An ordinary garden, some nameless weeds and hard soil constitute an ordinary landscape of a hundred herbs garden. There are naturally several trees, one of which is hung with the symbol of "Baicaoyuan", but I doubt that it is either a Gleditsia sinensis tree or a mulberry tree, because it is neither tall nor a purple mulberry. The long summer has passed, and now it is autumn, and cicadas can't sing for a long time; Without vegetable fields, wasps have to lie on cauliflower elsewhere; I was surprised to find that the son of heaven (lark) suddenly jumped from the grass to the sky, but only around the short mud wall, I couldn't see the humming of the oiled bird and the play of the cricket. I think of teacher Wang's reminder that Manglietia has the fruit of lotus and Polygonum multiflorum has the root of edema. My heart is full of childhood fun.
Mr. Lu Xun's description of the Herbal Garden is so mysterious and interesting that I feel confused when facing the steep life today. The early Herb Garden may not be so interesting, but Mr. Wang's wonderful hands are of great significance. When I was a teenager, I just felt interesting and fascinated. So far, there are many metaphors behind feelings. Think again. After all, a hundred years later, the Herb Garden was as good as Mr. Wang said, and it was destroyed by Cang Sang. However, I like the paragraph about the beautiful snake very much, but everything about the Herbal Garden does not add color to the eternal beautiful legend of Herbal Garden. I often wander in the watery night in the farm yard, expecting the beautiful snake to call my name. I hope to hear someone call my name gracefully, although my heart is full of infinite fear.
There is nothing in the herb garden now, only some nameless weeds that never stop; Short, gray grass tips are swaying in the wind, and today I recall my husband's pride with awe.
The article about Herbal Garden is included in Morning and Evening Flower Collection, but there is no "flower talk" throughout. Mr. Wang said: the flowers with dewdrops are much better, but I can't. Mr. Wang's "can't" may be that the flowers are ruined, leaving only weeds.
It's less than half a mile to the east from Lu Xun's former residence. You need to cross a spacious street, and then walk across a stone bridge. The stone bridge is three pools reflecting the moon. That door is still black and oily, which can be described as a lot of things, but it is a little broken. Lang Lang's reading sound came from other places, and when he arrived at San Tan Yin Yue, only the lingering sound was like a lifetime ago. There is also a picture of a sika deer crouching under an old tree, which has already died. I think my husband saluted the plaque and the deer when he was young and called him: worship Confucius. Funny, maybe ironic. Other than that, it's boring. The bookstore is small and dark, and the light from the wooden window can be squinted, but it is not very clear. A big lock locked the table. An old man with glasses is selling souvenirs. He looks a bit like Mr. Xue.
Suddenly, I feel that the Herbal Garden is very good. Because the three pools reflect the tasteless taste of the moon, the benefits of the vanilla garden can be easily obtained. So that's what happened! What I know is not limited to my hatred of old-fashioned teaching. I was impressed by the three pools printing the moon, which was dark and sultry, but the Herb Garden was bright. Bright spring light up my childhood, and I have my own herb garden in my heart, which is destroyed by the sound of reading.