Text: Xie Yonghang, Luo Xiaoqin, Tu Dai Yongqing.
The grass grows and the warbler flies in the four fields, and the moon is white and the wind is clear and the pear blossoms are clear. The moonlight of the hometown is scattered on the fertile land, and all life is flourishing.
The late spring nights are always cool, and the wind comes from time to time. The shadows on the ground swayed gently with the moonlight, like the breath of the earth, undulating evenly. Every time I think of pear blossoms and want to describe something, I realize that I haven't seen pear blossoms in my hometown in seven years.
It's a pleasing white, and there is no eye-catching color, but this white alone makes people love it from the bottom of their hearts. If the lotus flower is "out of the mud and not stained", then I think the pear blossom is "into the breeze and merge with the body". People always describe her as clear but not cold, not coquettish or flattering. There is too much beauty in her that I can't describe, the dreams are not as ethereal and dreamy as hers, and the images are not as vivid and vivid as hers.
The Northern Song Dynasty thinker Wang Yan wrote that "begonias before rain, pear blossoms snow first, and half of spring rest", I think it is the most appropriate way to describe Jinchuan in March. Jinchuan in March, immersed in the depths of spring. From the upper river to the lower river, the pear blossoms bloom all the way. Even those who have been living in the area for a long time will be amazed by the plain and surprising beauty of their hometown in late spring.
The farmers' houses loom among the pear blossoms of a tree, the pink of the peach blossoms is lightly embellished, and the emerald green and tender yellow of the ground and the white of the pear blossoms reflect each other, harmonious and moving. On the country road, sturdy cows lie in the shadow of flowers, chewing the grass on the side of the road, and occasionally a fire tricycle "clicks" by, and it does not bother. The guests who came from afar were wrapped in a long stretch of pear blossoms and the enthusiasm of the locals, and they felt the simplicity and warmth from the "hometown of Sydney", like Sydney blossoms.
The branches of the pear tree are not slender and soft, they are vigorous and powerful life, and it is on such branches that the pear blossoms become more and more beautiful. The petals made of moonlight, dotted with purple and red stamens, through it, I saw the shadows of light, mottled and jumping. The winged elves danced and rushed, and everything was so endearing. The sun is shining, the warm white of the mountains is spreading, and the Dadu River is also flowing slowly, like an open scroll, writing a long letter.
What to write? Write about the bud, write about the fragrance of the fragrance, write about the moving appearance, write about the thousands of colors have light, and write about all kinds of forms are blooming. Under the clear sky in March, it seems that even the flowing water has slowed down, and the fate of the pear blossoms is replaced by the faint fragrance of the pear blossoms.
The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze. I think of elementary school, when there were a few tall pear trees outside the school walls, and when it was time to bloom, the wind would bring them to every corner of the playground. The girls came to the playground hand in hand, picking up petals, scattering flowers, making garlands, and the boys also joined generously, after all, it is difficult for anyone not to love such a beautiful flower.
In my spare time, my mother loved to take me to the river beach to play, where there were weeds and clumps that could rival me, so I also scurried around. When I got tired of playing, I threw my legs on my mother's back and wore the straw hat she had woven for me from willow branches. I couldn't really move those big stones back, so I fiddled around and admired the beautiful and beautiful little stones in my hands and pockets.
The poet Bai Juyi once used "Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring" to describe Yang Guifei's posture when she cried, and later generations continued to use "pear blossoms with rain" to describe the woman's beauty. So I thought of the history of the East Queen who led tens of thousands of people to move to the Dadu River valley through hardships and built a country and lived in harmony.
The beautiful and wise Queen of the East, the Queen's Guard with both civil and military affairs, thousands of troops crossing the river with cowhides, and the love of pear blossoms under the romantic moonlight ......These all show the tenacity and charm of women, and their temperament and ability make people have to be amazed and impressed. I think. If the four seasons were different, then spring would be the season for women to bloom, because it has both the power of revival and the tenderness of spring.
When I was a child, I often wrote in my essays that Pear Blossom was like a girl in a white gauze skirt, gentle and beautiful, dancing in the rain of flowers. And now I want to say that Ewha is our woman in Jinchuan. The grandmother who was happily basking in the sun, when they were young, they did both housework and farm work, taught their children, and took care of all things in the house, so their lives got better. The younger generations were born in an era when they were no longer afraid of hunger and cold, and mothers worked hard for them to build a future where every child could go to school without worrying about whether the crops would grow well or not worrying about being surrounded by the gloom of natural disasters.
After graduating from high school, I found an interesting thing that I was able to sit down with my elders and talk about a lot of things. From the first meal in the morning, my mother-in-law talked to me about the past, and it was not until it was close to lunchtime that we had to stop talking. Every time my mother-in-law talks to me about the events of the past, I am amazed by the indomitable and tenacity in her bones, and her foresight is a precious thing in that era.
Grandma's leg has been hurting since she can remember, although she can walk for a long time and do heavy work, but the crops in the village were the best for her grandmother. When neighbors pass by, they all come in to greet and ask if they can ask for some experience, and even go home with a basket of green vegetables on their backs under the greeting of their grandmother. My grandmother proudly told me that I could raise rabbits with soybean husks, that our chickens could fly from the roof of our house to the back of the neighbor's house, that my wheat would never get sick, that my corn would not be blown by the wind, and that my pears could weigh two or three pounds.
In that era of heavy labor tasks and hard life, men were naturally very popular, but my grandfather was a barefoot doctor who only practiced medicine and did not work on the farm. But the mother-in-law with her three daughters lived a stable life. The 1992 mudslide washed away the land, and the days that dawned on it receded to freezing point overnight. The two aunts were still young, so my grandmother asked my older mother to choose to give up her studies and spend all her time and energy on "changing the soil", which also led to my mother's failure in the first exam. The mother-in-law did not hesitate at all, and pooled money to let her mother repeat the exam again. She said that her daughter must go to school. Later, the three daughters were all admitted to work, and they no longer faced the loess with their backs to the sky, and were confined to one piece of land.
Grandma, look at this spotless pear blossom, just like your clear gaze. I always think of the butter tea that was scooped in the bowl after the oil layer was opened, and the gnocchi that I yelled for every time I left home. I don't know how many pairs of cloth shoes you have made on my feet, and they have accompanied me on many, many walks. My cloth shoes are the best of all children, and my grandmother's embroidered butterflies and flowers are always very smart. As I grew older, I spent less and less time wearing cloth shoes, and I walked farther and farther away from home. I look at your years, in the body that has become shorter and shorter, in the thigh pain that has often been **, in the timeline when I am getting farther and farther away from you, there are traces to follow.
The long Sydney pear, one by one, bloomed again in the rich land of her hometown, and her vigorous and powerful branches have been working hard to write.
I saw a long letter in the white petals, which was the earth that had been nourished for thousands of years.
I saw it, I did see it, there was a long letter in my grandmother's distant eyes, it was the family affection from the blood, the white Sydney blossoms in my hometown.
Edited by Chen Xuejun.
Second instance Xiao Rong.
Reviewed by Li Chunlin.