Prose on spring, summer, autumn and winter

I walked into the national book club in spring.

Spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, the plants in Lingnan are greener, all kinds of flowers bloom for the second time, and the earth is full of flowers. When kapok was in full bloom, I walked into Zengcheng Reading Club. Everything was so fresh when I first entered. When I met the reading link posted by the teacher on WeChat, I curiously opened the reading and sometimes recited it extemporaneously.

One day, the group sent a notice inviting everyone to sign up for the spring reading performance. I hesitated, and then Solitaire signed up. In spring, I began to practice reading aloud. This performance is a reading without words, which is very difficult for me. After all, my memory has declined. I tried to read a few poems and found that Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge was catchy and easy to recite, so I did not hesitate to fill in Farewell to Cambridge when reporting my work. The success of attending the book club gave me great confidence, and I began to speak frequently at the book club. It is our Chinese sons and daughters' unshirkable responsibility to love reading and inherit Chinese studies!

The spring is bright and the mood is comfortable. During a browse, I found my favorite hometown folk song "Masingue builds a lampstand", and suddenly remembered that I would go to Lishan Village, Yuanguping Town, Zhangjiajie City to attend the Year of the Pig Festival before the Spring Festival. The harvest is really great, and the folk performances in my hometown make me crazy, as if I were back to my childhood. On the way home from Matouxi, Zhangjiajie, a fellow villager, who was ugly, was actually performing an intangible cultural heritage program-Nuo Opera, a folk performance handed down from generation to generation. When he sang the local folk song "Masingue builds a lampstand", I was stunned by the beautiful singing. When I was a child, I only heard my grandfather sing simple folk songs, but I didn't feel as melodious as the singer. After I came back from my hometown, I searched this song online and began to sing along.

One day, when I was resting, I wandered around the reading group and saw a reading link of "Ma Sangshu's son stood on a lampstand". I was curious and thought songs could be read? I just clicked in. The first thing I read was the reading materials. The article introduced the ins and outs of the song "Brother Ma builds a lampstand", saying that it is a story that has been circulated in Xiangxi for a hundred years. A young woman named Dai Guixiang, as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade, has a sweet singing voice, and is a lark in Sangzhi County. A young man named He Jinzhai is handsome. They are perfect in appearance and destined to be a loving couple. However, in the autumn of 19 19, the revolutionary situation intensified. Less than a month after his marriage, he resolutely left his wife to take part in the revolution. After the failure of Nanchang Uprising, only one third of Sangzhi's 3,000 disciples survived. Ten years later, he and his wife met again and spent three happy months at home. The revolution needs a hero, who will move on and fight on. He told Dai Guixiang that if he missed him, he would sing "Brother Ma builds a lampstand", which is a folk song he just taught her to sing. Coriaria and lampstand are two kinds of trees in my hometown. The lampstand and Masan are closely intertwined, like a loving couple. That night, he remembered the lyric "You can't unlock until you get the key", and his thoughts were full. His wife couldn't bear to let him leave. He comforted her by saying that he had fought more than 300 wars in ten years and was all right. He will definitely come back. 193 1 year, he came back from the battlefield filled with smoke, and his body passed the rain bridge of Sangzhi, and it was already dark. He, He Jinzhai, is He Long's cousin and the first division commander of the Red Army. She, Dai Guixiang, the wife of He Jinzhai, became one of 72 royal widows. After 67 years of observing He Jinzhai, she died in Hongjiaguan Glorious Hospital on 1995. Before leaving, she spread the leaves of Coriaria on the bed.

Reading this material aloud, tears can't stop flowing downwards. I never thought that my favorite folk songs had such touching stories. When I was a child, I heard that the Red Army's Long March passed through the ancestral temple in my hometown, where He Long led troops to work and commanded the war. When we grow up, we will look back at the ancestral temple. Our happy life was bought by revolutionary martyrs with their lives. Every time I listen to my hometown people telling the story of the Long March of the Red Army, I am full of affection and respect for the revolutionary ancestors. Knowing the sad and moving story of the folk song "Brother Ma builds a lampstand" a hundred years ago, I love singing this song even more. I sang this song in an oratorio on my uncle's eightieth birthday. My uncle used to be a soldier and my aunt came from a military family. I think singing this song is particularly meaningful. Later they told me that this song was a good choice. We are all from Xiangxi, and we used to be family members of soldiers.

Entering Zengcheng Reading Club in spring will make me sing folk songs in my hometown, which I didn't expect at first. Inheriting Chinese studies and national culture, I will always be on the road.

Second, my relationship with the library.

In the afternoon, the sky is cloudy. I changed the No.7 bus, went to Xintang Library to get Xintang literature and art, and published an essay. I became attached to Xintang Library because of my love for literature. The first time I went to Xintang Library, I visited Ganquan Cultural Exhibition in the winter of three years ago. That morning, I went to Xintang Square by bus. I didn't appreciate the surrounding scenery. I inquired all the way and found the library. I visited the exhibition hall alone and took pictures of Zhan Ruoshui's life story. After returning home, I wrote an article.

The second time and the third time ... I went to the library to get Xintang literature and art. Every time I went to the library, the seasons were different and the scene of Xintang Square was changing. Spring has come, red lanterns are hanging high on the treetops, and the celebration of the New Year is not far away. As I walked, I looked up at the branches and leaves of the banyan tree to find the small yellow fruit, and before I knew it, I arrived at the library.

The most unforgettable thing is going to the library in the early summer of 20 17. At that time, I signed up for the reading contest in Zengcheng Division of CCTV's "Summer Cup" contest, and I was thinking about practicing reading all day. When I arrived at Xintang Square, I went straight to Xintang Historical Celebrity Relief Gallery, took out my mobile phone and began to shoot videos and practice reading aloud. I started with what I said before, and then I went to the explanation of historical figures. I am full of sounds and feelings, and I have a good time.

I left the relief gallery, photographed the vines on the wall and walked slowly to the hillside of Xintang Park. A burst of music came and I looked up. In the shade of a tree, a lady is dancing with her waist twisted. Her beautiful figure is enviable Perhaps because of dancing all the year round, she didn't develop horizontally. I want to dance to the music. Halfway up the hill, my skirt was soaked with sweat. I stood under the tree and looked back at the foot of the mountain. More and more people climb mountains.

Under the banyan tree, the plants in Lingnan are either green or bright as red flowers. I'm trying to think about the commentary to express the beauty and artistic conception here. The climber who passed by me saw me talking to myself on my mobile phone and smiled in surprise. The azaleas in the mountains have withered, and the petals falling under the trees have dried up. A pavilion is covered with rose bougainvillea, which is as bright as clouds. Tourists sit there enjoying the cool, and women who love beauty are taking selfies. Suddenly, on the hillside, a little boy flew down, so anxious that the adults behind him just told him not to run slowly and fell down. Childish children fly like birds, leaving cheerful laughter all the way.

Shooting along the mountain road, I found that there is also a downhill road on the other side of the mountain. I dare not go down, for fear that I can't find my way. Remembering that I was going to get the book, I stopped shooting, went back the same way and chose the gentle road to go down the mountain. Suddenly, I saw a group of people around the corner of the square. Take a closer look, someone is giving a voluntary haircut to passers-by and nearby residents. I thought it was good material, so I started making videos again. On the way to the library, I realized that it was closed today, so I had to go home. Look through the video just taken on the bus and see how it works. I don't know why, but all the masterpieces along the way are gone. I muttered in annoyance, and I was busy for nothing, so I had to go back and record it in words. The first time I encountered a mobile phone failure, I could only stare blankly.

After attending the "Summer Youth Cup" study rematch in summer, I ran outside all autumn and didn't have time to go to Xintang. Time is like water. In a blink of an eye, winter arrived and bauhinia bloomed again. A week before the Spring Festival, I came to Xintang Square again and still chose the path next to the relief gallery. The children are playing under the tree or on the lawn, the old man is playing Tai Chi in the square, and the ladies are sitting under the tree chatting. Seeing a mother and daughter filming, I asked the mother to take a picture of me. As soon as I saw the good shot, I kept praising her. She said she was a photographer. I said no wonder, people who can't shoot will make others look like dwarfs or tall and powerful.

When I entered the library gate that day, an old woman stood in the right corner. She was about to ask her if the door upstairs was open. Suddenly I saw a sample magazine on the table, and I took four. The old man asked me if I had come to get the book. I said yes, I came by car in the cold wind. She smiled. I said the picture was on the first floor and she nodded. I walked into the exhibition hall where I had visited Ganquan culture. An old man and two ladies are looking at photos. I began to appreciate the work on the left, which is a photographic work on both sides of Yonghe River. The theme is to advocate people to care for the environment. Although I don't know art, I took some beautiful photos while enjoying it, which shows that I am here.

Every time I go to Xintang Library, I get different results. My family asked me what my impression of Xintang was. I blurted out that it was bigger than the county seat of my hometown. I used to stay at home and go shopping in Tianhe, Guangzhou by car. Later, because of my love for literature, I often went to Xintang. I only dare to stroll in the library every time for fear of getting lost. In winter, there is heavy snow in the north, and there is a spectacle of rime. There is no snow in Lingnan, but the flowers have fallen, and bauhinia everywhere has spread to the horizon, and the climate is not as warm as in spring in previous years. My son came back from winter vacation. He told me not to go back to my hometown in winter, saying it was too cold there, and I just wanted to stay in the fire bucket and sleep for a day. I was happy and said I wouldn't go back. I'm already fat, and I won't have a waist when I go back.

What did I miss in autumn?

The sky in late autumn is gloomy, and Lingnan, which is as warm as spring, seems to be about to enter winter. People here will finally say that they will spend the winter without shirts. I walked by the ditch, and the yolk flower lost its former brilliance, a bit like a beauty in the twilight. Fluffy little red flowers bloom in willow-like unknown trees, adding a little festive color to the autumn season.

From time to time, I take my mobile phone to see the dynamics of the WeChat group of the book club and see who signed up for the award ceremony of the weekend book club, so that we can go together. Recently, I traveled back and forth between Lingnan and Jiangnan, watching literary friends participate in Zhan Ruoshui's performances and literary friends' activities. I am envious, but I am also helpless. I just browse the pictures of their participation in the WeChat circle of friends. When Sophora japonica bloomed again, I finally returned to Lingnan from the cold south of the Yangtze River. I said to myself, I can't miss the award ceremony of the book club this time.

On March 20 17, I timidly entered the reading group like a deer, browsed the links about reading sent by teachers in a novel way, and couldn't wait to sign up when I saw the notice to participate in the recitation performance. In order to attend the rehearsal, I checked Baidu map and went to the library to get familiar with the route. My heart was released when the car was driving on the road covered with Sophora japonica. On the day of the recital, I brought two skirts. In order not to show the fat around my waist, I put on a bigger Vietnamese cheongsam before I went on stage. In the eyes of others, my recitation may not be a success, but it is a big leap for me. I have been living on campus with my son, and I have been in contact with my accompanying mother. I haven't been on stage for more than 20 years. Standing on the stage, I dare not look at the audience. I just stared at the seat in the back row. After reading it, I hurried off the stage and forgot about the typhoon.

In order to participate in the semi-finals of the Summer Youth Cup in May, I went to Zhongshan Library of Guangdong Province several times to watch the players take part in the reading competition, hoping to gain experience. Take photos and videos every time you go, and take beautiful photos when you get home. Watch and learn carefully. When I participated in the semi-finals, I was not discouraged to learn that only one player in the adult group reached the final. I feel lucky to be in the semi-finals. After the game, I went back to my hometown in Jiangnan, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the misty rain, and chanting by the lake that "everyone says Jiangnan is good, and tourists only live in Jiangnan." Spring water is brighter than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain. "I think it's beautiful!

I have been paying attention to the group dynamics. Unexpectedly, I won the Excellence Award in the semi-finals. I once again set foot on the road to Zengcheng and once again walked in front of a small shop where I met an oil-paper umbrella. I was so happy that my teacher took a photo of me with a certificate in my hand, and then I sent it to the WeChat circle of friends. Since then, I have more confidence to practice reading aloud.

Autumn has come and winter has come. I have to leave Lingnan for several business trips, but I have been paying attention to the trend of reading and literature. I know I will miss some activities, but I decided not to miss them when I was in Lingnan. When I went to Lvwan Lake that day, I received a phone call from the President, asking me if I would like to take part in a literary collection. Unfortunately, I'm on my way to Lvwan Lake in Heyuan. Because I didn't see the notice from the literature group, my family and I went to Lvwan Lake. When I was shooting beautiful scenery in Lvwan Lake, I saw pictures of collecting wind sent by my friends in the WeChat circle of friends. I interacted with Xiaoxue and said it was a pity to miss the tour. On that day, literary and art friends sent beautiful photos of hanging green square for a while, and then sent beautiful photos of visiting Zengjiang. I watched their dynamics and imagined that they were full of ideas, poems and songs emerged freely. I decided to go to glad you came and write some articles about traveling to Lvwan Lake as a party activity.

Another weekend came, and my classmates from my hometown took a quick trip. I went to the long-awaited Langshan scenic spot with them. Appreciate Danxia landform as if walking in a painting. When you fall in love with mountains and rivers, you still don't forget the dynamics in the group. I bid farewell to my classmates and hurried back to Lingnan. The reason is that I haven't been in front of the computer for a long time. I want to write prose and practice reading aloud.

Yesterday, I signed up for the award ceremony in the reading group, and I was looking forward to going to Zengcheng. In the evening, the dynamics of a literary and art group made me sigh. I will miss the activities organized by my teacher to enjoy maple leaves in Conghua. Maple leaves are all over the hillside, which is the most beautiful autumn scenery. The mature beauty is permeated with the charm of autumn. I wrote a sentence in the group, sorry I can't see the maple leaf. The teacher replied that there will be many opportunities in the future, and I wrote gratefully: Thank you, teacher! The teacher meant well. She wants us to play in the mountains and rivers, inspire and create more.

Fourth, Zengjiang Spring Festival Tour

Time flies, through spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow, avoiding the cold wind in my hometown, and reuniting in Lingnan in winter vacation. When friends in my hometown basked in the snow on WeChat, the bright sun of the Spring Festival made Lingnan people feel that it was March in spring. Everyone went out happily, some continued to visit the flower market, some climbed mountains, and some went to see new movies. We drove on the expressway and went to the scenic Zengjiang Gallery.

The bauhinia flowers along the way are open from winter to spring, dressed as scenery all the way. A string of red lanterns hung on the treetops, and the two five-star red flags on the lampposts flashed in front of the window, looking like green trees and red flowers from a distance, which was particularly festive. The road hanging on the Green Lake is sparkling, there are fewer cars parked on the shore, and the lakes and mountains are more beautiful. In Zengjiang Town, the gray Big Wild Goose Pagoda stands on the top of the mountain, fading away the golden light in the night and restoring its original appearance. The small shops in the alley are full of fruits and cakes, and the business is booming. Through the alley, you can vaguely see those unique buildings among the leaves, such as an oil painting, gradually becoming clear. As we approached, we knew it was a residential area. During the Spring Festival, there were almost no pedestrians. The quiet and elegant environment is enviable. My mother boasted that living here is really comfortable, more beautiful and quiet than Guangzhou.