With a squeak, he pushed open a wooden lattice window, and in the early spring morning, he seemed to wake up.
The birds have woken up, chirping, squeezing in through the window paper, and the broken window paper is the best way to listen to the birds. The sound of the birds squeezed in was narrow and thin, like an embroidery needle pulling a thread out of a coarse cloth, one short and one long. The short is the call of the sparrow, and the long is the call of the sparrow. In the countryside, sparrows are the most common birds, they like to lie on tall trees around the garden, locust trees, willows, poplars, I have rarely seen sparrows lying on tsubaki trees. But I have seen them stand on the Tsubaki tree when they wake up during the day, there is a tall and thin Tsubaki tree at the entrance of the courtyard where Zhi'an writes, so, Zhi'an has a collection of essays "Essays on the Tree", the Tree, the common name is the Tsubaki tree, the Tree is a stinky Toon, not edible, the delicacy of spring is the Toon, the water tofu is mixed with the Toon, it is a good mountain family Qing Offering.
At this moment, the sound of birds squeezing in from between the window paper has the smell of clear offerings.
With dew in the bird's voice, it is a clear tea before the Ming Dynasty. Drinking tea in the morning of spring, it is advisable to drink tea under the eaves near the window, Zhou Zuoren drinks tea under the tiled paper window, the tiled house paper window is infiltrated with the old time, there is the old atmosphere, there is elegance, the old atmosphere is ancient, the elegance is elegant, drinking tea in such a place, you can drink an elegant taste. Drink tea in the morning of spring, and drink black tea. Black tea is mellow and can give people a warm mellow aroma. The tandoor is good, and the fire is burned with Tsubaki branches. It is said in ancient books that the best firewood for decoction is Tsubaki branches, which are like a primer for medicine, which can fish out the aroma and ingredients in traditional Chinese medicine, which is beneficial to the body. I don't know if it really has such an effect, but when I was a child, my father used to decoction medicine and used Tsubaki branches as firewood, so there is some truth to it. Now I use Tsubaki branches to boil fire and water, and make a pot of old trees. The tea soup is red, or the white porcelain cup, the white porcelain cup holds black tea, which can raise the true meaning of the tea, raise the glass, smell the fragrance, and the tea fragrance is mellow; Entrance, throat, fragrant; Two open, three open, a faint sweetness between the lips and teeth. Contemplation and a taste of tea make the whole person transparent and exude the breath of spring.
Caught off guard, a drop of birdsong dripped down. Tumbling down from the corrugated room, it landed in the courtyard.
The wind was sweeping over the walled courtyard. Bamboo leaves are rustling. The sound of sassy bamboo leaves is another kind of birdsong, leaning on the open window sash, the slender leaves are moving, like the lights and shadows in the old days, inside and outside the play, interpreting the old atmosphere, but there is a fresh life.
Out of the courtyard. Standing on the edge of the cliff in the courtyard. The distant mountains shed their ochre-colored coats and took on a new look, dressed in light green. Light green, but so dazzling. There is an artistic conception of "Asakusa can have no horseshoe". Looking down from the top of the mountain, the willows on the winding mountain road are already swaying, like a poem of a tree and a poem, Wang Wei's poem. Only Wang Wei's poems can be worthy of the weather of early spring.
The river in the lower part woke up and stripped off a layer of white thick velvet. I remember Psyllium said that when the river freezes in winter and the sun falls, it is a thick layer of flannel. How good the thick flannel cloth is, it reminds people of the warm breath of spring.
Nearby, in the vast fields, the villagers have already set off, turning over the fields of the spring tide. The freshly turned dirt is drying the dust of the season in the sun. Someone pulled a rope under the willow tree at the door and began to turn over the bedding, and the wind blew through the cracks in the bedding, catching the mystery of spring. Flocks of chicks, following the hens, suddenly rushed from the backyard, turned the corner, and ran towards the old haystack in the yard.
This grand spring is interpreting the paintings. As soon as I turned around, I smelled the fragrance of tea again. The dawn of spring is a traditional Chinese medicine, with a medicinal aroma.
From: Anqing Evening News, February 29, 2024