Reed Lyrical Prose 1
My hometown, Chaoyang in western Liaoning, is a place that has experienced drought nine times out of ten, and there are no reeds. It seems that there is a little reed pond in Daoerden at the junction of Lingyuan and Hebei. The first time I heard about reeds, a playmate got a trumpet mouthpiece and said it was made of a reed stick. Later I heard that the rice dumpling leaves are made of reed leaves. Then I had the honor to read Mr. Sun Li's "Gathering Reeds from the Po Tai", and I respected it very much. A few days ago, I went to Panjin and saw the reed pond and reed marsh with my own eyes. I just wrote a few words to commemorate it.
In Panjin, the puddles and reed ponds are just like our vegetable garden, as far as the eye can see. The reeds are just like our sorghum and corn. They are like a piece of grass when you look up. The rice fields seem to have become the decoration of the reed pond. Friends, when you see the green reed pond, don't rush towards it like a lover. Where there are love, there are also traps; where there are reeds, there must be a pond under your feet. If there is a layer of light green debris floating on the water, it must be surrounding the lotus pond.
The reeds there have narrow leaves, only one finger wide, and cannot wrap rice dumplings. The leaves of all reeds grow in one direction, which is the direction of the water flow. They are roughly the same. The reed poles are as tall as a person, and they are neatly planted; the reed flowers are just about to bloom, just like the spikes of chicken claw grass. It is said that when the reed flowers bloom, they are very spectacular: the white flowers look like the soldiers of the armed workers team on the plains of central Hebei, with their heads wrapped in wool belly handkerchiefs, shuttling through the green gauze tents. When the wind blows, it's like the tide of the Qiantang River, with white waves rolling into the sky and extraordinary momentum. Coupled with the sound of the wind, it's even more magnificent and shocking than the Ansai waist drum.
When I came back, I passed by Dongguo Weichang Sheep Circle Weed Farm. The vast and vast reed marshes are the same color as the water and sky. Except that the road is white, the water is as white as a trace of a long embankment. The whole world is like a huge lotus leaf. Driving a car is like running on a vast expanse of prairie. Just like the beautiful Loess Plateau in Mao Dun's "White Yang Li", only the eyes are full of green, making you intoxicated and struggling in this green. All the reed leaves are growing in one direction, growing unyieldingly, as if they are thinking about something.
Panjin is the hometown of cranes, and cranes are attached to the reed pond. People are like reeds thinking, where should my roots extend? Where is my dick? Is it standing unyieldingly straight? Where should I look? Reed Lyrical Prose 2
In spring, there is still snow that has not yet melted in the shade on the hillside, and all the weeds can't help but jump around - the first touch of green in spring is their flag.
Thatch is the simplest and most impatient. In the withered yellow of winter, there is a faint light green and goose yellow, and this is it. I always suspect that "the color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close." The color of grass here refers to thatch.
The tender buds of thatch are wrapped in tender flower buds. How tender is this flower bud? Pull it out, peel off the light green and tender red outer coat, it is as white as jade; take a bite, it is sweet, but this sweetness is not as sweet as cane sugar, but the kind of sweetness that is embarrassing to say, fresh and refreshing. One bite, and your mouth is full of spring.
The tender flowers of thatch also have a name, "Gu Di", which is a very poetic name. But my hometown is called "Maoyajian". This name is very homely and affectionate, just like how parents in the countryside call their little daughter "Nini" or "Erya".
Similar to thatch, but without edible buds, it is reed.
Unlike thatch, reeds are most beautiful in autumn. The autumn wind blows, and in the reed marshes by the river, there is a vast white field of indescribable and endless reed flowers, which is so vast that it makes people feel homesick for no reason.
The torn reed flowers are somewhat similar to the spun cotton. They both look soft and noisy, but the reed flowers do not keep warm. Legend has it that a stepmother used reed catkins to make cotton-padded clothes for her stepson. It looked thick, but was extremely cold when she put it on. This is generally true in human nature. It is not surprising that the clothes are thick and thin.
Because no one will give another person warmth unconditionally. Even parents' kindness to their children is conditional, and that condition is that you must be their child.
Let’s go too far and continue talking about reed flowers. Of course it won’t work if reed flowers are used as cotton. They sway in the autumn wind, only responsible for beauty and melancholy.
I once read Liu Dabai's poem: "The birds returning to their nests, even though they are tired, still carry the setting sun back with them. When they flip their wings, they drop the setting sun on the river, and the white-headed reeds also pretend to be A moment of beauty. "Reed "pretends" to be a beauty, it's really a poet's situation.
Thatch is different. In addition to surprising children's taste buds in spring, it also has many important uses, such as thatched houses with thatched roofs. In ancient times, there were no reinforced concrete, so branches were used to make beams and purlins, and the gaps in the middle could be covered with thatch. Du Fu's "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" "Three layers of thatch are rolled up on my house", which shows that I live in a thatched house. Unfortunately for the poet, the country is lucky, and the poet in the thatched hut wrote a famous line through the ages: "There are tens of thousands of vast buildings, and the great shelter makes all the poor people in the world happy."
Reeds are much taller than thatch, but they cannot protect people from the wind. rain. But reeds have another benefit - making reed mats.
Among mats, reed mats are not considered the best. It is not as cool and delicate as bamboo mats, nor as fragrant and soft as cattail mats, but like thatched huts, it was the "standard equipment" for the poor in ancient times. The reed mat is not carefully woven, and sometimes a reed stalk will stick out and pierce people's skin. However, it is simple and easy to obtain. For those farmers who work under the scorching sun during the day, they can lie down after eating at night. When you sleep soundly on a reed mat, you never have to worry about it getting stained by sweat or getting wrinkled when you turn over - it can be seen that roughness is sometimes more considerate than fineness.
Last autumn, I was bored and driving for a stroll, and unknowingly I arrived at a mountain pass. I discovered that the villagers not only weaved reed mats, but also had the custom of making "grass circles" with thatch. In autumn, the pure white thatch is cut and brought home, tied into a "rope" as thick as red dates, wrapped in circles, and placed with a bamboo grate underneath to form a steamer. Use it to steam meat and steamed buns, which are quite herbal. Reed Lyrical Prose 3
In my childhood, there was always such a large patch of grass in my grandmother’s small garden. Whenever autumn came, it would turn into a large cluster of white flowers, swaying gently. , dancing gracefully. Their branches are tall and straight, their leaves are thin and long, and their flowers are white and plush. The naughty wind danced happily by, blowing up a lot of flower catkins. The catkins were flying all over the sky, like goose feathers and heavy snow.
At this time, my cousins ??and I would clap our hands and laugh: "It's snowing! It's snowing!" Then we stretched out our hands to catch the fluttering catkins, but we couldn't catch them. The fluffy wadding is stuck in the hair, making it look funny. We were always jumping around in the "snow" and often stopped to look at each other, which made us laugh out loud.
"What kind of grass is this?" I asked my cousin innocently, thinking that since she was older than me, she would definitely know.
"Uh..." The cousin stuttered for a while. In fact, she, who is only one year older than me, doesn’t know what it is. But this sister couldn't lose her face. She cleared her throat, pretended to be knowledgeable, and said pretentiously: "That... is called snowdrop. Didn't you notice that when it blooms, the fluff that floats up looks like snowflakes? "Oh!" I nodded in understanding, feeling confused.
Fighting with snowdrops was one of the three of us's favorite childhood games. First, grass selection is key. We would each bend down and look for a snowflake with thick branches, the most flowers and the most catkins among the lush snowdrops, and carefully pull it out. Sometimes we use all our strength to break it off, which shows that it is a strong "good grass".
The person who picked out the "good grass" would hold the grass proudly with a proud smile on his face, which means: Look, I still have a good eye! ; Either his brows are filled with joy and a joyful smile appears on his face; or he looks up to the sky and laughs proudly, showing off with pride.
In the next step, everyone glanced at each other and winked with their eyes, which meant "alliance" with each other. "Hey!" My cousin winked at me, and I nodded understandingly. When my cousin gave the order, we all pounced on our cousin with our own "weapons" - snowflakes.
My cousin panicked and grabbed the snowflake grass to block our attack, but we were outnumbered and still couldn't get rid of my cousin and me.
"Bang, bang, bang" our snowflakes hit our cousin like raindrops in no order. The flakes were flying everywhere, and the "snowflakes" fell on the cousin's hair and clothes, making his body and face covered with snowflakes. It's "snowflake". He was not angry, but laughed and ran around laughing in the "white snow" in the sky. Maybe, this is innocence, this is childhood.
"It's so big, can it be used as a broom?" The imaginative cousin began to think wildly again, "It's just for sweeping the floor. Didn't grandma say a few days ago that there was no broom!" the cousin thought. We agreed without even thinking about it: "Okay!" We just did it, and we tried our best to drag out a few thick snowdrops. They are probably the best among the grasses. Next, it’s time to find a rope, but where is it? We've encountered another problem. "Yes!" The cousin had a flash of inspiration, ran upstairs, took out a sports shoe, and started to remove the shoelaces without saying a word.
After the shoelaces were removed, my cousin excitedly picked up the shoelaces, wrapped them around a few branches of snowflakes, and tied a strong and beautiful bow. "Look at our masterpiece - you can make a broom at a young age!" I said happily, with unconcealable joy on my face. I really wanted to drag the "broom" out to show off.
At this time, grandma came back. "Grandma, look! We made a broom!" My cousin proudly showed off to grandma, raised the "broom" high and shouted loudly. "What do you use it for?" Grandma said with a smile, looking at this strange "broom" curiously. "Snowflake grass!" The three of us answered loudly in unison.
Grandma finally couldn't help laughing, and her smile turned into a chrysanthemum: "Ouch! What snowflakes! That's a reed! Hahaha..." What was she laughing at? Laughing at our innocence? Laughing at our naivety? I can't tell.
Although our beloved Snowdrop has changed its name, we still like it, like the purity of its flowers, like the fluffs blown by the wind, and like it in the white "heavy snow" in the sky. Dancing gracefully, I like the long reed flowers that accompanied me in my childhood... Reed Lyrical Prose 4
(1) Seeing Reed Again
On the bank of Yihe River, the sun is about to set, While walking, the wind blows, and the pieces of reeds move with the wind, and suddenly there are wetlands and open water. I couldn't help but think of the reeds in my hometown. The past of more than 20 years ago came to my mind, still so quiet and indifferent.
In the photo taken by a reader, the reeds in the Yihe River are very cute. I suddenly had the idea of ????visiting. I thought that among the reeds like smoke and rain, there was an extremely dreamy outline, blown sideways by the wind. The reeds and the wetland dominated by the lake under the setting sun must have drawn a beautiful picture in winter. Sure enough, I saw the swaying reeds, blending in with the sunset and sunset, which was spectacular. This is clearly a spring in the severe cold. It seems like I have returned to the reeds that accompanied me when I was a child, with an extra warmth and childishness.
My hometown is in the countryside of Cangshan Township. There is a small river at the head of the village. There are reeds beside the river. It is very big. My childhood friends often walk together after school to look for their childhood memories. pleasure. When I see the reeds swaying, I seem to be examining my bright future. The green of the past made me intoxicated, but the green waves of green cannot hide my youthful childhood. Looking from a distance in summer, the reeds are rippling with blue waves, and their branches are green and white. They are very layered. It is a sea of ??reeds. When I was a child, I seemed to have never walked out of the reeds. To say that the most impressive thing is the reed root, chewing it in your mouth makes your tongue taste sweet.
In early winter, the reeds swayed in the cold wind, looking beautiful. Reeds can be used as heaters in winter, reed leaves are used as fuel for cooking and heating, reed flowers can be woven into cotton shoes for winter, and reeds can also be woven into reed mats and reed hats. Smooth and strong reed poles are also important in building houses in hometowns. To this day, the "net fence" made of reed poles is still used on the roof of my hometown, and it is safely covered on the roof. Holding the reed flower in my hand in the severe cold, a warm current flows throughout my body. It is so magical that in such a short period of time, I can feel the warmth of spring in the cold winter. The warmth fills my body. childhood.
But when I look back and think about it, it is precisely because of the help of many "friends" like Lu Wei that my growth process seems more fulfilling. Over the years, I left my hometown to study, then work, and settle in the city. Although the reed has slowly disappeared from my life, it has always been in my heart.
Fang Wenshan wrote in "Loved You": Reeds can only be beautiful in the vast whiteness in winter. I'm lucky enough to know that. If you haven't seen him, you can go to the bank of Yi River to look for his footprints. Reed flowers are not as gorgeous as other flowers, but if you look around, the clusters standing on the branches are really beautiful. When the wind blows, the catkins will fly, and your eyes will fly with them.
The river flows slowly in winter, and the chilling wind blows across my face. In the quiet cold of Yihe River, it should be the most beautiful in the wind, because it brings me spiritual memories. Occasionally, there are birds flying over the embankment. Their leisurely expressions infected me, and I suddenly felt that I Like a flying bird, it has a pair of flying wings and the feeling of dancing harmoniously with the sky and lake water. Isn't it? The nurturing spring, the blooming summer, the skillful autumn, the subtle winter, all come again and again in a leisurely manner. But on this charming winter day, it has embraced everything. This is a life process, a journey of life, and a feeling of mood. It requires careful reading and understanding of its spirituality. Looking into the distance, cities, tall buildings and trees are all immersed in the wind-moving reeds, becoming the back of the reeds, looming. Inadvertently, I have approached the reed. The reed flowers bloom happily in the severe cold and dance happily in the afterglow of early winter, becoming a unique and beautiful scenery in the bleak winter. Look at it, it has gone deep into the lake. Look, the water is covered with a thin layer of smoke, and the breeze is blowing. The wind is shaking the fog. The smoke clouds follow the wind, sometimes floating, sometimes hanging down, sometimes separating, sometimes gathering, just like beautiful The fairy danced to the accompaniment of fairy music, her clothes and belts fluttering, her dance steps graceful... The night gradually thickened, the moon gradually rose, and the shadows of the trees in the distance and the reflections in the water began to blur gradually. The night surrounds the beautiful reeds. The whispers of the night wind and the quiet sound of the water play a lullaby. I fall asleep with the reeds in my arms. The reeds are like jasper, revealing the intoxicating clarity, intoxicating with the tranquility of the night...
The French thinker Pascal once said: "Man is a thinking reed." Human beings are weak, and life is as weak as a reed. I don’t know which gust of wind will break it, just like a reed, but human beings are strong. From their weakness, they emerge with infinite resilience, which even they may not be aware of. Perseverance accompanies us all the way forward. I would like to use a sentence from Mo Yan, the Nobel Prize winner in literature, to describe Lu Wei, that is, "The heart is like a boulder that cannot be blown by the wind" because of his perseverance in life.
There is a passage like this in the "Za Agama Sutra" compiled by the Buddhists, which is unforgettable after reading: "For example, three reeds stand in an open space, twisting and turning to depend on each other. If one of them is removed, the other two will be erect. Neither will stand; if the two are removed, one will not stand; if they are dependent on each other, they will be erect. Likewise, if they are dependent on each other, they will be able to grow. The true meaning of not falling down: standing upright by relying on each other, growing by relying on each other. In our living and social environment, we also need to "depend on each other and establish ourselves" with our friends, classmates, colleagues, compatriots, and similar people. When the power of compassion in our hearts expands, the energy of kindness will become more and more abundant, ultimately allowing us to live in purity and happiness. The reed is small, but it has great character. Its character never changes, and it grows by relying on each other. The stars in the sky are reflected on the water, occasionally waving. I think they are meeting with the reeds to welcome the rising sun of tomorrow. After experiencing the gestation of spring, the baptism of summer, the maturity of autumn, and the test of winter, I think the beauty of reeds also lies in winter. At this time, my mood suddenly brightened...
(2) Climbing the Western Mountain in the Rain
There will be a heavy rain on Sunday. I should have stayed at home, but my daughter mentioned that she wanted to go for a walk. On the west hill of the People's Park, I thought that the park in the wind and rain would definitely have unique scenery. The wind and rain could not stop the pace of progress, so our whole family went to the park with an umbrella each, and we really felt the difference from ordinary days.
Linyi People's Park is located in the east section of Yinqueshan Road in Linyi City, adjacent to the Yi River. The West Mountain is just the highest point of the park, with the top of the mountain covering about 100 square meters. I’ve been to People’s Park several times, whether it’s for outings in spring, swimming to cool off in summer, or admiring the colors in autumn.
Arriving at the north gate of the park, the six words "Linyi People's Park" engraved on the landscape wall on the east side were inscribed by Mr. Qian Shoukuan, a famous calligrapher in Linyi. The wall made of bright giant musical notes surrounds the courtyard. The trees are lush and lush, and different musical instruments are carved under the lampposts in front of the door. Entering the gate, on the central axis of the 110-meter-long landscape path, Bach, Handel, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin, Schumann, Tchaikovsky, and Xian Xinghai are carved in chronological order from north to south. , Nie Er and other famous Chinese and foreign music masters. There are 9 landscape lamps on each side of the landscape path. The surface is engraved with the score of the local folk song "Yimengshan Minor" in Linyi City. The landscape lampposts are combined with the ground sculptures to form an entrance image with a strong sense of depth. Lehai, as if traveling across time and space to attend a music feast with famous music masters.
At the end of the landscape path is Jinque Square. Jinque Square is circular in shape and consists of a central flower bed, staff paving, Saxophone water spray sculptures, relief columns, water-friendly wooden platforms and other landscape sketches. There are 8 groups of staff paving, using stones of different colors to form the representative symbols of the staff; the saxophone water spray sculpture cleverly uses the mouth of the pipe as a water outlet, so that music and water complement each other. On the 5 relief columns, you can clearly see that 5 different pictures of ladies playing music are carved on the surface of each column. The 5 ladies in traditional Chinese costumes are playing the flute, flute, yueqin, pipa, guzheng, etc. Traditional musical instruments. A water-friendly wooden platform is set up here, where you can enjoy the view and play in the water along the steps. At this time, the lotus in the small pond was already in full bloom, trembling slightly under the beating of the rain, as if to tell us that summer has come.
We walked along the stone road towards the west mountain. There were some pebbles on both sides of the climbing path. The rainwater also had its own choice. It flowed down the stone road, forming a natural landscape of gurgling water hitting the rocks. Running water, lingering, quietly moisturizing things. The light rain on your face feels like a breeze. In this weather, walking in the park in early summer is really a wonderful thing.
Because of the rainy day, there were very few visitors to People’s Park. Walking in the park, you could not feel the hustle and bustle of the past. The whole park seemed peaceful and quiet. The scenery of the People's Park is very gorgeous on a sunny day, but at this time, the People's Park seems to be shrouded in a veil, and all the splendor and beauty are in the mist, adding a bit of emptiness and blurred beauty.
Unknowingly, we came to the wooden bridge steps, which is the only way to climb Xishan Mountain from the north. Climbing up the steps, you can see all kinds of flowers, plants and trees along the route, including green locust trees, holy and fragrant magnolia flowers, intoxicating pomegranate flowers, fine red leaves... the bright red, green, purple and goose yellow that come into view. Under the reflection of raindrops, it is exceptionally crystal clear, clear and beautiful. Look, on those plump little green leaves, the little water drops are dancing lightly and cheerfully. The water drops play a beautiful music with the flowers, grass, trees and leaves.
Seeing the familiar locust leaves reminded me of the games I played in my childhood, so my daughter and I suggested playing a game together. It was a game I often played with my friends in the spring and summer when I was a child. I picked three bunches of locust leaves, removed the leaves from one bunch, covered the locust leaves with my hands, and let my daughter draw first. What a coincidence, my daughter picked the string without leaves. She was obviously unhappy and said that this game was not good. It's funny. Although I told her the truth of the matter, it seemed that she had a little understanding, but I think maybe time will give her a better understanding of how to treat similar situations objectively.
As we looked up, the Western Mountains appeared in front of us, and we accelerated our pace. Standing at the entrance to the top of Xishan Mountain, there is a woman holding an umbrella with the words "Baoyue Electric Bicycle" on it. Looking at it, this woman is delicate and thoughtful. Obviously she is not waiting for us, but she has added a new dimension to Xishan. This woman must have come here with the expectation of rain.
Climbing the Western Mountain brought a cheer from my daughter. She must have found her own scenery, a different realm in life, and a different Western Mountain in the rain. Standing on the west mountain, I suddenly felt that the rainfall had increased a bit, and the wind was blowing harder. Apparently my daughter's strength could not withstand the wind and rain, and her umbrella was blown over several times by the wind. Standing here, I think of the words "Confucius climbed the East Mountain and Xiaolu, climbed Mount Tai and Xiaotianxia", and suddenly I felt like "climbing the Mengshan Mountain and Xiaoyimeng, climbing the West Mountain and Xiaoyi River".
Standing on the east side of Xishan, there are stone steps going down, and at the bottom is a pond. Looking from a distance, you can see the scenery of Yihe River in full view, and the island in the center of the North Lake is clearly visible. At this windy and rainy moment, Yihe River and the park merge into one, outlining a harmonious landscape of mountains and rivers. If a painter chooses this place, A wonderful stroke of flowers will surely create a wonderful city scenery.
After admiring the beautiful scenery on the west mountain, it was natural to go down the mountain to see the pond again. Going down the mountain along the east route, it is so pleasant to breathe in the fresh air, feel the raindrops, the sound of wind, the chirping of birds, and the fragrance of flowers. Because of the quietness, the natural sounds of nature that are usually not felt are filling my ears one after another. Because there were trees blocking the way, the amount of rain did not feel heavy, but the sound of water drops dripping down from the trees was clearly audible, hitting my umbrella.
Along the road, I saw an open space with several big trees towering into the clouds. When I saw a sign, I asked my daughter to identify the content on it. My five-year-old daughter easily read out "Wudang Boxing, Sword, and Health Preservation" When we asked her to explain the meaning of the eight words "Tai Chi" to us, she said that this is a place for boxing. Thinking about it, the rich life experiences in the past will definitely bring vitality to the child for her happy growth. Climbing a mountain in the rain may also add a memory to her happy childhood.
After going down the mountain, I came to the south gate of the park. A row of pavilions appeared in front of me. When I walked into the pavilion, my daughter told me that the three characters on the antique lantern hanging above the pavilion were in traditional Chinese, which is called " "Shunfengtang", looking at these three words, I fell into deep thought. I think that mastering knowledge is also a kind of power. Life may be like this. Expecting to have a smooth life and a smooth life requires a kind of wisdom. It is a blessing for our children to spend time with us, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and explore the past and present.
After passing through Shunfeng Pond, a pond appeared in front of us. There were rows of willows, lush cattails, and bright lotus flowers beside the pond. It was a quiet world. Suddenly, two little birds quietly landed on a stone not far away. I called my daughter to take a look. I guess these birds also came to experience the baptism of the wind and rain. Maybe our conversation disturbed them. The two birds Fly together. The lotus flowers here are blooming happily. The lotus flowers blooming in many places bring out the beauty of the park in the wind and rain. The lotus flowers in front of Shunfeng Pond are close enough to see. Most of the more than 20 lotus flowers are red flowers, but two are white flowers, but the stamens are They are all yellow, and only those who are careful can see them appropriately. A breeze blew by, and I saw the woman I met in Xishan sitting quietly in the pavilion of Shunfeng Pond. With this situation, this little woman must be reluctant to leave. I watched and felt the park's comfort at the slowest pace, but my mood was very light.
Walking in the park in the rain, with light rain touching my skin, a gentle breeze blowing up my skirts, and the fragrance of flowers lingering on my hair, my mood is moist, light, and intoxicating. At this time, it seems that the noise and troubles of the world have already left me. There is no relationship anymore. Standing on the small bridge next to the pond, watching the gurgling water and fish swimming across it, you will have a feeling of lingering over the flowing water on the small bridge.
When I walked out of the park, I realized that the rain had wet my entire trouser legs. Thinking about it, my life is just like this ups and downs. Feeling the preciousness and splendor of life, I can ignore the wetness of the rain on the corners of my pants.