The Prose of Lushan Local Records Li Jing

The Spring Festival has passed for a long time. The comfort of spring provides a suitable excuse for laziness. Spring is too comfortable for me. This kind of comfort inadvertently killed my fighting spirit and inspiration, and I was lost and rotted in a gentle spring dream.

"Fold the beauty of early spring into my memory. In the blooming flowers, the sun is shining all the way, and I will start again ..." Teacher Long Wen's greetings from spring are like fresh spring breeze blowing into my heart. Yes! In the spring when everything is full of vitality, how can I have such a time to squander my youth and money?

Jiangcheng, a small county with a history of thousands of years, stands quietly in the embrace of mountains and surrounded by foam water, with its unique elegance and fragrance.

Jiangcheng has elegant rain, gentle wind, lingering Qingyi River and majestic Luo Chun. Whether it is the fields in Jiangcheng, the neat streets, the alleys in the ancient city or the cable bridge on the railing, there is a gentle classical temperament, and the souls of Han Feng and Shu hover here. Time has penetrated the past years of the ancient city, precipitated the dazzling cinnabar of Qing Qiang, and the splendid culture bred in the thick accumulation of thin hair is full of faint ink fragrance.

Jiangcheng, the pace of life is extremely slow, extremely slow, so slow that it almost stagnates or even freezes time. Stop and look back and look for lost youth in the ripples of time. Therefore, the small county has both the scenery of Xanadu and the nature of not losing the smell of fireworks. If you have to use words to describe it, it is comfortable, quiet, comfortable and peaceful.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Spring, for Jiangcheng, begins with a long-simmering spring rain. This spring rain needs neither anticipation nor waiting. Whether you like it or hate it, when spring comes, it always comes as scheduled.

The spring rain in Jiangcheng is like this city, graceful and shy. The rain in Jiangcheng, with the elegance and gentleness in its bones, is very quiet. Rain, no dancing, no rushing noise, no ticking melody ... Every untimely sound will make the ancient city bathed in early spring a mess, which is amazing and elegant. In this way, the first rain in spring added to the loneliness of spring injury and fell quietly. "Shh" ... The silent spring rain is as light as fog and graceful here.

Jiangcheng, the source of Tsing Yi, the shore of foam water. Spring rains gather slowly here, flowing quietly, and spring tides surge in the water. The spring water of the Mohe River overflows, swirling and flowing into the Qingyi River, and then the Qingyi River carries the spring water of Jiangcheng to the sea.

After the spring rain, streams, streams, banks and rivers are painted with spring scenery step by step. Green grass, twisting in the water, swaying oily; Although moss is as small as rice, it is full of vitality in spring; Willow branches with spores hang down their bodies, and their reflections comb beautiful silk tapestries in the water; Tadpoles in the stream have long tails and paddle freely to find "mother"; Several egrets walk gracefully in the water with long legs, foraging for lost fish and shrimp; "Prophet of Plumbing Duck on the Spring River", in the middle of the river, several rare Chinese mergansers swim leisurely in the water, sometimes diving, and sometimes playing. Add a beautiful scenery to Jiangcheng in spring; On the river bank, industrious sand swallows are flying up and down, shuttling between clouds, busy building nests with spring mud. Occasionally take a break, whisper to each other, intimacy, dependence and love in spring.

The spring rain quietly kicked off the spring, and the east wind blew the Mangshan Mountain around Jiangcheng. Snow-capped mountains, yawning, woke up from a deep sleep and rolled over one by one, shaking off last night's wind and frost. In spring, the mountains are covered with clouds and the wind is light. The mountains are far away from the horizon and close to the clouds. The mountains ravaged by floods last year were finally wrapped in small green, and the bare scars were comforted and healed in spring.

The chirping of orioles, larks and cuckoos, and the cheerful songs come and go, breaking the silence of the mountains; The echo of the clear spring "Ding-dong, Ding-dong" gurgled down from the mountain stream, full of spring, and spring composed the next spring movement. Shan Ye is filled with the unique fragrance of earth, grass, wild flowers and trees, which directly hits the internal organs, makes people feel refreshed and gives people more imagination of infinite spring.

The mountains in spring show open-minded and generous feelings. Toona sinensis tip, pig nose arch, bracken moss, deer ear leek, goose web, wide frozen vine ... present a feast in spring. Even if you put a fresh grass root in your mouth and chew it, the juice is cold and sweet, which is the taste of spring.

There is no sea in Jiangcheng, but you can see the "sea" in Jiangcheng in spring. Every spring in Jiangcheng, the sea of rape flowers is spectacular. As a result, Jiangcheng became an ocean of rape flowers. Golden rape blossoms are rampant in fields, hills and hillsides, and they wander unscrupulously. Pale unadorned golden yellow, merged into a stream, a waterfall, a river, and finally became a sea. You can breathe greedily here and breathe the sweet breath of spring; Indulge yourself and jump and run like a rabbit in the golden age; Or lie in the sea of flowers and sleep lightly, close your eyes and let your thoughts wander freely in the sea of flowers; The rape blossoms in spring, this extremely pure golden color is better than the golden autumn in October, and the hula dance is submerged and rendered carelessly. At first glance, Jiangcheng in spring is "the fragrance in the sky penetrates Han Jia, and the city is full of golden flowers"

Spring in Jiangcheng is not only golden, but also best described by flowers and colors. In the spring of Jiangcheng, the spring breeze gently awakened the grass in the ear, and the tender green buds broke through the ground and poked their heads out, which was a green land carelessly. Hongmei and Haitang, which bloom in winter, are still on the branches and have not withered. However, the spring flower season can't wait. Pear blossoms are white all over the trees, especially the snow, and the powder is like black, and the plum blossoms on the fiber are lost, and the flowers of Mo Mo fly early. The flashy world begins in spring. Radish flowers, pea flowers, beancurd flowers, dandelions and unknown small wild flowers are full of buildings, which explain the stubbornness of humble life in full bloom.

Of course, in the spring here, the most beautiful is the delicate cherry blossoms. The trees are full of flowers, layered on top of each other, rendering Jiangcheng. In spring, the flowers in Jiangcheng are in bud or in full bloom, regardless of rank. It's really your singing that I come on stage, full of vitality, fighting for spring, and not giving in much. The bees and butterflies are fluttering, the flowers are blooming, and the spring that can't be caged is surging, overflowing every corner of Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng, a farmer in the field, set off in the footsteps of spring. Although it is not the vernal equinox, it is already very busy. With their hard work, the tender vines in the red heart orchard climbed to the top of the shelf in spring, and all kinds of herbs planted on the ridge faded from the cold winter, sprouted new buds or bloomed beautiful flowers in dormancy. This is the hope that farmers sow in spring and pray for a bumper harvest in autumn.

"Sleeping in the field and sleeping in the quiet night, Ye Ping cauliflower spring." He Mao pastoral, infinite spring, riding the spring breeze of rural revitalization. In the golden field, a sightseeing train roared past, full of tourists shuttled through the colorful sea of flowers. From Baicao Garden to San Tan Yin Yue, from Bonsai Garden to Wei Zi Plank Road, Fish Garden and Strawberry Picking Garden, exquisite homestays and leisurely cable bridges depict colorful pictures of Hemao pastoral spring.

The industrial park is another scene. Hard-working workers set out in the chill of early spring, rolled up their sleeves and threw off their arms, and they were already in full swing. The rumble of machinery, the high-speed rotating spool, the noise of people and the lofty sentiments of sweating like rain, like the interweaving of latitude and longitude of cloth, played the prelude to industrial prosperity in spring.

Migrant workers who are about to leave Jiangcheng have packed their bags in a hurry. Before getting on the bus, I reluctantly said goodbye to each other, turned away without hesitation, and secretly wiped the tears from my eyes with my hands ... I set off, stepped on the spring and the road opened; Return, full of harvest, happiness and glory.

Spring in Jiangcheng, the forest of steles in Fan Min, the sarcophagus in Gu Lou and the sarcophagus in Henry Hui Wang have precipitated many ancient and heavy histories, wrapped a cup of soul, stood silently and watched silently. Listen while watching, listen to the voice of bloom in spring, and pick up the mottled fuzzy memory of spring. The Millennium light beam penetrates the spring day, and the lost spring light slowly flows here and drifts into the distance. I want to solidify, solidify the most beautiful time of this prosperous spring.

But I can't, I'm afraid of emotional catharsis, I'm afraid of inadvertently disturbing and disturbing the spring-like beauty of Jiangcheng. I can only try my best to calm the restless mood in spring, grind the complexity and triviality of the past into dust, throw it away and let the wind blow it away.

I love Jiangcheng, and I love the spring in Jiangcheng even more. In accordance with the continuous Luo Chun mountains, across the slightly blue Tsing Yi River. I am like a small wild flower, blooming in the buildings of Jiangcheng in spring, bathed in the spring breeze of Jiangcheng, nourishing the spring rain of Jiangcheng, blooming alone, and overflowing with fragrance. Open your arms and embrace the spring in Jiangcheng!