Pursuing Tagore's Dream of Spring

Heaven has always been a season when scholars and writers have not described enough. Flowers bloom and trees grow, and all life begins to jump. The joy full of vitality is the light green wind on the treetops, which suddenly sweeps from the past to the future.

Among the happiness in your heart, may I feel the living happiness sung on a spring morning and spread its happy voice for a hundred years.

-Inscription (Tagore)

In early spring, the wizard of oz

On a sunny spring morning, the air is cool and the lake in the suburbs looks like a mirror.

The blurred fog is quietly dispersing, the lake reflects the rising sun, the clear blue lake ripples quietly, sitting by the lake with children, fishing in the blue waves with fishing rods.

There are few pedestrians, green willows, sky blue and white clouds, and the smell of grass and wild flowers is floating in the air. A bamboo fence with green vines and white flowers is surrounded, blue flowers are blooming bit by bit, farmers' yellow velvet chickens are coming in and out of the fence, and old cats are squatting by the lake, staring at the fish in the lake from a distance. Everything is peaceful and happy.

Smoke billowed into the sky. This is a lonely farmhouse surrounded by fields. Only this small courtyard with blue bricks and gray tiles, lying quietly alone, is surrounded by deep and shallow green, such as the pastoral scenery in Tang poetry.

Put down the fishing rod and walk to the lake.

It used to be a red grass lake field, but now it is a large oil-green mulberry forest, mixed with peach trees full of pink flowers, and golden green rape flowers and wheat seedlings in the distance. Leaning against the mulberry tree, standing quietly, staring into the distance, the three-dimensional oil painting painted by nature, like a gorgeous and magnificent scene, spreads out in front of us, and the heart is full of quiet and clear feelings.

"Spring is slow, flowers bloom and fall. Cang Geng Zi Zi, Cai Qiqi ",listening to the wind birds singing all over Yuan Ye, can not help but think of the scene in the ancient Book of Songs. At that time, this endless lake was full of waterfowl and wild ducks, and the boat was moored in the depths of Luhua. The woman who punted appeared among the reeds with a clear voice. Now the beauty is dead and gray, and the songs of the Iraqis are still faintly floating on the lake. ...

Leave the lake and wander to further places.

Crossing the high embankment with soft grass and walking down the grass slope, what I saw was so unreal that I couldn't believe my eyes.

Here, it is a vast green forest, full of intoxicating green, like a piece of green silk covered from the air, but divided into colors in the middle, and a white gravel road extends alone to the distance.

The trees on both sides are towering and neat, and the round green leaves are ringing in the wind. There are no pedestrians in this big forest, flowers are falling quietly, grass is still growing, empty, quiet and far away. This beautiful scenery is so generous in front of you. Maybe the work taken by the photographer, I forgot to bring it back and accidentally left it here.

The shade of spring hangs wild, the flowers and trees are brilliant, the forest is quiet and quiet, only the breeze is blowing gently and birds are whispering. Flowing around the forest is a clear stream, and the sunshine shed by the leaves jumps on the stream. The trees have been silent, listening to the stream and the breeze, leaving a green poem in early spring.

On the tree-lined land, grass and moss are covered. When you step on it gently, you will encounter a moist light green jade, which is cool.

Holding the trunk, looking up at the blue sky, clear Wan Li, green leaves swaying with the wind, cool and fresh breath, trees barren, birds singing in the air. Will this be the warm hometown in my dream and the original habitat of my soul?

Mid-spring, Shen Zui Spring.

The annual temple fair of Huguo Temple began with great excitement in March.

The temples with black tiles and red walls have changed their treasures. At this time, the incense was at its peak and people came and went. People put on new year's clothes, bathed in the spring breeze, bathed in the spring breeze, and for a time, the clothes were fragrant and graceful, awakening the sleeping spring.

The Buddha looked at all sentient beings with a compassionate smile, and the wooden fish in each hall whispered. After burning incense and worshipping in the main hall, we can enjoy walking in the picturesque scenery, because this is the best season of spring, when the willow willows are pink, the apricot blossoms are like snow, and all kinds of precious flower trees in the temple are in full bloom.

Beside the white jade fence, a tall tree stands upright without a leaf, but the treetops are full of big pink and purple flowers, like lotus petals, emitting a faint fragrance; The magnolia behind the meditation room is blooming vigorously, white and fresh, emitting holy brilliance; In "My Road is Winding", through a sheltered depression, three or two peach blossoms protrude obliquely from the branches, petite and bright, with lavender, pink and brilliant red, which are really peach blossoms and poems; Pear blossoms, occasionally quietly dotted behind the flower wall, with low eyebrows and little smiles, are quietly shy. Who are you complaining to? Outside the South Temple, the scarlet waterside pavilion floats in the middle of the pond, leaping over the round stone slabs in the water, resting quietly in the waterside pavilion, leaning against the railing to blow the cool wind, listening to the Sanskrit in the temple and watching the water lilies sprout in the clear water. The heart is like a lotus, and it is naturally clear and pure. The antique righteous wall of the East Garden is like the shrinking Great Wall, with green vines winding, branches hanging down and the breeze blowing, like holding the spring in your arms. ...

Walking in this vibrant spring, I feel happy and happy. If in ancient times, children walked in the garden, holding fans and leaving fragrant handkerchief, it is a story that has been passed down through the ages.

Thinking of this, I ran to the green grass outside the East Garden.

On this open lawn, the grass is green, the drums are bursting, and the silk and bamboo are in the ear. An ancient pavilion in the middle is just a ready-made stage. A beautiful girl, dressed in ancient costume and with a pink face, is dancing with long sleeves in the center of the stage and singing a foreign drama leisurely.

People sit leisurely on the grass to watch a play, children roll or run or fly kites, and couples whisper to each other. On warm days, the wind is sunny and the white clouds are light. The mid-spring sun shines on my body, making it slightly sultry, so colorful parasols are opened, such as flowers blooming on the grass, and the sound of gongs and drums and the song of the clear moon spread far away with the wind.

The play is still singing slowly, the wind is blowing slightly and the flowers are blooming quietly. Looking at the beautiful clothes and ancient costumes on the stage, do you also have the leisure worries of Du Liniang in The Peony Pavilion: "It turns out that flowers are everywhere, and it seems that they have all been given to the broken well. What day is the beautiful scenery? "

Spring breeze is like wine. At this time, it is people who are intoxicated and happy in the bright spring.

In late spring, peaches are ripe and wheat is yellow.

In late spring, I came to the countryside at the invitation of farmers.

In May of late spring, spring is alternating with early summer in a hurry, and she has quietly changed from a shy girl to an enthusiastic girl. In spring, the original color tone dominated by green has been dyed into various colorful colors.

Walking on a country road, rape is hanging seeds and bending over. In the wheat fields on both sides, the green seedlings in early spring turned golden, and the wheat waves rolled with golden light. Full ears of wheat, like a torch, stretch out into the sky, looking at the vast sea of wheat, undulating like waves in the wind, floating with soft and sweet wheat fragrance, and a feeling of bumper harvest seems to overflow my heart.

In the mulberry forest, purple mulberry gems hang among the leaves, and children eat their mouths and faces like rouge. Occasionally, the farmer's wagging tail dog also comes to join in the fun. This is a pet dog. It looks like Einstein. Its funny and lovely appearance caused us to laugh.

In farmers' gardens, there are many more varieties of vegetables than in early spring. Melon poked its head out of the leaves to see us. The kind grandmother smiled and picked the fresh cucumber and washed it for everyone. She took a bite, sweet and crisp. The fragrance of celery lingers in the hot air for a long time. Artemisia selengensis Huang Cancan's florets bear seeds and blossom like wild chrysanthemums. Radish has fulfilled its mission, so it has also caught up with the trend. The root is lonely, but the top is full of white flowers. Lettuce, on the other hand, is still aloof, and the thick leaves hang low. Picking up the green leaves lying flat on the ground, it turns out that the small watermelon is covered with vines, like a toy watermelon, which is really cute. Acorus calamus beside the pond is swaying in shallow water. It has a beautiful blue figure and an indescribable faint wild fragrance. If you draw three or two strokes on rice paper, it is an elegant freehand brushwork. ...

It's time for dinner. It's under a dense shade tree. In the small garden, there are eggplant tomatoes just picked, spring leeks fried with fresh egg skins, hot braised lobsters, fat and tender crucian carp just caught in the fish pond, delicious grass hen soup and crispy rice crust. ...

Drinking mellow rice wine brewed by farmers, laughing loudly and happily in the shade. Gardenia flowers are in bud in the yard, and there is a faint fragrance. Several Phalaenopsis beside the bamboo fence are in full bloom, living quietly like blue butterflies, attracting bees and butterflies to fly around it. ...

After dinner, everything quieted down lazily, the white clouds did not move, and ducks swam around in the shadows of trees in the river. The sunshine in the late spring afternoon is not like spring at all, and gradually blends with early summer.

Holding a bamboo basket in his hand, he came to Taoyuan under the guidance of a peasant woman. Red ripe peaches are covered with branches, which is the fragrance of sweet peaches. Children climb trees, eat while picking them, and keep their hands and mouths open. There are still some apricot trees hidden inside. The golden wheat apricot is ripe, sweet and attractive. Take it off and let it lie in a basket with a heart-shaped pattern.

At the end of Taoyuan, a pond was cleaned. Peaches fell on the water, the wind blew, peaches blushed and kissed the clear water like dragonflies. "Peach blossoms follow the flowing water every day" and "Flowers fall and the flowing water is red". The leisure of peach blossoms and the parting worries of early spring flowers have all disappeared, leaving only a wisp of sweetness in late spring.

Looking into the distance, the village sleeps in the heat of late spring afternoon, the river flows quietly on the shady shore, there is no one on the road, the birds singing among the leaves stop, and the erratic south wind blows, which contains many distant fragrance.

The fragrance of this far field is the sweet and soft charm of late spring, so I brought this familiar rhyme of spring from the countryside, flew it above the clear sky and dyed it into a blue sky.

End, watery spring sorrow

The wind is young and old, and the rain is fat. The first rose wind in early summer is blowing.

I sat in the summer shade, watching the bright sunshine and moving crystal curtains, listening to the footsteps of spring fading away from the distance, and singing songs about it, still remembering the beautiful scenery of March, full of affection.