Water prose

Heavy snow closed the road, the flight was cancelled and the flight was temporarily changed.

God and I, set a difficult problem, I and I, confront each other, and the outcome is undecided.

Nine hours later, sitting in the cabin seat, I felt a prophecy fulfilled, and I was happy and happy.

It was dark outside the window, and the whole north was caught in fog and cold. The lights of the city disappeared, only thick clouds, holding time to leave. About half an hour, it was dark outside the window. Looking closely, more than half of the moon hangs on its wings, as if bright, up and down, looming, hidden and hazy, flickering. Are you playing hide-and-seek with your wings? Or, is it to accompany me and avoid loneliness in the journey? For a while, I focused on the moon, watching it come and go, sighing for a while, rejoicing for a while, having a smooth journey and being exhausted.

There was no moon in Wenzhou that night. From Longwan International Airport to the Olympic Hotel, the lights, shops, shops and lights are as bright as day, and the world of mortals is lovely.

Ji Min under the lamp is charming and elegant, dancing and dancing lightly, just like a bright moon, a fairy descending from the earth.

The next day, on the way to Yueqing, Wenzhou people suddenly looked up and saw the moon again, hanging in the dusk of Ou Di, tirelessly extinguished, followed suit and stopped with the car.

When I talked about the moon with Xi on the plane, it looked like a cold white light. Through the clouds, I saw the northern land, sheep and horses in the vast snowy area. The moon outside the window just hangs on her curly hair like a red silk hairpin.

Who suggested that we sing? Childhood, country roads, dusk outside Moscow, red berries in full bloom, hawthorn trees ... Memories from distant youth seeped into the corner of the carriage bit by bit, and the looming face, sparkling eyes and trance-like sadness flooded this group of old people endlessly. Later, I began to sing the moon. The moon rose to the sky on the 15th. Why are there no clouds nearby? ...

We all saw the moon outside the window, the full moon, and its light shone in weakly and persistently.

Today is the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar.

Second, rice wine

The best wine to drink is rice wine brewed by "a pinch of hair" bar. The entrance is slightly warm and sweet, just right, making people feel soft inside and moist outside.

Think of the bamboo leaf green wine in Shanxi, which is sticky and smooth, mellow and sweet in the throat.

It is said that this wine looks light, but it is actually mellow, but it is full of stamina after being drunk, and the result is unbearable. The song says that you can only learn when you are drunk. Poetry is also a cloud, and wine is not intoxicating. In the speech, it seems that someone is drunk. It was a boating trip on the West Lake, and a group of literati drowned their sorrows by drinking and made good poems. Zhao Yuxiong talked about this matter and was full of sighs. Poetry and wine use time. Sometimes, take advantage of the opportunity, take advantage of the time when you no longer come.

In the bar, Ma Xu's brother's paintings can be seen everywhere. The drunkenness of A Pinch of Hair is ethereal, bold, high and carefree, and every splash and connection is extremely arrogant.

At the same time, we posted a photo on WeChat, and then secretly laughed. That's the bathroom in the bar. On the earthen wall, it says: I'm a toilet! Its awkward posture is second to none in the world.

Distant Ou Di, scenery, human feelings, quietly approached from 1000 years ago, quietly sitting beside me.

Black Tao Ge has a quiet temperament, and his smile, perseverance and humility permeate every subtle expression and behavior, which has the texture of rice wine in front of him.

Mr. Zheng Chouyu touched a glass with us and said that we were all passers-by. Eyes, light water.

On the stage, Brother Pang Peixiong plays the guitar. He has just finished drinking the bar in his glass, and his voice is full of drunkenness. The grapes in Turpan are ripe and become fine wine. When we were young, we got drunk, wrote poems and praised life and love.

At that time, the lights, ink and wash, wooden tables, pottery pots and drinks in the bar, together with the snails that Brother Chen had just peeled, were all gone. All people, whether depressed or enthusiastic, whether uneasy or calm, are integrated into Pang Peixiong's brother's voice.

It's the biggest and most moving singing I've ever seen. Bright voice and beautiful face. The grapes in Turpan are ripe, and Alar Khan's heart is drunk. Then he drank the wine in front of him.

Third, the Tanghe wind

At Xiaonanmen Wharf, citizens are doing morning exercises. We are like birds, making noise and disturbing the morning in Ou Di.

Standing on the dock, the cool wind is blowing on my face, and people are a little cold. The cruise ship fluttered slightly on the water, as if it had stayed in place for a long time and was very anxious.

A group of people boarded the ship, and in the cabin, a ray of sunshine came in from the window, which was cold and warm as spring.

The long table is full, but ordinary fruits and dried fruits are red, green, yellow, purple and purple, full of pleasure. The elegant and handsome brother Botian took photos of them with his mobile phone, and his posture was cautious, pathetic, scared and scared, like a girl.

Later, I walked out of the cabin and watched the whirlpool left by the ship on the gray-blue river.

The wind invades the bone and the teeth are cold. A few years ago, in the early spring, boats were rustling in Taihu Lake. At that time, I understood that the wind in the south is different from that in the north. The wind in the north is very strong and imposing. It is always wrapped in sand, like a sword, difficult step by step, like a hot-tempered man. The wind in the south is elegant, like a woman's eyes in Leng Yan, and the chill in the cone is eroding people's bones.

There are anglers on the shore with three or four fishing rods, but people are quietly watching the river.

Nantang River used to be a strait, but later it gradually evolved into a shallow sea, lagoon and waterway into the sea. According to records, in the Southern Song Dynasty, Shen Shu, the satrap of Wenzhou, devoted financial resources to mobilize the people, sorted out and dredged the Qiputang River from Wenzhou to Rui 'an, which was 70 miles long, repaired the stone embankment on the east bank of the river, paved slate, and turned it into a post road in Nantang, and planted lotus roots all over the river. Therefore, Nantang has the reputation of "old post road, a hundred miles of lotus flowers".

I searched the water surface carefully, but I didn't see the trace of lotus. Instead, it was a banyan tree, its branches hung on the Ye Zhan, which was quite lush, half in the water and half in the water. Plants always teach people peace of mind, and their existence indicates longevity and luck of life. Later, I saw the red flowers on the water one by one. I don't know what a flower is. They have big leaves like canna, but they are just those flowers. They are bright and comfortable, smiling and stretching orderly in the cold sun.

After crossing several bridges, the bridge was covered with quilts, colorful, pure, clean and dirty. This kind of self-interest is meaningless. It seems to be the meaning of digging out the most secret things, which has become a beautiful folk scenery in Tanghe.

On both sides of the bridge, of course, there are people. The patchwork houses, old and new, are like old paintings baked by smoke and fire. In the filth, there is a pleasant feeling of peace and harmony.

At that time, Brother Zhao Yu was ambitious. He wanted to open a bar on the shore of Nantang. Not only that, he has to face the scenery, people on the street, drink, recite poems and write every day.

In the wooden house, Brother Pang Peixiong dressed up as a Lama, which has the beauty of vicissitudes. On WeChat the day before yesterday, I had a picture of him in his twenties, delicate, graceful and well-proportioned. Time is not a knife, but a pulverizer, which grinds a person's appearance into other phases, and then makes his heart gentle in suffering.

Looking out through the hut, the window became a ready-made picture frame, and Brother Ma Xu embedded everyone in it. We are painting, on the Nantang River, in the fading wind, like a broken silver river in the light and shadow.

Fourth, egrets

Outside the city, the water became wider and wider, approaching a white elephant. However, seeing the shadows of mountains entering the water and the surrounding buildings, the water in the pond is more fairy.

The mountain is the place where Mount Tai is blown. According to legend, it is the land of blowing sheng, Prince of Jin Dynasty.

Another legend says that the beauty of a country can't be seen by the naked eye. Just make up a kind heart and give the world more hope. So legends are mostly related to immortals. Wang's ultimate immortality must be a natural skill, that is, the voice of the phoenix. Why Phoenix? It disappeared like a dragon. If the ancients wanted to have a bird, they would have a phoenix. Phoenix was originally two birds, the male is Phoenix, and the female is Phoenix. It is said that it has a swan's head, a unicorn's hip, a snake's neck, a fish's tail, a dragon's pattern, a turtle's body, a swallow's chin, a chicken's mouth, a Yuanyang-like body, giant panda's wings and crane-like legs. All birds are integrated. Wang Zijin can learn its singing. How many times does he have to walk in heaven before he can meet, hear, learn and imitate? He often swims between Yishui and Luoshui, and his skills are becoming more and more skilled. After that, he was led by Gong and lived in Songshan. When his family sent Liang Heng to look for him, he said, Please tell your family that we will meet on July 7th. On the day of the meeting, the clouds were deep and foggy on the mountain, but I saw a white crane swaying and sitting, fluttering in clothes and sage like type. Isn't it the fairy prince Jin?

Blowing Mount Tai is the place where Wang Zijin rested that day. Here, with the sound of phoenix, he attracts birds, animals and immortals to gather, so the mountain name blows Taiwan.

Ming Yongle's "Yueqing County Records" includes: the son named Jin came to visit the western hills of the city, played the flute at the top of the mountain, and made a flute in the mountain spring. It is said that the name of Yueqing County also comes from here.

The ship sailed slowly, the noise was loud, and the wind stopped the waves. In the shadow of the mountain outside the window, there are big white birds hovering. After a while, they glided on the water. After a while, they got on a ship that collected and transported oranges in the distance. On the boat, someone is squeezing a basket of oranges into a golden brown bamboo basket.

I asked Yahong, but is it an egret?

The poem "Egret" recommended by Mr. Ke Ping is from Derek.

Out of the hatch, there is only one person on the deck, Lucy, sunshine and waves. She is like an egret sitting in a chair.

"This bird emits ghostly white light.

It's noon or night at the moment, on the grass

Egrets fly quietly to high places together,

Or sail to the sea with green grass, like boating,

They are angelic souls, just like Joseph's. "

Five, Valeriana amurensis

Wenzhou Southern Opera Pipa is the most famous. The museum is a sculpture, and the scene is lifelike, just like the real thing. There is a play called Wang Kui, which is also one of the earliest southern operas. It is based on the folklore of the Han Dynasty. There is also "Playing God to Sue the Temple" in Shanxi Opera, which is also about Wang Kui's ungrateful deeds. Every time I see Gui wearing linen, my heart aches, which always makes people sad. It is said that there is another version of this play. Wang Kui hired a Taoist priest to do it before he died. When the Taoist priest saw that Wang had contacts with Jiao Fa-si, he understood that God's will could not be violated. Since it is an act of god, Wang Kui will eventually die. The death of God has added a little warmth and clarity to people and the world.

Turning my head, I saw two boards displayed in the glass cabinet, which looked like bricks and stones, but also like boards with lines on them. The label on the side turned out to be a mold for making blue clips. I also saw a big blue printed cloth hanging on the top, blue and white, blue is indigo, white is bluish white, thick, solid and heavy, with thick lines and distinct latitude and longitude. My heart is happy when I meet an old friend in another country.

In my early years, when I was a teenager, I went shopping for the first time. I stopped in front of a roll of blue calico and begged my mother to buy it, but I couldn't bear to use it when I went home. I have treasured it for decades. A friend went to the dyehouse and took photos. There is a big dye vat in the fluttering blue calico, and she shows a white face like calico. I have a strange love in my heart, as if she were myself.

Things are always rigid and heartless, love them, but don't know it. At night, in the Lantern Culture Museum, I met objects of decades, and the familiar hazy feeling made people mistakenly think that I had returned to the past. At that time, outside the window, in the middle of winter in the north, the whistling wind tried to blow out the flame. Warmth is more like a feeling. Compared with memory, flame can't drive away the cold.

The air conditioner is covered with a blue clip, and my heart moves.

When I met my eyes, I smiled. The love of flowers, cloth and nature seems natural, and everyone will finally satisfy their initial intentions.

The dye of blue valerian comes from Radix Isatidis, which I am familiar with. On ordinary days, Radix Isatidis is a medicinal material. It is its duty to use it in every medicine cabinet to prevent and treat people's headaches and brain fever. Unexpectedly, it also has the function of bleaching and dyeing. Blue grass meets water cloth and then oxidizes into indigo, which does not fade. It is said that the process of making indigo is very complicated, including three processes: indigo pulping, pattern carving and blue clip printing and dyeing, and each process is an independent process, so one person can't make a blue clip. This irregular, experienced and tacit printing and dyeing makes the blue clip slightly different. Even the same craftsman can't make the same blue clip. So, each blue clip has a different taste, temperature and even mood? So, there is fate between people and blue, right?

I long for a blue folder to be used as a quilt, tablecloth, curtain or jacket. From the refreshing, soothing and gentle blue medicine, will it smell all over my body? Dispel the pain of a lifetime? This is crazy.

Since ancient times, Wenzhou has a warm climate, lush vegetation, no severe cold in winter and no intense heat in summer. In other words, the contribution of Lan Jia Valle can ensure the well-being of Ou Di people, which is enviable.

Unfortunately, the once prosperous cloth industry gradually disappeared in the new century, facing the crisis of loss. Ji Min spoke very easily, with deep sadness between his eyes.

Boundless night, permeating the lake outside, seems to have dark clouds, but you are not.

Go out, a stone Buddha, in the light, slightly bowed his head and smiled.

Six, citrus

Opposite the Tanghe River, the low, dense and dark green orange forest, like the apple forest in Gaocheng Mountain, has the impulse to find a brand. The number on the sign is crooked. It's the price of apples. Behind it, the winding path comes out of the red apple. But Ogan came to me through the Tanghe River, ships and orange pickers with bare hands.

Citrus is slightly larger and thicker. At first taste, it is sweet in light, bitter in thin, fragrant in teeth and cheeks, dense and delicious, and citrus meat enters the throat, and the fragrance falls straight into the stomach.

Ordinary oranges are sweet and sour. After eating them, my tongue is sore and my throat is greasy. Citrus, on the other hand, is bitter and fragrant, winding all the way, which is to run through the whole trip.

Ou Di has been cultivated for thousands of years since ancient times, and its leaves are regular: Wuqiao Lane is opposite, and Xishan is the first. Where there are forests, there are oranges; Where there is no water, there is no lotus. When citrus is harvested in early winter, it should be stored in a well-ventilated and sealed house, with straw on the ground and fruit piled on it, and the height should not exceed 80 cm. Dried lotus root has been a tribute to the imperial court for generations, and the reputation of "dried lotus root is like a dragon boat festival antelope" is circulated among the people. It is said that Dragon Boat Festival is the most important festival in Europe. It is also called Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Winter Solstice. If you want to come, save the best for the holidays and enjoy it with the gods of heaven and earth.

When you leave Zeya Ancient Road and arrive at the Citrus Garden, you will see oranges full of dark fruits. A group of people went to the garden to pick oranges. Citrus is not easy to pick. You'd better use scissors. First, the fruit stems are thick and hard, which is not convenient for picking. Second, scissors are not easy to hurt roots and buds, so that they can blossom and bear fruit next year. I think it is full of love and hard work from birth to maturity, so it has the same adsorption as welding. The meaning of not being apart is really unbearable.

It is said that dried tangerine peel has white flowers, which are small and broken. In the future, bloom will be ripe for newcomers. A good arrangement may be the right place at the right time.

Brother Chen Yuan's oranges have been picked in his pocket, and there are more than a dozen in the bag. I only picked six, and I think that's enough.

There shouldn't be too many good things. Everyone has bad things. The more they have, the less they cherish it.

I have drunk wine made of oranges and eaten cakes made of oranges. The fragrance is sweet, as if the morning is bright and the night is cool. Suddenly, I looked at mountains, rivers, stars and the sea.

It was not until long after she left Ou Di that Ji Min posted a photo on WeChat. On the blue tablecloth, a golden orange cross matches her tea lamp.

They always call it good luck, which means infinite beauty and hope. I think that day, the sun was shining, and the fruit on the slope of the orange forest was like a burning flame, small, bright and warm, not an auspicious mood.