A day of wind and dew, apricot blossoms are like snow
Liu Jinglin
The late spring cold in February is particularly scary, with light clouds like light ink, one after another. Far away from the mountains and near the water, there is no shadow of sunlight. The land has been deeply plowed, and the brown soil is full of vitality. The sharp wind strikes people like a ruthless whip. On such a cold day, in the northwest, it is really a luxury to want to find a beautiful place among flowers and experience a beautiful spring with swallows whispering.
It’s the second month of the lunar calendar, is the solar term still early? Farmers are busy integrating fields and land, arranged in an orderly manner in geometric shapes . The sunny sky and yellow soil are colors that are soothing to the heart and eyes. Seeing that the mission of the land is still there, people feel peaceful and peaceful. The thousand-acre apricot garden located in Jinmanyuan Technology Co., Ltd., Jiantan Town, Ganzhou District, is the place I have longed for for the first time. On February 22nd, a group of us took a bus and set off towards this mysterious place. The gloomy sky is like a magician, covering the earth with a cold-colored curtain. The land was wrinkled by the cold wind, just like my wrinkled heart. There were many languages spreading among the black and white landscape.
The fields are unobstructed, the towns are uniform, the sky is light blue, and the earth is filled with cool breeze. The scenery outside the car window is constantly changing. After leaving the south gate of Ganzhou City, the bus was driving on the G227 line, and my heart was filled with joy. What kind of feelings would arise in my heart for that ordinary apricot blossom? Let reciting poems and writing poems be left to the literati! When you mention apricot flowers, white flowers will appear in front of your eyes, falling into mud, which is sad and regrettable. Apricot blossoms are not as noble as plum blossoms, and their artistic conception is not as profound as plum blossoms. However, apricot blossoms are like backpackers in the world. Whether you are poor or rich, they appear in different identities to satisfy your taste buds and soothe your spirit.
The past events emerged one after another. I was still the lively girl. Taking advantage of the bright sunshine at noon in May and June, a group of friends carried empty schoolbags and headed for the forest farm a few miles away from home. The thick green apricot trees grew on the sand beams. , surrounded by crops, including highland barley, flax, wheat, etc. The apricot tree stands on the sand beam and dominates the scene, with piles of red apricot trees among the leaves. Seeing apricots, we were as excited as chicken blood. Two or three children climbed up on a tree, riding their legs between the branches, squinting at the apricots among the green leaves, plucked them down with both hands, and removed the round and plump ones. Xingzi put it in her schoolbag, and it was full in a short time. The friends returned home with a full load, and the apricots they picked were made into sour noodles with celery and grits by their mother. They were sweet and sour, and the taste is still unforgettable. That kind of simple delicacy brought people so much hope for life in those years of material scarcity!
"Look! Apricot blossoms!" I don't know who shouted, and finally saw the apricot blossoms through the car window. The short apricot trees were arranged in rows. If you don't look carefully, you can't see them blooming. , the flower has turned into a fluttering white, bordering the white on the outer edge of the blue sky, so it cannot be seen blooming. Seen from a distance, the tree body is only as thick as a thumb and only as tall as a person, yet they are all blooming in unison. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a small apricot tree in bloom, and it was in the freezing cold wind of February. When that piece of white falls into the soil, it will surely grow green calyces, and rice grains will be as big as green fruits. It is a magical power. No matter whether the land is barren or not, it can bear fruit in May and June.
In a reverie, the car finally arrived at Xinghua Base. In an open field, private cars sit next to each other. Their white bodies are particularly conspicuous in the vast wilderness. There are also more than a dozen orange-red buses parked neatly and orderly. Before entering Xinghua Village, you can already feel its grandness and excitement.
A group of people walked through the traffic and walked into Xinghua Village. The number of people gradually increased, and the cheerful music gradually spread to the eardrums. The apricot blossoms on both sides of the road seemed to be welcoming us with their pink little hands, dancing in the wind and turning into mud and dust.Looking at the pink apricot flowers in the garden, immersing myself in the scene, I feel like I hate each other and shed tears. Is it because I have been wandering in the world for too long? No one understands, no one knows; we cherish each other, it seems that the sorrow of that life, in the warm embrace of Xinghua, I actually learned to cry like a childish child.
The ribbons are spread high, and the children on the stage are like happy butterflies. They sing and dance, and their smiles and shapes are like branches of apricot flowers blooming in spring. Young girls, young boys, they (they) are full of vitality, "Meet in the ancient city Ganzhou and enjoy the spring scenery of apricot blossoms." This spring scenery must be inseparable from these literally apricot blossom-like boys and girls. of. And what about those good times we had? Regarding youth and love, "One day the wind dews, and the apricot blossoms are like snow." When we look back, we have entered middle age. Looking at the apricot blossoms in the garden and the innocent smiles of the children, let the tiredness in your heart be taken away gently by the snow-like petals!
I don’t know calligraphy, but I can see a kind of sentiment in the teachers who write with the fragrance of apricot blossoms and ink. They are not stained by the secular world, do not fight for it, and are upright and upright. They are immersed in their world and put all their feelings into it. The kind of selflessness and attention that is integrated into the writing is awe-inspiring. Lingering in the jungle, climbing the wooden tower and looking into the distance, the apricot blossom forest in the distance is even more comfortable and elegant. "Your cheeks are as thin as the spring breeze, and your soft words as gentle as jade have soaked my heart. Here, In the vast spring scenery of the north, you are like a jar of daughter's red, which wets my long-dried dream!"
(About the author: Liu Jinglin, whose online name is Liu Xuer, is from Zhangye, Gansu Province. He is a member of the Western Prose Society of China and a member of the Ganzhou District Writers Association. He is a free traveler who works in the fields and walks through words in his spare time. Some of his prose can be found in " "Selected Western Prose", "Original Western Prose", "Southern Literature", the work "Uncle Gorschon" is soliciting essays in the South "I love my motherland" Won the Excellence Award in the essay competition; the poem "Rouge Red" won the third prize in the "I Dedicate a Poetry for the Motherland" large-scale essay competition in South China. Some poems were selected in the book "Collection of Poems in the New Era", and some prose were selected in "Hong Lie - Xi San" Original Outstanding Works of the Year", the works can be found in local daily newspapers and major micro-magazine platforms)
