I didn't have many intuitive impressions of begonia flowers before, because I really didn't like flowers and I couldn't dress up. For the first time, I felt the sadness and beauty of Begonia. Later, I felt its softness in Li Qingzhao's poems and its brilliance in various flowerpots. This time I walked into Haitang Park, but I felt a different Haitang.
Haitang Park in Anlong Town, Dujiangyan —— It is a village rather than a park. There are no pavilions, no lakes and mountains, only a few farmhouses and roadside vendors, and many places are still under construction. The less buildings, the more scenery, which is exactly what I want.
The gate is a big X-shape made of several half-overlapped wood, which has a three-dimensional sense, and it says "Haitang Park" next to it. Entering the gate, passing through the bustling crowd, several red begonia came into view, and tourists took photos. Moving on, a fiery red begonia came at me, dazzling. The begonia here is not a whole piece, but it can be seen everywhere here and there. The style and layout of each piece of begonia are different: some are hidden in the green trees, some are waving to the rape flowers next to them, some are standing on the roadside, and some are coming at you from the front without any preview. Height, height and thinness are different, and their shapes are different. Some are tall and thick, untreated, and some are carefully shaped, cute and chic. My favorite and I walked along the path without talking to her or me, listening to the trickle of singing by the roadside and quietly enjoying the red begonia blooming on both sides. The scenery here is unique!
Walking through a series of paths, you can see pieces of begonia. When you think you don't have it, when you feel bored, when you turn a corner, there will be different begonia, which is more beautiful and refreshing than the original. This is the beauty of begonia here. The feeling of "a bright future" is really good! Isn't life always like this?
I walked into the most lush begonia and looked around: the flowering begonia was high and low, far and near, and I was surrounded by a fiery red fire. It is not purple or pink, but a big red fire, just like a burning flame and a touch of Xia Hong on the horizon. It is so beautiful, so unrestrained, yet feminine, full of strength and self-confidence, and I am full of emotion and blood. This completely subverts my cognition: where is the sadness? Only magnificent; Where is the sadness? Have a plenty of heroism! Play a song "Daughter's Love" with my classmates, which is warm and gentle, and full of affection in shyness.
Shuttling through the flowers of begonia, I came across the branches of begonia. I saw this and that, and I thought it was very nice. The Ye Er of Haitang only showed a little, but most of the flowers were already in bloom, which was the time when the flowers were rich and the leaves were thin. It's time for our gardener to catch up with cosmetic surgeons in Korea. Gently ask: Begonia flower, does it hurt when you are crushed and tied? Haitang smiles in the wind and rain, and does not hesitate to dye the national color with rouge!
I like begonia, and I like begonia that blooms naturally without cutting!
Classic Lyric Prose: Meng Ding is soft and dreamy in the sunset
Buddha's light shines in ancient and modern times, and the unity of man and nature is a poem.
Beautiful scenery and beautiful girls, beautiful songs and sweet dreams.
In the south of the magical and beautiful colorful clouds, there is a charming place-Mengding. There is soft soil here, soft water here and soft beauty here; God created a fantastic scene here, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the water waves are rippling and the girls are graceful; The clouds here are long, the melons and fruits here are fragrant, the songs here are melodious, and the poems here are endless; Meng Ding is a fairyland on earth that produces "dreams".
The Nanting River, full of passion and singing all the way, suddenly became soft when it touched Meng Ding's skin, as if it just wanted to stay here. She lost all the strange dryness and snuggled up to Meng Ding's broad and soft chest in every way. Perhaps, she was moved by the girl's sweet singing!
In the evening, the sunset hanging in the west is reluctant to fall, always smiling sweetly, constantly looking back at Meng Ding's softness, as if lovers are unwilling to leave; Its fiery red face and soft colored light couldn't stop it, and it landed on the green skin of the dam, instantly adding icing on the cake to Meng Ding. The gentle river, a golden light flashing, people have to have fantasies. Gentle, beautiful and kind Dai girls will not miss this picturesque scenery. They will come to the river in twos and threes to freshen up or play, so as to enrich their poetry. In this situation, anyone with a slight emotional appeal will get drunk in a big mess-the pupils of the eyes will naturally enlarge, the blood flow between the hearts will naturally accelerate, and the mouth will definitely give out a lot of admiration. Because, this scene, this occasion, this person can't let people deliberately restrain themselves.
Meng Ding in the sunset is a painting, a poem, a sea of songs and a beautiful dance floor.
The rosy clouds in the western sky laugh, the breeze blows slowly, the geese both fly, the village cooks smoke, the wide riverbed and the clear river flow happily, it is listening, it is whispering, it is dancing lightly, this is a kind of drunken beauty appreciation, this is a kind of intoxication of love. The distant mountains dance like dragons; Bakelite is tall and straight, dancing lightly; Full of green banana forests, forming a phalanx, rustling and singing in the breeze; The bamboo canopy is green, graceful and swaying, and the reflection water is more charming. In this picturesque scene, you can associate freely and let your thoughts fly unimpeded.
Meng Ding's beauty is not only reflected in the beauty of mountains and rivers, the beauty of rural scenery and the beauty of village harmony, but also in the mythical sweetness and femininity of Dai girls. Perhaps the soft water here is full of spirituality, perhaps the scenery here is too beautiful, perhaps the food here is too refreshing, perhaps the Buddha's light shines here, shaping the charm of the girls here. Her curves can fascinate you, her gentleness can intoxicate you, her voice can break your heart, her clothes can read a poem, and her gestures are full of dance charm. You can enjoy her beauty, admire her with your heart and draw a poem, but you can't profane it, because her simplicity and innocence can't bear to make people have a little evil thoughts.
Meng Ding, the sunset adds color to you, the girl is affectionate for you, and I sing for you.
If I can, I would like to turn into a banana leaf, go downstream and dance with you on the sparkling river bed.
If I can, I would like to turn into a colorful butterfly, set sail from the sea of flowers, and quietly land on your bun with fragrance to decorate your face.
If possible, I would like to turn into a colorful cloud, with colorful light, landing on your chest and weaving a warm scarf for you.
The sun sets, and the bright and soft moon rises slowly from the east. I have to bring your tenderness and your beauty into a sweet dream and continue reading.
Classical lyric prose: the village under the blue sky
Budaka is an administrative region in eastern Uganda. The terrain here is flat and the trees are shaded. At first glance, the green forests are endless, giving people a deep and vast feeling of forests and oceans. There are blue sky and white clouds overhead, and grotesque clouds are floating all over the sky, giving people a feeling of clouds and seas. Coupled with the flat and vast terrain, I am presented with a picturesque impression of Africa, which makes me feel a lot about being new here and reminds me of the African complex buried deep in my heart.
Starting from the capital, a high-grade two-way expressway leads to Budaka, which is also an important transportation hub in Uganda, directly connecting three economically developed cities in Uganda, namely Jinjia, mbale and Lira. Budaka lies between Jinjia and mbale. In the Budaka area, many sections of this road have intersections leading to some "counties" and villages under the jurisdiction of the Budaka area. There are also iron signs next to these intersections, which indicate the place names here in English or Ugandan, or the names of some schools and churches.
After visiting several villages, you will find that there is a very interesting phenomenon in these villages, that is, the topography, natural vegetation, towering trees, crops in the fields, houses to live in, streets, churches, mosques and schools in the village are all very similar, which makes people confused with you and me. There are really such similarities in the world, just like a mold poured out.
Walking into any village, the first feeling is flat and wide. The flat land is covered with green herbaceous vegetation, and many places have green lawns, which look like a huge green carpet covering the ground. Some plants still have red, yellow, white and purple flowers, which make the earth colorful and give people an impulsive feeling, just like the first lover who meets after a long separation and wants to rush up and hug. Lying on this huge green carpet, watching the blue sky and white clouds during the day, enjoying the comfortable sunbathing, watching the deep Xinghai at night, counting the stars, listening to the contention of those bugs one after another, just like listening to a symphony that has not ended for a long time, so romantic, so enjoyable, and reluctant to sleep, it is really sleepy, only to fall asleep with flowers and enter the beautiful fairy tale world.
When you leave, you will see the crops of these villagers. They all grow cassava, a characteristic staple crop in Africa, as well as corn, beans and sweet potatoes. The whole families of these villagers spend their years on these projects. The most striking thing is the towering mango tree. You are still far away, and the huge canopy comes into view. Look at the lush leaves and dark green leaves. The whole canopy stood like a huge umbrella in the scorching sun, leaving a huge shade below. The villagers rest and chat here, and the children in the village play here. Even the sheep in the village will seize the opportunity to come when there is no one under the tree. In the fruit season, the trees are covered with countless mangoes. Before these mangoes are ripe, the children in the village will climb up and pick some mangoes to satisfy their hunger. Some children are standing under the tree, aiming at the ripe fruits with some green fruits and beating them hard. The technique is really accurate. They can really shoot some yellow mangoes, then pick them up, clean them with dirty hands and bite them down, although they taste a little bit. Look at mango trees, which are also full of immature fruits of different sizes. It seems a pity that children are so extravagant that they don't cherish and pity these fruits at all.
Walking, the villagers' houses appeared in front of them. The houses here are basically red brick walls and iron roofs burned by themselves. From time to time, you can see cylindrical thatched houses with African characteristics. Generally, several thatched cottages are on an earth dam, which shows that this family lives and breeds here. These thatched cottages also have functional differences. There is a master bedroom and a kitchen. The kitchen is very simple, with only a few stones, several pots and a pile of firewood. The house is full of firewood left over from the fire. The most interesting thing is that I will also see some small thatched cottages. My local driver told me that these huts were used by the owners to raise chickens and sheep. In these yards, sometimes there are several people of different sizes sitting directly on the ground and eating food with their hands; There are also some ragged and filthy children playing with each other. When they saw our car coming, the children reacted differently. Some of them will shout at us in their own language, meaning "foreigners are coming", and older children will use English "Howareyou?" Say hello to us, and some will shout out an English word "China"; Some children chased us from the yard. Of course, some children cried when they saw us and ran directly to their hut. Maybe in their eyes, we may be a "monster" with different skin colors. The magic is everything around these houses, whether it's red brick houses or thatched cottages. There are several mango trees, which are decorated with huge jackfruit, and a large banana forest, which is also decorated with strings of blue bananas. These bananas, which look like fruits in our eyes, are actually called rice bananas here, and the local language is Matocq. These villagers cooked them as staple food. Sometimes, these villagers will sell them in the market in exchange for some cash for family use. Therefore, many local villagers will sell Matocq in the market, and trucks loaded with Matocq will be seen speeding by for kilometers, heading for the capital Canberra. There are some chickens, cows and sheep in and around the yard, and some turkeys in some yards. This scene is just like what we call China rural courtyard economic model. Seeing this, you will definitely not associate hunger with them. It can be said that you are self-sufficient and have no worries about food and clothing. This may be God's natural care for the creatures that have lived in this land for generations. Compared with those African countries that have been reported by the news media for a long time, the land is unproductive and people suffer from hunger for a long time, people living here are extremely lucky.
Walking, the school in the village appeared in front of us. Like China, these schools are divided into kindergartens, preschool classes, primary schools, secondary schools, especially secondary schools and boarding schools. The scale and grade of school buildings are different. Some kindergarten classrooms are relatively simple, that is, houses built with some wooden boards, with some long wooden benches and no desks. In class, the children sit tightly together. Relatively speaking, primary and secondary school buildings are all red brick and iron houses, and the campus is also very beautiful, with a wide lawn, which is also the school football field. Some students play football on the lawn after class. There are some tropical trees with red flowers, hundreds of flowers and yellow flowers in full bloom on campus, as well as tall and straight palm trees, which are particularly dazzling, and huge mango trees, which together make the school look natural and picturesque. Of course, the students' costumes are amazing and feast their eyes. Standard British education has been practiced here for many years, paying attention to etiquette and appearance. From kindergarten to middle school, all schools have their own school uniforms, with different colors and styles. As far as colors are concerned, there are white, red, blue, green, rose and purple. No matter what the family conditions of students are, they can buy a school uniform for their children. It is said that these school uniforms are not expensive. In particular, these students appear on the lawn together during recess, with the same clothing color, the same black skin and almost the same head and face hairstyle, which makes people appreciate a brand-new and unique African campus style. Sometimes there will be a class of students sitting around the mango tree, and the teacher will stand among the students and teach them something. Sometimes we see a football match being held in our school. The players on both sides of the field are fighting fiercely, playing in an orderly way, skilled in skills and tactics, and the off-court is also full of students watching; Sometimes, I will see the middle and long-distance race held in the school. Unfortunately, these students don't have running shoes, so they can only run the whole course barefoot. Fortunately, these venues are all campus lawns, or some sandy land, and there are no stones and foreign objects, otherwise the soles of these students will be scratched. Education is a means to improve personal quality and change the destiny of individuals and even the country. African countries also attach importance to and develop education, but the quality of education is not at a level of development with countries such as Europe, America and Asia.
Walking, the most sacred church and mosque in the village will appear in front of you, which is also the most spectacular and beautiful building in the village. In villages where churches are seen, mainly Christians live, and in villages where mosques are seen, mainly Muslims live. Every Sunday, these Christians, regardless of gender, wear clean and tidy clothes, go to church or mosque to pray and receive spiritual baptism. In particular, some children will go with their parents, and some mothers will carry a baby who is sleeping soundly. Long-term religious education nourishes their hearts and restricts their morality. Even though they are poor and live a quiet life, they feel happy and satisfied.
Walking, you come to the street of the village, which the locals call the trade center. The size of the street is generally not very large, just a street tens of meters long, with brick walls and iron houses on both sides. They are all shops where local people sell some daily necessities, but it is not easy to buy a bottle of mineral water, a bottle of cooking oil and a roll of toilet paper in these shops. There are people selling pasta in the street. Locals call it Kabati, which is actually a kind of baked dough. It is to add eggs and salt to flour, dilute it and fry it in a pot with charcoal fire. The taste is also very special. This kind of bread was originally handed down to the local people by Indians living in Uganda. Locals in Uganda have also learned its way. Many Ugandans like to eat it. In the market, you will see many small vendors selling Kabati. Those young people who wander the streets all day will buy a Kabati equivalent to one yuan and drink a free glass of water, which seems like a lunch for a whole day. Some local villagers also found a place and put a pile of tomatoes and onions for sale. There are also shops that buy medicines on the street. Anyone who is sick at home will come here to buy medicine. If he is seriously ill, he will chip in to go to the hospital in the town. There are also shops selling beef and mutton. It is said that these villagers usually buy meat only once in a long time, and there are guests at home, or buy some meat on holidays, and the whole family can enjoy it together, and each person only takes 2 small pieces. In the remote part of the street, there is also a mill, usually a small diesel engine, which is specially used to grind wood-plastic into powder for the villagers. During the day, these streets attract people near the village, adults and children are crowded on these streets, and the streets are full of vitality and business opportunities.
Go further out of the street, and you will see some farmers' fields. You will see some mothers in their thirties, with their children just a few years old, digging cassava, picking corn cobs, piling sweet potatoes and pulling weeds in the fields, and some children putting cattle and sheep in the fields. I once saw a mother with her children under 65,438+00, holding a hoe and struggling to dig weeds in a paddy field. The youngest boy is still five years old. His rags are covered with mud. He is putting the weeds dug up by his brothers in plastic bags and dragging them to the field. Seeing this scene, I suddenly felt a sense of pity and bitterness. Look at other rice fields and land, and children can be seen doing farm work everywhere. It is conceivable that the future and life of these children are tied to land and agriculture all their lives. This may be the fate of most people in this agricultural country.
Walking on these dirt roads in the village, some locals ride motorcycles and fly past you. Motorcycles often carry two people, and many of them take three people. On the contrary, cyclists and sometimes women cyclists can be seen everywhere, riding in the direction of home or town with a bag full of heavy objects on their backs. On these muddy roads in the village, it is difficult to see cars, pickup trucks and trucks driving for kilometers. Occasionally, there are worn-out used cars parked in front of the yard with better houses in the village. This used car is also the most valuable property in the village.
These villages in Budaka are all over the administrative areas under their jurisdiction. The villagers are doing the same farm work, living a similar life, raising a large group of children, raising a large group of cattle and sheep, chasing the life track of their predecessors, and now living a primitive, natural and leisurely life, which is also the unique living state and life track of these villagers.
God always gives the villagers blue sky and white clouds, blazing sunshine and abundant rain in the rainy season. With them, eating is not a problem and hunger is not frequent; Villages' churches and mosques are spiritual halls and homes in the hearts of villagers. With them, all the troubles of life are gone, singing and smiling faces are always there, and happiness is just around the corner. The school in the village is the enlightenment station for the children of those villagers to learn culture and language, accept modern civilization, get rid of ignorance and realize the change of personal life destiny.
The village under the blue sky is also beautiful and eternal.