This place in Panjin, the Shuibuzi in Tang Wei, is just like our vegetable garden, so we can see it clearly. That reed, like our sorghum corn, looks like a piece. Rice fields seem to be the decoration of reed ponds. My friend, when you see the green reed pond, don't jump on it like a lover, there are love and traps; Where there are reeds, there must be ponds under your feet. If there is a layer of light green debris floating on the water, it must be around the lotus pond.
The reed leaves there are very narrow, only one finger wide, and they can't wrap zongzi. All reeds, leaves grow in one direction, that is, the direction of water flow, which is roughly the same. How tall and graceful one reed pole is; Reed flowers are just about to bloom, just like the ears of grass. It is said that Lublum's visit was spectacular: shiny, like a soldier of the honor guard of the Three Armies on the Central Hebei Plain, with a hairy towel on his head, he shuttled through the green gauze tent. When the wind blows, it is like the spring tide in Qiantang River. The white waves are monstrous and imposing. Coupled with the wind, it is more majestic and violent than Ansai waist drum.
On my way back, I passed by Dongguo paddock and Yang Juan paddock. The boundless reed, water and sky are the same. Besides the white road, the water is also white, like a mark on a long beach. The whole world is like a giant lotus leaf. Mercedes-Benz cars are like running on the vast grassland. Just like Mao Dun's The Book of Rites of Poplar in the Loess Plateau of China and the United States, only the green eyes make you intoxicated and tangled. All reed leaves grow in one direction, strong and unyielding, as if thinking about something.
Panjin is the hometown of cranes, which belong to Tang Wei. Man is a thinking reed, where should my roots extend? What about my job? Is it indomitable and straightforward? Where should I look?
Lyric Prose of Reed 2 In spring, there is unfinished snow in the shade of the hillside, and all the weeds can't help but try-the first touch of green in spring is their flag.
Thatched grass is the simplest and most impatient. In the yellow of winter, there is a faint light green goose yellow, that's it. I have always suspected that "the grass looks close, but there is nothing." The grass here is thatched.
The buds of thatch are wrapped in buds. How tender is this bud? Take it out and peel off the light green and bright red coat outside, as white as jade; Taste it, it is sweet, but not as sweet as sucrose, but shy and fresh. Take a bite, spring is full.
This tender grass also has a name called "Guti", which is a poetic name. But in my hometown, I call it "Maofangjian". This name is very familiar and friendly, just like rural parents call their youngest daughter "Nini" and "Er Ya".
It looks like thatch, but there are no buds to eat. It's reed.
Unlike thatch, the most beautiful season of reed is in autumn. In the autumn wind, among the reeds by the river, there is a large reed that can't be said clearly and can't be sung, which makes people homesick for no reason.
The torn reed flower is a bit like playing cotton. It looks soft and noisy, but the reed flowers are tepid. Legend has it that the stepmother took a reed flower to make a cotton-padded coat for her stepson. It looks thick, but it will be very cold in it. It is not surprising that there are such things as thickness and thinness in human nature.
Because no one will unconditionally give warmth to another person. Even parents' kindness to their children is conditional, and that condition is that you must be their child.
That's too far from the point. Keep talking about Lu Hua. Reed flowers are cotton, of course not. They sway in the autumn wind, only responsible for beauty and melancholy.
I once read Liu Dabai's poem: "The bird that returns to its nest, though tired, carries the sunset home. As soon as the wings turned over, the sunset fell on the river, and the white-headed reed also invested in a moment of beauty. " Reed "pretending to be a beauty" is really poetic.
Thatched grass is different In addition to surprising children's taste buds, spring has many important uses, such as thatched roofs. There was no reinforced concrete in ancient times, so beams and purlins were made of branches, and the gap in the middle could be covered with thatch. Du Fu's "Cottage is Blown by Autumn Wind" and "My Family's Triple Thatched Grass" indicate that it is a thatched cottage. The poet is unlucky, but the country is lucky. The poet in the hut wrote a famous sentence through the ages: "There are thousands of buildings in peace, and the poor in the world are happy."
Reed is much taller than thatch, but it can't shelter people from the wind and rain. But reed has another advantage-making reed mats.
In the mat, reed mat is not the top grade. It is not as cool and delicate as bamboo mats, nor as fragrant and soft as pu mats, but like huts, it is a "standard" for the poor in ancient times. Reed mats are not carefully woven, and sometimes they even stab a reed stem and people's skin, but they are simple and easy to get. For those farmers who work in the hot sun all day, they can only lie on the reed mat and sleep soundly at night, and never have to worry about it sweating or wrinkling-it can be seen that roughness is sometimes more considerate than delicacy.
Last autumn, bored, I drove around, only to find that the villagers not only woven reed mats, but also used thatch as "grass". In autumn, the white thatch is cut home, tied into a "rope" thick with red dates, wrapped round and round, covered with bamboo grates, and it becomes a steamer. Steamed meat and buns are quite grassy.
Reed Lyric Prose When I was 3 years old, there was always a large meadow in my grandmother's small garden. Whenever autumn comes, it will turn into a big white flower, swaying gently and dancing. Their branches are tall and straight, their leaves are slender, and their flowers are white and fluffy. Naughty wind danced happily and floated around, blowing a lot of flowers and flying all over the sky like goose feather and snow.
At this time, my cousin and I will clap our hands and laugh: "It's snowing! It's snowing! " Then he reached out to pick up the faint floc, but he couldn't pick it up. Mao Mao's flocking stuck to his hair, which is an interesting thing. We are always alive and kicking in the "snow", and often stop to look at each other's appearance, and we can't help laughing.
"What kind of grass is this?" I asked my cousin with a childish face, and decided that she was older than me and would know.
"Uh ..." My cousin stuttered for a while. Actually, she is only one year older than me, and I don't know what it is. But this sister can't lose face. She cleared her throat, pretended to be knowledgeable, and pretended to say, "that's called snow flowers." Didn't the sheep float like snowflakes when bloom was not found? " "Oh!" I nodded doubtfully, filled with ignorance.
Fighting with snowflakes was one of our three children's favorite games when they were young. First of all, grass selection is the key. We will look for a snowflake with the thickest branches, the most flowers and the most flocks among the lush snowflakes, and carefully pull it down. Sometimes we try our best to break it down, which shows that it is a strong "good grass"
People who pick "good grass" either proudly hold the grass with a smug smile on their faces, which means: Look, I still have a vision! ; Either beaming, with a happy smile on his face; Laugh proudly or show off in an ostentatious manner.
Next, everyone looks at each other and winks at each other, which means "alliance" with each other. "hey!" My cousin winked at me and I nodded. At my cousin's command, we took our own "weapons"-snow flowers and plants, and pounced on my cousin.
Cousin panicked, grabbed Snowdrop and tried to stop our attack, but he was outnumbered and still couldn't get rid of my cousin and me. "Bang, bang, bang, bang" Our snowflakes and flowers fell indiscriminately on my cousin, and the sheep were floating everywhere. Snowflakes fell on my cousin's hair and clothes, making him covered in snowflakes. Instead of being angry, he laughed and ran around laughing in the "snow" all over the sky. Perhaps this is innocence, and this is childhood.
"So big, can it be a broom?" My unrestrained cousin is thinking again. "Just to sweep the floor. My grandmother said a few days ago that there was no broom! " My cousin agreed without thinking: "Good!" As soon as we started, we tried our best to drag a few thick snowflakes, probably the best in this grass. The next step is to find the rope, but where to find it? We have one more question. "Yes!" My cousin had a flash of inspiration, thumped upstairs, dug out a sports shoe, and began to untie his shoelaces without saying anything.
After the shoelace was untied, my cousin excitedly carried the shoelace, wrapped a few snowflakes and tied a strong and beautiful bow. "Look at our masterpiece-you can make brooms at an early age!" I said happily, my face was full of joy, and I really wanted to drag the broom out to show off.
At this time, grandma came back. "Grandma, you look! We made a broom! " Cousin proudly showed off to grandma, raised his broom and shouted. "What are you made of?" Grandma smiled and looked at this wonderful broom curiously. "Snowflakes!" The three of us answered loudly with one voice.
Grandma finally couldn't help laughing into a chrysanthemum: "ouch!" " What snow plants! That's a reed! Ha ha ha ... "What is she laughing at? Laugh at our innocence? Laugh at our childishness? I don't know.
Although our beloved snowflake has changed its name, we still like it, like the purity of its flowers, like the wind blowing through its floating sheep, like dancing in the snow all over the sky, and like the long reed flowers that I spent my childhood with. ...
Reed's lyric prose 4 (1) See Reed again.
On the banks of the Yi River, the sun is about to set and the wind is blowing. The reeds moved with the wind, and then the wetland suddenly appeared and opened an open water surface. I can't help thinking of the reeds in my hometown. The past more than 20 years ago is still so peaceful.
The photo taken by a friend who was studying, the reeds of Yihe River are lovely, and I suddenly had the idea of swimming. I think there is an extremely dreamy outline among the reeds. The reeds blown by the wind and the wetland dominated by the lake in the sunset will definitely draw a beautiful picture. Sure enough, I saw the reeds swaying and blending with the sunset glow, which was spectacular. This is clearly a cold spring, as if I had returned to the reeds that accompanied me when I was a child, adding warmth and childlike interest.
My hometown is in Cangshan Township. There is a small river at the head of the village, and there is a big reed by the river. When I was a child, my friends often went to find childhood fun together after school. When I saw the reeds swaying, I seemed to see my bright future. I am fascinated by green, but I can't hide my youthful childhood in the waves of green. Looking from afar in summer, reeds are rippling in the blue waves, with green branches and white branches, which is a sea of reeds. As a child, I never seem to get out of the reeds. To be impressive, when reed roots are chewed in the mouth, the tongue gives birth to sweet fluid.
In early winter, reeds are swaying in the cold wind and look lovely. Reed can be used as a heater in winter, reed leaves can be used as fuel for cooking and heating, reed flowers can be woven into cotton shoes for winter, reed can also be woven into reed mats and reed caps, and smooth and strong reed stems are also important materials for building houses in my hometown. Up to now, the roof of my hometown is still made of reed poles and safely covered on the roof. In the cold, I held the reed flower in my hand, and a warm current flowed all over my body. In such a short time, I can feel the warmth of spring in the cold winter. It is so magical and warm that it fills my childhood. But in retrospect, it is precisely because of the help of many "friends" like reed that my growth process has become more and more fulfilling. In these years, I left my hometown to study, and then I worked and settled in the city. Although the reed has gradually moved away from my life, it has always been in my heart.
Vincent Fang wrote in Love You that reeds can only be beautiful in winter. I'm lucky to know that if you haven't seen it yet, you can go to the Yi River to look for his footprints. Reed flowers are not as gorgeous as other flowers, but when you look around, those clusters stand on the branches, which are really beautiful. When there is wind, the sheep will fly and your eyes will fly with them.
In winter, the river flows slowly and the cold wind sweeps across the cheeks. In the quiet and cold Yi River, it should be the most beautiful in the wind, because it brings me memories of my heart. Occasionally, birds fly over the dam, and that carefree expression infects me. Suddenly, I feel like a bird, with a pair of flying wings and the feeling of dancing in harmony with the sky and the lake. Isn't it? Pregnant spring, blooming summer, skilled autumn and subtle winter are all in no hurry. Only in this charming winter, it is all-inclusive. This is a process of life, a course of life, a feeling of mood, which needs to be read and experienced with heart. From a distance, cities, tall buildings and trees are all immersed in the wind-blown reeds, which has become the back of reeds. Inadvertently, I approached the reed. Reed flowers bloom happily in the cold and dance happily in the afterglow of early winter, becoming a unique and beautiful scenery in bleak winter. Look at it, it has gone deep into the lake. Looking around, the water is covered with thin smoke, a breeze is blowing, and the wind is shaking the fog. Smoke clouds drift with the wind, sometimes hang down, sometimes separate, and sometimes gather, just like a beautiful fairy dancing with the accompaniment of Yue Xian, fluttering in clothes and dancing ... The night is getting thicker and the moonlight is getting higher, the shadows in the distance, the reflection in the water, the night wind is surrounded by beautiful reeds, the night wind whispers, and there is quiet water sound, playing a lullaby and gently gathering reeds to sleep. The reeds are like jasper, which is intoxicating. ...
Pascal, a French thinker, once said, "Man is a thinking reed". People are fragile, and life is as fragile as a reed. I don't know which gust of wind will blow it off, just like a reed, but people are strong and glow with infinite resilience from their fragility, which even they may not realize and accompany us all the way. I want to use Nobel Prize in Literature Mo Yan's words to visualize reeds, that is, "the heart is like a boulder, but the wind can't move", because his life is perseverance.
There is a passage in Za Agama compiled by Buddhists, which is unforgettable to read: "If three reeds stand in an open space, they stand side by side. If you go to one, the other will not stand; If you go to the second one, none of them can stand; The exhibitions depend on each other and have to be established. Knowing its name and knowing its color is also the same, and it is long and long. " This passage tells the true meaning that reeds growing in harsh environment will not fall down: stand up by development and grow by development. In our life and social environment, we also need to stand with our peers, classmates, colleagues and compatriots. When the power of compassion in our hearts expands, the energy of goodness will become more and more abundant, and finally let us live in purity and happiness. Reed is small, but it has a great character. Its character never changes, it grows with development and dependence. The stars in the sky are reflected on the water and occasionally flutter. I think they are meeting reeds to welcome the sunrise tomorrow. After the gestation of spring, the baptism of summer, the maturity of autumn and the test of winter, I think the beauty of reed is also in winter. At this point, my mood suddenly enlightened. ...
(2) Climbing the Western Hills in the rain
There will be a heavy rain on Sunday, so we should stay at home. My daughter mentioned that she wanted to visit the Western Hills of People's Park. I think the park in the storm will have a unique scenery, and the wind and rain can't stop the pace of progress. Our family will go to the park with their own umbrellas and really feel the difference on weekdays.
Linyi People's Park is located in the eastern section of Zhangshu Mountain Road in Linyi City, adjacent to yi river. Xishan is only the highest point of the park, and the top of the mountain is about 100 square meter. I have been to People's Park several times, whether it's a spring outing, a summer outing, or autumn scenery.
Coming to the north gate of the park, the words "Linyi People's Park" engraved on the landscape wall on the east side were inscribed by Mr. Qian Shoukuan, a famous calligrapher in Linyi. The wall made of bright giant notes sets off the trees in the courtyard, and different musical instruments are carved under the lamppost in front of the door. Entering the gate, the heads of famous Chinese and foreign musicians, such as Bach, Handel, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin, Schumann, Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky, Xian Xinghai and Nie Er, are carved from north to south in chronological order on the central axis of the110m landscape road. There are 9 landscape lights on both sides of the landscape road, and the music of Linyi local folk song "Yimeng Mountain Minor" is carved on the surface of the lights. The combination of landscape lampposts and ground carvings forms an entrance image with a strong sense of depth, like being near Le Hai, as if going to a music feast that spans time and space with famous musicians.
Go to the end of Landscape Road and you will find Golden Bird Square. Jinque Square is circular, consisting of central flower bed, staff paving, saxophone water-jet sculpture, relief column, pro-Shui Mu platform and other landscape sketches. Staff paving * * *, a total of 8 groups, is the representative symbol of staff, composed of stones with different tones; Saxophone water-jet sculpture skillfully uses the nozzle as an outlet, which makes music and water complement each other. On the five relief columns, it can be clearly seen that the surface of each column is carved with five different pictures of ladies playing music, and five ladies dressed in traditional China costumes are playing traditional Chinese musical instruments such as Xiao, Di, Yueqin, Pipa and Guzheng. There is a pro-Shui Mu platform where you can not only enjoy the scenery, but also swim along the steps. At this time, the lotus in the pond is in full bloom, trembling slightly under the beat of rain, as if to tell us that summer is coming.
We walked along the stone road towards the west hill. There are some pebbles on both sides of the hiking route, and the rain has its own choice. Flowing down the stone road, it forms a natural landscape of water-beaten stones, gurgling, lingering and moistening things. The light rain on my face feels like a breeze. In this weather, walking in the park in early summer is really a wonderful thing.
Because of the rainy day, there are few tourists in People's Park. Walking in the park, you can't feel the noise of the past, and the whole park looks quiet and quiet. The people's park on a sunny day is beautiful, but at this time, the people's park is like a veil. All the richness and beauty are in the mist, adding a bit of empty and blurred beauty.
Unconsciously came to the wooden bridge steps, which is the only way to climb the western hills from the north. Climbing the steps, you can see all kinds of flowers and trees along the line, including green Sophora japonica, holy and fragrant magnolia, intoxicating pomegranate flowers and fine red leaves ... Purple, turquoise, purple and goose yellow, which are crystal clear and beautiful under the mapping of raindrops. You see, on those plump little green leaves, water droplets are dancing briskly, and they play wonderful music with flowers, grass, trees and leaves.
Seeing the familiar leaves of Sophora japonica reminds me of my childhood games, so my daughter and I proposed to play games together, which I often played with my friends in spring and summer when I was a child. I picked three clusters of Sophora japonica leaves and one cluster of leaves, covered them with my hands and let my daughter smoke first. What a coincidence, my daughter was obviously unhappy when picking leafless clusters, saying that the game was not fun. Although I told her the truth of the matter, it seems to make her a little moved, but I think maybe time will make her understand how to look at similar situations objectively.
Looking up, the western hills have appeared in front of us, and we have accelerated the pace of progress. Standing at the entrance of the top of Xishan Mountain, there is a woman holding an umbrella that says "Bao Yue Electric Bicycle". Look, this woman is full of thoughts in beauty. Obviously, she is not waiting for us, but adds a breath to the western hills. Presumably, this woman came here with the expectation of rain.
Climbing the western hills attracted her daughter's cheers. Presumably, she found her own scenery, a different realm of life, and a different Xishan in the rain. Standing in the western hills, suddenly, I felt that the rainfall had increased a little and the wind was blowing harder. Obviously, my daughter's strength can't stand the wind and rain, and the umbrella was blown over several times by the wind. Standing here, I remembered the sentence "Confucius climbed the East Mountain but was small, climbed Mount Tai and was smaller than the world", and suddenly felt that "Mengshan is smaller than Yimeng and Xishan is smaller than yi river".
Standing on the east side of Xishan, there are walking stone steps down and a pond at the bottom. From a distance, the Yi River can be seen in a panoramic view, and the island in the center of the North Lake can be clearly seen. At this stormy moment, the Yihe River and the park are integrated, and a landscape with harmonious mountains and rivers is outlined. If a painter chooses this place to create flowers, he will create an excellent urban beauty.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery of the western hills, it is natural to go down the mountain and look at the pond. Going down the mountain along the eastern route, breathing fresh air and feeling rain beads, wind, birds and flowers are very pleasant. Because it is quiet, the sounds of nature that you can't feel at ordinary times come and go in your ears at this time. Because of the shelter of trees, the rainfall doesn't feel great, but the sound of water dripping from trees is clearly audible and knocks on my umbrella.
When I saw a clearing by the roadside, several big trees towering into the sky, and saw a sign, I let my daughter know what was inside. When my five-year-old daughter easily read the words "Wudang Kata, Tai Chi for Health" and asked her to explain the meaning to us, she said that this was the place for boxing. I think the rich life experience in the past will definitely bring vitality to her happy growth. Climbing in the rain may also add a memory to her happy childhood.
After going down the mountain, I met a row of pavilions at the south gate of the park. Walking into the pavilion, my daughter told me that the three characters on the antique lantern hanging above the pavilion are traditional Chinese characters, called "Shunfengtang". Looking at these three words, I was lost in thought. I think, mastering knowledge is also a kind of strength, and life may be like this. Looking forward to a smooth life, a smooth life requires a kind of wisdom. Children have a close relationship with us. It is a kind of happiness to enjoy the beautiful scenery and explore the past and present.
Through the downwind pool, a pond is displayed in front of you, with rows of willows, lush waterfalls and bright lotus flowers. What a quiet world. Suddenly, two birds quietly landed on a stone not far away, so I called my daughter to see it. Presumably, birds also come to feel the baptism of wind and rain. Maybe our conversation disturbed them and the two birds flew away together. The lotus flowers here are very happy, and many blooming lotus flowers set off the beauty of the park in the wind and rain. The lotus in Tang Qian is close enough. Most of these more than twenty lotus flowers are red flowers, only two are white flowers, but the stamens are all yellow, so only careful people can see them clearly. A breeze blew, and I saw the woman I met in Xishan sitting quietly in the gazebo of Shunfengtang. In this case, I think the little girl's footsteps are reluctant to leave. I watched, enjoying the comfort of the park with the slowest rhythm, but my mood was very relaxed.
Walking in the park in the rain, there is a light rain caressing my skin, a breeze blowing my skirt and flowers staying in my hair. My mood is moist, light and intoxicated. At this time, it seems that the noise and troubles of this world have nothing to do with me. Standing on the bridge next to the pond, watching the gurgling water and the fish swimming around, you will have a feeling of gurgling water and lingering.
When I walked out of the park, I found that the rain had wet my whole trouser leg. Come to think of it, my life is like this stormy process. I feel the preciousness and brilliance of life, and I can definitely ignore the humidity of the rain in my pants.