A masterpiece of classic scene-writing and lyrical prose: The Fire-like Begonia
I didn’t have much intuitive impression of Begonia flowers in the past, because I really am not a person who likes flowers very much and I don’t know how to dress up. . The first time I felt the sadness of Begonia was from "Begonia". Later, I felt its delicacy in Li Qingzhao's poems. I saw its beauty in various flower pots. This time I walked into Begonia Park. , but felt a different Begonia.
Haitang Park, Anlong Town, Dujiangyan——It is a park rather than a village. There are no pavilions, no lakes and mountains, only a few farmhouses and roadside vendors. Many places have Under construction. With fewer buildings, there will naturally be more scenery, which is exactly what I want.
The gate is made of wood in the shape of several semi-overlapping large Xs, which is very three-dimensional. "Begonia Park" is written next to it. After walking through the gate and passing through the bustling crowd, a few red begonias come into view, and tourists rush to take pictures. Continuing to move forward, pieces of flaming red crabapples are rushing toward us, dazzling. The crabapples here are not a whole piece, but a piece here, a piece there, and they can be seen everywhere. The style and layout of each patch of crabapples are different: some are hidden among the green trees, some are waving to the rapeseed flowers next to them, some are standing on the roadside, and some are rushing towards you from the front. There are no Preview. They come in different heights, short, fat, and thin, and have their own unique shapes. Some are tall and stout and untreated, while others are carefully shaped, cute and unique. My favorite and I walked along the path, saying nothing to her or me, listening to the singing of the trickling water beside the road, and quietly admiring the blooming of red begonias on both sides. The scenery here is unique!
I have walked through alleys and seen pieces of crabapples. When you think there are none, when you feel tired, you turn a corner and different crabapples will appear again. It is more beautiful and beautiful than the original one, which makes you feel fresh and new. This is the exquisiteness of Haitang here. The feeling of "a new village is full of flowers and willows" is so good! Isn't this often the case in life?
Walking into a field of the most prosperous crabapples, I stood among them and looked around: there were blooming crabapples high and low, far and near, and I was surrounded by a fiery red. It was neither purple nor pink. , but a large area of ??fiery red, like a blazing flame, and like the wisp of red clouds on the horizon. It is so beautiful, so unrestrained, yet gentle, full of strength, and overflowing with confidence. My heart is surging and my blood is boiling! This completely overturned my understanding: How can it be poignant? There is only magnificence; how can there be sadness? Some are heroic! I played a song "Daughter's Love" with my classmates. It was passionate yet gentle, shy yet full of affection.
Walking through the begonia flowers, letting the branches of the begonias tangle here and there, looking at this one and that one, I thought it was really beautiful. The leaves of the begonia were just a little exposed, but most of the flowers had already bloomed. , it is the time when "the flowers are fat and the leaves are thin". The unshaped trees are thick and lush, and the shape is unique and pleasant. It’s time for our gardeners to catch up with the Korean plastic surgeons! Ask softly: Begonia flower, do you feel any pain when the branch is crushed or girded? Haitang smiles delicately in the wind and rain, and does not hesitate to dye the national color with rouge!
I like begonias, especially the uncarved and naturally blooming ones!
Classic masterpiece of lyrical prose about scenery: Meng Ding is as soft and beautiful as a dream under the setting sun
Buddha’s light shines all over the past and present, and the harmony between heaven and man composes the poem.
The beautiful scenery and clear water make the girl pretty, and the beautiful dance and songs sweeten the guest's dream.
In the south of the magical and beautiful colorful clouds, there is a soft and beautiful land that makes people dream - Mengding. Here is the soft earth, here is the soft water, here is the soft beauty; God has created a dreamlike picture here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful here, the water waves are rippling here, the girl is graceful here; the clouds here are leisurely, The melons and fruits here are fragrant, the songs here are melodious, and the poems here are endless; Mengding is a fairyland on earth that produces "dreams".
The Nanting River flows with passion and joy. When it touches Meng Ding’s skin, it feels like it has been electrocuted and it instantly becomes soft, as if it just wants to stay here. The past Guai Zao was completely thrown away, and suddenly became extremely gentle, nestling in Meng Ding's broad and soft chest as if intoxicated. Perhaps, it was moved by the girl's sweet singing!
In the evening, the setting sun hanging in the west is reluctant to set. It always smiles sweetly and keeps looking back at Meng Ding's softness, as reluctant as a lover parting; its fiery red face, soft and gentle The colorful light cannot be blocked, falling on the green skin of Bazi, instantly adding beauty to Meng Ding's cake; the gentle river surface is shimmering with golden light, which makes people have to think about it. The gentle, beautiful and kind-hearted Dai girls will not miss this poetic scenery. They come to the river in twos and threes to wash themselves or play, making the poetry more intense. In this scene, any person with the slightest emotion will be completely drunk when exposed to it - the pupils of the eyes will naturally enlarge, the blood flow in the heart will naturally accelerate, and the mouth will burst into admiration. Because this scene, this feeling, and this person cannot be restrained.
Meng Ding under the setting sun is a painting, a poem, a sea of ??songs, and a beautiful dance ground.
To the west, the colorful clouds are smiling, the breeze is blowing, the wild geese are flying in pairs, the village cooking smoke is curling up, the wide river bed, the clear river water is flowing happily, it is listening, it is whispering, it is dancing lightly, this is a pair of The intoxication of beauty is the intoxication of love.
The distant mountains are winding, like a dancing dragon; the tall and straight bakelite trees are whirling lightly; the banana groves are full of green, forming square formations, rustling and singing in the breeze; the bamboo canopies are green and swaying gracefully, and their reflection in the water is even more charming. When you are in this poetic and picturesque scene, just think about it and let your thoughts fly without any restraint.
The beauty of Mengding is not only reflected in the natural beauty of the mountains and rivers, the beauty of the pastoral scenery, and the harmonious beauty of the villages, but what is even more fascinating is the mythical sweet beauty of the Dai girls. Maybe it's the soft water here that's full of spirituality, maybe it's the scenery here that's so beautiful, maybe it's the food here that's so delicious, maybe it's the light of Buddha here... that creates the unique charm of the girls here. Her curves can fascinate you, her gracefulness can make you intoxicated, her voice can crush your heart, her clothes can read a poem, and her movements are full of the charm of dance. You can appreciate her beauty, you can admire it with all your heart, you can write poems and paintings, but you cannot blaspheme her beauty, because her simplicity and innocence cannot bear to make people have any evil thoughts.
Meng Ding, Meng Ding, the sunset adds color to you, the girl is passionate about you, and I sing for you.
If possible, I would like to turn into a banana leaf, float down the river, and dance a dance of life with you on the sparkling river bed.
If possible, I would like to turn into a colorful butterfly, set sail from the sea of ??flowers, carry fragrance, quietly land on your bun, and decorate your face.
If possible, I would like to turn into a colorful cloud, bring colorful rays of light, fall on your chest, and make a warm scarf for you.
The sun sets, and the bright and gentle moon rises slowly in the east. I can only bring your gentleness and beauty into my sweet dreams and continue reading.
Classic lyrical prose work of scene description: Village under the blue sky
Budaka is an administrative region in eastern Uganda. The terrain here is flat and shaded by green trees. At a glance, the green forest stretches endlessly, giving people the feeling of a deep and vast forest ocean. Above the head is the blue sky and white clouds, and the strange clouds fill the sky, giving people a sense of wonder. It gives me the feeling of a sea of ??clouds. Coupled with the flat and vast terrain, what is presented in front of me is a picturesque impression of Africa. It makes me feel a lot when I am new to this place, and it also reminds me of the deep memories in my mind. The African complex in the heart.
From the capital, a high-grade two-way express lane leads to Budaka. This highway is also an important transportation hub in Uganda, directly connecting the three more economically developed cities in Uganda: Jinja, mbale, Lira is connected. Budaka is located between Jinja and mbale. In the Budaka area, there are intersections on many sections of this road, all leading to some "counties" and villages under the jurisdiction of the Budaka area. There are also signboards made of iron sheets beside these intersections, marking this place in English or Ugandan. place names, or the names of some schools and churches.
After visiting several villages, you will find that these villages have a very interesting phenomenon, which is the topography, naturally growing vegetation, towering trees, crops in the fields, residential houses, and The streets, churches, mosques, and schools are all so similar that it's hard to tell the difference between them and you and me. There really are such similar places in the world, as if they were poured out of the same mold.
When you walk into any village, your first impression is that it is flat and broad. The flat land is covered with green herbaceous vegetation, and there are green lawns in many places. It looks like A huge green velvet blanket covered the ground. Some vegetation is still blooming with small red, yellow, white and purple flowers, making the earth colorful and colorful, giving people an impulsive feeling, like seeing their first love after a long absence. I just wanted to rush up and hug her tightly. Lying on this huge green tapestry, looking at the blue sky and white clouds during the day, enjoying a pleasant sunbath, looking at the deep sea of ??stars at night, counting the stars, and listening to the chirping of the little bugs, it's like listening to A symphony that never ends. It's so romantic and enjoyable, but I can't bear to fall asleep. I'm really sleepy, so I fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers and enter the beautiful fairy tale world.
As you walk, you will see the crop fields of these villagers. They are all planted with cassava, a staple food crop in Africa, as well as corn, beans, and sweet potatoes. The whole family of these villagers uses these methods to grow their crops. Day and year. The most eye-catching thing is the towering mango trees. You are still far away, and the huge tree crown comes into view. Look at the lush branches and dark green leaves, and the entire tree crown looks like a tree. The giant umbrella stood under the scorching sun, leaving a huge shade below. The villagers rested and chatted here. The children in the village also played here. Even the sheep in the village would spot the opportunity and throw themselves under the tree. Come here to enjoy some coolness when no one is under the tree. During the fruit-bearing season, the tree is covered with countless mangoes. Before the fruits are ripe, the children in the village will climb up and pick some mangoes to satisfy their hunger and satisfy their greed. Some children stand under the tree and use some For green fruits, aim at the ripe fruits and hit them hard. The technique is really accurate. I can really hit some slightly yellow mangoes. Then I picked them up, wiped them with unclean hands, and took a bite, although the taste was a bit sour. , there was still a winner's smile on his face.
Looking at the mango tree, there are also unripe fruits of different sizes scattered all over the ground. It seems a pity. Children are so extravagant and do not cherish these fruits at all. Show no mercy.
As I walked, the villagers’ houses appeared in front of me. The houses here are basically made with home-made red brick walls and iron roofs. From time to time, you will also see African-style cylindrical thatched houses. Usually there are several thatched houses on an earthen dam, which is a family. We live and multiply here. These thatched houses also have different functions. They have the master's bedroom and the kitchen. The kitchen is very simple, with only a few stones, one or two pots, and a pile of firewood. The house is full of firewood left after burning. The smoke and dust below. The most interesting thing is that you will also see some small thatched houses. My local driver told me that these small houses are used by the owners to keep chickens and sheep. In these yards, there are sometimes several families sitting around on the ground, grabbing food with their hands to eat; there are also some children in rags and filthy clothes playing on their own. After seeing our car approaching, The children's reactions varied. Some would shout loudly at us in their own language, meaning "foreigners are coming". The older children would say hello to us in English "Howareyou?", and some would just say hello. Shouted the English word "china"; some children chased us from the yard in the direction of our car. Of course, there were also children who cried in fright when they saw us and ran straight to their own furry house. Maybe in their eyes Here, we may be a "monster" if our skin color is different from theirs. What's amazing is everything around these houses, whether they are red brick houses or thatched houses, there are several mango trees around the houses, several huge jackfruit trees, and a large banana forest. Decorated with bunches of green bananas, these bananas that look like fruits to us are actually called rice bananas here, or matooke in the local language (Uganda). These villagers cook them and eat them as staple food. , sometimes these villagers will also sell them in the market in exchange for some cash for household use. Therefore, you will see many local villagers selling matookes in the market, and you will also see large trucks filled with matookes speeding past on the kilometer. The capital is Canberra. There are also some chickens, cows, sheep, and some turkeys in and around the yard. This scene is like what we call the rural courtyard economic model in China. Seeing this, you will definitely not associate hunger with them. Putting these together, it can be said that we are self-produced and self-sufficient, with plenty of food and clothing. This may be God’s natural favor to the creatures who have lived on this land for generations. Compared with those African countries reported in the news media where long-term droughts, land has no output, and people suffer from hunger for a long time, the people living here People are extremely lucky.
While walking, the village school appeared in front of me. Like China, these schools are divided into kindergartens, preschools, elementary schools, middle schools, and especially middle schools also have boarding schools. School buildings vary in size and building quality. Some kindergarten classrooms are very simple, just rooms built with wooden boards, with some long wooden benches in the room and no desks. During class, the children sit close together one by one. Sitting huddled together. Relatively speaking, the primary school and middle school buildings are pretty decent. They are all red brick and iron houses. The campus is also very beautiful, with a wide lawn, which is also the school's football field. After class, some students play football on the lawn. The campus There are also some tropical trees with red, white and yellow flowers in full bloom, as well as tall and straight palm trees reaching into the sky, which are particularly dazzling. There are also the huge mango trees, which together make the school look natural, beautiful and poetic. picturesque. Of course, the students' clothing is amazing and a feast for the eyes. Standard British education has been implemented here for many years, focusing on etiquette and appearance. From kindergarten to middle school, all schools have their own uniforms, with different colors and styles. It is said that there are white, red, blue, green, rose, and purple. No matter what the student's family conditions are, you can buy a school uniform for your child. It is said that these school uniforms are not expensive and can be afforded by the students' families. . Especially when these students appeared together on the lawn during recess, they had the same clothing color, the same dark skin, and almost the same head shape, face shape, and hairstyle, which gave people a taste of a new and unique African campus style. Sometimes there will be a class of students sitting around under the mango tree, with the teacher standing among the students, teaching the students something; sometimes I will see a football match being held in the school, and the players on both sides of the field will fight fiercely and play hard. There are also rules, techniques and tactics, and the outside of the stadium is full of students watching; sometimes we can see the school holding middle and long-distance running competitions. Unfortunately, these students do not have a pair of running shoes and finish the competition barefoot. Fortunately, these competition venues They are all campus lawns or some sandy soil. There are no stones or foreign objects, otherwise they will scratch the soles of these students' feet. Education is a means to improve personal quality and change the destiny of individuals and even countries. African countries also attach great importance to and develop education, but the quality of education is not at the same level of development as that of European, American, Asian and other countries.
As you walk, the most sacred church and mosque in the village will appear in front of you. These are also the most spectacular and beautiful buildings in the village. In the villages where churches are found, Christians are mainly inhabited, and in the villages where mosques are found, Muslims are mainly inhabited.
Every Sunday, these believers, regardless of size or gender, will 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 some clothes on their backs. Carrying a sleeping baby on my back. Long-term religious education nourishes their souls and restrains their morality. Even if they are born in poverty and live in peace, they still feel happy and satisfied.
As we walked, we arrived at the street of the village, which the locals called the Trade Center. The streets are generally not very big, just a few tens of meters long, with brick-walled and iron-clad houses on both sides. They are shops owned by local people, selling some daily necessities, but you need to buy a bottle of mineral water in these shops. , a bottle of cooking oil, and a roll of toilet paper are not easy. There are people selling pasta on the street, which the locals call kabati, which is actually a kind of baked dough. It is made by adding eggs and salt to flour, diluting it and frying it on a pan over charcoal fire. The taste is also very special. This kind of bread was first introduced to the locals by Indians living in Uganda. Local people in Uganda have also learned how to make it. Many Ugandans like to eat it. You will see many small stall owners making kabati in the market. Those young people who hang out on the streets all day will buy a piece of kabati, which is equivalent to one yuan in human currency, and drink a free glass of water as their lunch for the day. Some local villagers also found a spot and placed a pile of tomatoes and onions for sale. There are also stores for buying medicine on the street. If a family member is sick, they will come here to buy some medicine. If they are seriously ill, they can collect money to go to the hospital in the town. There are also stores that sell beef and mutton. It is said that these villagers usually buy meat only once in a long time. When guests come to their homes or during festivals, they only buy a little meat. The whole family enjoys it together, and each person only gets 2 small pieces. There are also grinding mills in remote places on the streets, usually just a small diesel machine, which is used to grind wood plastic into powder for villagers. During the day, these streets attract people from nearby villages. Adults and children crowd into these streets. The streets are also full of life and business opportunities.
Walk out of the street and walk further, you will see some farmers’ fields. You will see some mothers in their 30s, digging cassava and picking corn in the fields with their children who are only a few years old. There were sticks, piles of sweet potatoes, weeds, and some children grazing cattle and sheep in the fields. I once saw a mother with several children under 10 years old, holding a hoe in a rice field, hoe after hoe, struggling to dig out the weeds in the field. The boy was still five years old and was wearing very shabby clothes. The clothes were stained with mud. He was using a plastic bag to put the weeds dug up by his brothers into his bag, and then he was dragging it to the ground with great difficulty. On the edge of the field, he fell on the ridge. Seeing this scene, a feeling of pity and sadness suddenly occurred in my heart. Looking at other rice fields, children can be seen everywhere doing farm work in the fields. It is conceivable that the future and life of these children are destined to be tied to land and agriculture for their entire lives. This may be the fate of most people in this agricultural country.
Walking on these dirt roads in the village, locals will fly past you on motorcycles. Motorcycles often carry two people, and sometimes three people; on the contrary, people riding bicycles You can see them everywhere, and sometimes there are some women riding bicycles with a bag full of heavy items on the back of the bicycle, riding towards their home or town. It is difficult to see cars, pickup trucks, and trucks that travel for kilometers on the dirt roads in the village. Occasionally, you can see dilapidated second-hand cars parked in front of the yards of better houses in the village. Such second-hand cars are also considered part of the market in the village. The most valuable possessions.
These villages in Budaka are dotted throughout the administrative areas under their jurisdiction. The villagers do the same farm work and live a similar life. They all raise a large group of children, a large group of cattle and sheep, and Chasing the life trajectory of their predecessors and still living a primitive, natural and leisurely life now is also a unique living state and life trajectory of these villagers.
What God has given to the villagers in the village is always blue sky and white clouds, blazing sunshine, and abundant rain in the rainy season. With them, eating will not be a problem, and hunger will not be frequent; the church and mosque in the village are also the spiritual palace and the home of the soul in the hearts of the villagers. With them, all the troubles in life will disappear, singing, smiling faces Always there, happiness is right in front of you; the schools in the village are the enlightenment stations for the villagers' children to learn culture, language, accept modern civilization, get rid of ignorance, and realize the change of their personal life destiny.
The village under the blue sky is therefore beautiful and eternal.