su Causeway in Bai Causeway dancing with the wind is more poetic than the pine and cypress whose leaves are green in one winter. Do you want to see the beauty of spring? Please stop at Qinchuan Millennium Road. "Xianyang in February and March, the palace willows are full of golden branches", "Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest room is green and willow-colored", and how long the history of Qinchuan is, how magnificent the March of Qinchuan weeping willows is. Looking back on that year, ten miles of Wei dike, willow trees are gloomy, and wild warblers are singing on the bank of the stream and the moon. How spectacular it is. Now, the spring breeze in March is pregnant with the Weihe River, and the lingering Liuyun has long forgotten the past crying. Where can there be the feeling that "the world complains about others, but pedestrians give them away"? Willow brings spring, let time shine on the boat of love, and brew dependent romance; Do you want to see the dignified spring scenery? Please wander in the vast desert in the north and south of Tianshan Mountain, count the vicissitudes of the left annual ring, count the lush of its descendants, and count the poems engraved by life through the ages.
Oh! How quiet and silent this hug is. Perhaps it is in the rainy night of "The Wild Path is Dark", perhaps in the dream of "Borrowing a Building for Spring Thoughts", or perhaps it is in the crying of a life coming into this world that "the color is pale and the silk is light but not dusty" that it gives spring a deep kiss, just like a affectionate stream, a pair of slender hands gently stroking the clouds in spring; All the "too weak to be self-sustaining" jade arms are quietly combing the spring hair. Even if you pass by it, you can rarely catch its noise and waves. What a deep love affair this should be. Why do you need flowers as a medium, as long as you are not tired of staring at each other; You don't need Song's company, as long as you appreciate each other's "Please look closely at the romantic meaning"; There is no need to "worry about the wind and rain", as long as this "spring breeze has not stopped" the joy of spring.
Cicada is noisy, but not necessarily hot as fire.
Guangchang glazed glass may not be precious in quality.
Those who are speechless may not be as cold as ice.
Spring scenery is silent poetry written by willow branches, and spring scenery is my fair lady cut by willow leaves.
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The magnolia flowers in the green space are blooming brightly, like pieces of jade, reflected by the spring sunshine as crystal clear as cicada wings. Occasionally, a few petals fall with the wind, which reminds people of Chun Xue in March in the north. It was a drunken afternoon, stumbling through the railing, trying to receive its fragrance, but being entangled by the footsteps of spring grass under my feet. I finally understand that its graceful detachment, the sanctity of its frozen skin and its independent Gog make your heart so pure that you can only look at her from a distance. Any approach with dust seems to desecrate the sweet soul in this spring.
Magnolia blossoms in March, it is the day when thousands of trees are towering and full of green. But it just doesn't want the huge green leaves to block the whiteness and fragrance. Without green leaves, a "Su E" is covered with branches. If we try to solve its spiritual secret in this way, new problems will inevitably appear. It opens under the charming dance of Liu Yin, and the coagulated fat is a faint and imperceptible green "shallow halo". Who wrote "Twilight and Full Moon"? Suddenly, I remembered a poem by the poet Shen Zhou: "Cuitiao sucks the wind for a long time, and it breaks the fragrance of silver flowers and jade snow. Rhyme friends know that people are kind, and the curtain is light and white. " Oh! It is the willow branches that enthusiastically attract the spring breeze, it is the spring breeze that breaks the jade bud, and it is the patches of jade snow that spread the fragrance of the tree to the whole world. And people fall in love with this graceful new makeup and the spring scenery of Sichuan, Mei and Shanhui.
Spring! It's not a monochrome curtain, but a colorful ink painting. The shades of colors are harmonious, fat and thin.
Or talented Jie Jin is the most considerate spring. One day, he drank a couplet with his best friend. Gong Hu's couplet of chanting willow: "Golden willow on the Jinshui River, golden willow crossing goldfish mouth" is a keen perception of color, an understanding of symmetrical beauty, and a thorough understanding of the true meaning of love. The flower god who carved jade and wore frost came out: "Hosta flowers have magnolia stems outside, and Hosta flowers have jade heads." What a picture of weeping willows and magnolias reflected by crystal curtains, and what a beautiful view of mica dependence.
When you look at the green space in front of you, you will have a feeling of dancing. Yes, people who embrace the spring scenery of a city, people who love spring, my heart, my dream, and my love for spring are all in the poetry of "dreams around the jade pool".