Sending a Flower of April
The season has come to pass the Qingming Festival waiting for the rainy season, but the beautiful ancient city at the foot of Tianshan Mountain has not seen a single star of green, not to mention the flowers. I really can't believe it's still spring, but it really is. The snow line on the top of Tianshan Mountain is the proof, the warm wind blowing past my ears is the conclusive evidence, and people's light and light-colored clothes are the most powerful persuasion.
Mom's Oil Noodle Tea
This topic has actually been brewing for a long time, but I have always been afraid to write, I am afraid that my writing skills are not enough, I am afraid that I am not complete enough, will be the mother's share of unspoken hard work and love for their children nameless are not written well. Although just a bowl of ordinary oil noodle tea, but only I know in my growing up process, that extremely simple bowl of oil noodle morning tea behind how much dedication and love, how many years later I finally read the Tang Dynasty bitter poet Meng Jiao pen that blood-curdling verses, who words inch grass heart, the true meaning of the three spring sunshine.
Freezing up the Northeast
Some people say that I seem to have been born in the wrong place, and that a person who likes to read Song lyrics in a cheongsam doesn't seem to be from the Northeast. I also admit that my heart is indeed intoxicated by the taste of Jiangnan. Spring time, holding the "smoke tree heavy fragrance letter apart, curtain outside the flowers can not fly" lines sniffing the faint sadness and softness; summer time, in the "a river of smoke and water shining clear arrows, the two banks of the home to the painted eaves" in the beauty of the search for that is not toxic hot warm sunshine; autumn When you close your eyes, your mind will come up with "the hidden water of the green hills is a long way, the grass has not withered in the south of the autumn" subtlety and warmth. However, a winter, especially to the time of the freezing cold, these are not worth mentioning, I took off the outer clothing of Jiangnan, the most "northeast" side of the bones revealed. Winter, only in the Northeast, to experience the complete and thorough.
A Thousand Years of Separation
Chinese classical poetry is mostly about separation, the longer the separation the more poignant the rhetoric, the more distant the tone the more poignant and sad, the deeper the feelings between two people, the more intriguing the verses are to read. Chinese poets have a common characteristic, the sadder the state of mind, the faster inspiration comes, so beautiful poems are often written late at night when sitting alone under a lamp, and in the face of red peach and green willow, birdsong and flowers, the feeling from the heart poetry light and lively but rarely. Wang Guozhen once said that a beautiful heart comes from a melancholy heart, and that the first to meet a desperate situation is the last to sing.