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Deep in the apricot blossom, the surname is Pancun.

The melodious flute of the shepherd boy in Xinghua Village, the mellow village mash and the romance of apricot flowers all seem to have nothing to do with me. And "Apricot Flowers and Spring Rain in the South of the Yangtze River" is the one I know best.

When the apricot blossoms first bloom, the earth is still silent and new green is emerging. As soon as the apricot blossoms open, peaches and pears are called to compete for beauty. As soon as the wicker spits out new catkins to soothe the spring, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River has really come.

As if yesterday, I was still stepping on the lonely voice, and I was still looking for the disappointed footsteps of spring scenery. How do I know that when I look back and turn around, I will meet this mighty ten-mile spring breeze and blooming almond trees?

Walking into Shuangxi Township of Jinyun, a well-known medical village called Pancun, although it is unknown, there are 100 college students and 17 doctors in the population of more than 2,000. This is an ancient village with rich customs in the south of the Yangtze River. A small stream passes through the village, with gurgling streams and lush trees. Halfway through the trip, I suddenly saw a tree in the stream, full of stems and flowers, just like a flying butterfly.

In this quiet ancient mountain village, apricot trees are planted in front of and behind every household, and a town west river runs through the village, dividing the village in two. Apricot flowers are in full bloom on both sides of the stream, and clusters of pale pink apricot flowers are delicate and charming. The whole stream is surrounded by flowers.

Soon after entering the village, along with the tangy wind, you can see several old apricot trees on the roadside. After a hundred years of spring return, apricot trees are still flourishing, "pink clouds on wax red branches", full of flowers and branches, spreading vitality to the blue sky, and each tree has its own scenery.

The branches of the apricot flowers are pretty, the brook flows from below, and the houses on both sides are patchwork. The quaint houses and the delicate apricot flowers set each other off, giving birth to charming beauty.

Not far from the head of the village, there is a "Fu Jie Bridge" with two bridge opening, and another "Lock Star Bridge" at the end of the village, with only one bridge opening, which contains the meaning of locking up Feng Shui, being passive in Nuo Nuo and preventing the loss of good luck.

With a carefree peace, I approached the west side of the town and looked up at the flowers. The blue sky is covered with beautiful outlines. Overlooking the river, the sky and shadows wander. On the shore of clear water, flowers and people are in the same place, as if they were integrated into spring.

Behind the spring breeze, pink apricot flowers are swaying in the branches, the breeze is blowing, the petals are dancing and falling lightly at the feet. In the small courtyard full of afternoon sunshine, "flowers" bloom leisurely in the sound of birds singing.

Apricot flowers bloom in the middle and late March, that is, in February of the lunar calendar. In folk customs, it is customary to call this month "Apricot Moon". Among the hundred flowers, apricot blossoms bloom early, bloom short and fall early. Every flowering period, a tree is in full bloom, indicating that spring is already strong.

The apricot blossom named Pancun, either pink or white, like a Peking Opera actress knocked over the foundation and sprinkled the powder originally used to smear her forehead and the white on her face on this mountain.

Apricot blossoms are as white as chardonnay, with red in white and white in red. The charming faces that want to open and close are covered with the background set aside by the hillside and the sky, setting off the beauty of spring.

Involuntarily, I approached again, listening to the whispers of apricot flowers and breathing their faint fragrance. Accidentally, a small rain star got into my neck playfully, which was cold and comfortable.

There is a layer of apricot flower petals on the stream, and the fine fish in the water swim around, showing the leisure of life. Everything is so harmonious and sacred.

In my impression, peach blossom is enchanting and beautiful, but like a dancer with heavy makeup, it gives people a strange feeling. Apricot flowers are beautiful and refined, pale and thin. When a storm hits, they will die, which makes people cherish and care.

In Jiangnan, apricots are actually rare now, not as common as peaches, pears, cherry blossoms and plums. Fruits are not as delicious and popular as peaches and pears, and flowers are not as beautiful as plums and cherry blossoms. However, in ancient times, there was a saying of apricot altar and apricot forest, but there was no saying of Meitan Taolin.

Apricot is very lucky. It met Confucius and was not forgotten by Zhuangzi. In Zhuangzi, it is recorded that Confucius gave lectures in Xinglin, saying that Confucius "sat in the apricot altar, his disciples read books, and Confucius played the piano". Finally, the apricot altar represents the education circle, "Find a teacher in the flower to the apricot altar". However, peaches and plums only represent students, so-called peaches and plums are all over the world.

It's just that apricot flowers are not always good. Now, they forget that the apricot altar has polluted the apricot trees, and only remember that "an apricot comes out of the wall".

"The white road is not really white, and the scarlet letter is not red. Please red and white, don't look at nature. " The song "Five Poems on Apricot" written by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, tells the whole process of "discoloration" of peach blossoms and apricot flowers in detail, which makes people sincerely admire the magic of nature.

Apricot flowers have the characteristics of "three changes in beauty". When they are in bud, they are bright red, like rouge. As the petals stretch, the color gradually changes from thick to light, and almost turns white when fading.

Take a breath of the air filtered by the spring breeze, and then look at the apricot flowers, swaying in the breeze, white but not miserable, red but not blazing. Small petals have been carefully washed by the spring rain, and they are still opening their hearts to meet this magnificent paradise. No wonder there is a famous saying in Lu Fangweng that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms".

Apricot flowers flying all over the sky give people the expectation of being so attached, not decadent, not extravagant, smart and gentle.

Perhaps, the essence of life is sadness. Perhaps, when we feel that time passes quietly, apricot blossoms will bloom in our hearts, and there will be continuous spring rain, which, like Tang poetry and Song poetry, will drop flat on the edge of dreams and moisten our rhyming mood.