Do you often see prose in your daily study, work or life? In a narrow sense, prose refers to a literary genre that goes hand in hand with poetry, novel and drama. I believe many people find prose difficult to write, right? The following is the beautiful prose of Yingshanhong that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect it. Beautiful Essays of Yingshanhong 1
The first time I heard about Yingshanhong, it was a childhood movie called "Sparkling Red Star", with red stars, red flags and red flowers, especially the heart-shaking episode: "If you want the Red Army to come, the mountains will be full of Yingshanhong ...". Nowadays, the story in the movie has long been blurred. Only this beautiful melody and that touching feeling remain, which has been accompanied by the germination and growth of my young mind. The bright and brilliant azalea bears the passion and dreams of my childhood and the hope for a better future.
The first time I really saw Yingshanhong was when I was in middle school and ran a farm in a place called Pipaxi. One of my classmates said that we also have Yingshanhong on this mountain. That spring, the sleeping Shan Ye just showed a little green, and the earth just recovered, and Yingshanhong opened up alone against the chilly spring breeze. Walking to the mountain with my classmates is like walking into the ocean of flowers, and the azalea floats away like a ribbon, without its beginning or its end; Like a group of lively and cheerful children, they are playing. They are touching me, I am touching you, pushing and squeezing each other, only to see their red Chinese-style chest covering, but not their figure. In the morning sun, it shows the beauty of implication and the fragrance is refreshing.
Yingshanhong has been named since the Tang Dynasty. It is a kind of rhododendron and a famous flower in China. It likes to grow on the steep walls of high mountains. When it is in full bloom, it is dense and beautiful, and it is praised as "beauty in flowers". It shines its beauty in Shan Ye, adorns gardens, wins the favor of many people, and is often sung by literati.
azalea flowers are pink, and each flower has five or six petals. The stamens are like the whiskers of butterflies, one next to the other, and one is crowded with another, which is lovely. Although there are no bees dancing for it and no thrush singing for it, it is still blooming, looking from a distance, connected with the sky and dyed the sky red. The mountain's azalea is more and more delicate and charming under the green leaves, and the round and bright dewdrops are crystal clear, quietly nestling on petals or green leaves, and the sunshine is reflected with colorful light, which makes the world of flowers more hazy and psychedelic.
According to legend, Du Yu, the king of Shu in ancient times, loved his people very much. He lived in seclusion after meditation, and became a cuckoo after his death. Every spring, the cuckoo flew to wake up the people, "Spread the grain in pieces, spread the grain quickly", and his mouth cried blood. The blood stained the azaleas all over the mountain, and today's azalea was born.
This spring, more than a dozen old junior high school students agreed to revisit Pipa Creek, the place where the farm was run in those years, in search of some youthful memories. Decades later, we came to the place where Yingshanhong grew again. It was still so beautiful and red. Local villagers said that Yingshanhong is not only beautiful in flowers, but also edible in petals, sweet and sour in taste, which can help quench thirst and has some medicinal value. In the 199s, the local people tried to transplant it into their own fields. Although they tried many ways, they didn't succeed. They either died or didn't blossom, so people had to give up. When we set up a farm there, we found that loquat trees were growing everywhere in the upper reaches of loquat creek, and the lower reaches were azalea. This natural wonder, the mystery of which is still unknown.
azalea is not as precious as peony, as elegant as lotus and as delicate as narcissus. It was born in the light Shan Ye, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of snow and ice cover, stubbornly living, blooming year after year. It will not be desolate because of unappreciation and loneliness, but only brilliant for the arrival of spring. Quietly in the world of flowers, smelling the faint fragrance, watching the quietly blooming azalea swaying in the wind, so quiet, quiet and clean without the disturbance of the world. This is my hometown! Beautiful Essays by Ying Shanhong 2
Nature is fair. When she arranges the scenery all the year round, she gives both spring breeze and rain dew to Ying Shanhong.
On the bus back to Shitai from Chizhou, I looked across the window, and there were always large tracts of rape flowers that could not be avoided and jumped into my eyes, showing off their splendor and brilliance without scruple. The scattered azalea on the mountain is hidden in the jungle, which seems a little cold and lonely, which makes people feel a little sad. But they are still open, because spring is theirs.
in fact, when I was young, our children liked azalea instead of rape blossoms, because at that time, I thought rape blossoms were not for viewing, but for cooking long rapeseed. Although it is also very vigorous and beautiful, it has not been favored by us. Maybe only adults will be filled with joy when they read it. What about Yingshanhong? Delicate and beautiful, she is more like a flower than a rape flower. You can also eat it. Take off the stamens and chew the petals in your mouth. It tastes sour and sweet. We used to fold them in large numbers, insert them in doorframes or keep them in glass bottles. Although it will fade in a day or two, it can also brighten the Peng wall for a while. I remember when I was a child, every year when Yingshanhong was in full bloom, that is, when the tea season in my hometown arrived, groups of tea pickers from Zongyang crossed the Yangtze River and came to live in our households. Most of them are girls around the age of twenty, which is the age of flowers. Every day when they come back from picking tea, I see many people have one or two azalea flowers on their heads or sideburns, which are more delicate and charming against their youthful faces. Their biggest wish to pick tea is to get a set of wooden dowry from our hometown and take it back to Jiangbei after the tea season. And some of their companions developed feelings with some young men in my hometown, and later married to our hometown, becoming a blossoming "azalea" in our hometown.
At that time, there were so many red azaleas on the mountain, and they were all over the mountain, and they were so hot.
Yingshanhong can be discounted in large quantities if you want, and no one will blame you; No one can pick rape flowers. She is not only a flower, but also the future cooking oil. Anyone who picks rape flowers casually is squandering natural resources and ruining food, which even the children in their hometown know. My biggest dream when I was a child, even now, is to lie down and sleep in the rape fields and have a dream that I can become a little bee or a little butterfly, dancing freely among the flowers.
Every year when I go back to my hometown in the spring, I always meet and get to know rape flowers along the way. This seems to be a long-standing tacit understanding between nature and me. Whether on foot or by car, the rich aroma of rape flowers always comes in bursts, even into the window, so you can't avoid it. Flowers bloom with the seasons, and spring is always sentimental. If your heart is more careful, you will find that rape flowers always bloom in the low places and in the fields, while azalea always blooms in the high places, on the hillside and between thorns and barren forests. Rape flowers are cared for and paid attention to, while Yingshanhong always fends for itself; Rape blossoms are ostentatious and high-profile, while Yingshanhong is always so humble and careful, which makes people feel distressed. If the rape flower is compared to a noble lady who has become a jewel in the room, then Yingshanhong is a small jasper who hides in a boudoir and occasionally pulls open the homespun curtain to visit the spring, and it is like a shy little sister next door who looks at you with her head tilted, smiles and disappears. Separated by such a long or short distance, are rape flowers and azalea also facing each other?
Every spring comes and goes, I just wish these ordinary flowers in the world bloom, thank you and bloom again. At this point, they are happier than others, because their lives are always in samsara. 3
The unexpected cold of spring can't hide the thick spring in April, and the azaleas are blooming all over the mountains, and they also rush to attend the spring festival. Look, on the mountain, on the edge of the cliff, beside the river ditch, or in clusters, like flames jumping, or overwhelming, like flames. Shan Ye was dyed red, the village was lit up, and Yingshanhong-it's really an alias of an image.
If you look closer, you will find that there are several colors of Yingshanhong, including red, yellow and white, and red is divided into pink, pink, red and purple. It is really colorful and dazzling. There are also flexible branches, furry leaves, lined with thousands of "small horns" that are full of water and spirits. Tingting is swaying and swaying, like dancing in the wind, and like playing a "song to the sky" together, which makes people daydream and shake their hearts.
Pick a flower, remove the stamen, chew it in your mouth and play childhood tricks. A faint fragrance floated from the closed eyes, and the sour and sweet fruit flavor awakened those distant dreams that I didn't know where they were lost.
A group of male and female cowboys ran wildly all over the mountain, each holding flowers when they came down, and their faces turned red with smiles. Children in the country love wild flowers, and when they look so red, we can't help but have a whimsy. So in that era when there was a lack of fruit, it became our food, and even cooked it in an iron pot on the shelf. Of course, the cooked taste is not good, but what we glean with joy is the happiness we will never forget.
In an instant, he became a teenager, and a piece of white cloth pulled up on the threshing floor made our thirsty hearts have idols from now on. Pan Dongzi's story, how many times we performed it with guns and dancing sticks, provoked adults to ask for dinner and never found anyone. At that time, I got a red five-star from my retired uncle, and every time I played Pan Dongzi, I naturally belonged to me, so I often woke up with that hat badge in my sleep. In particular, the theme song "Sparkling Red Star" and an affectionate song "Yingshanhong" have accompanied me all the way to today. Whenever I see the azalea blooming, I can't help humming "the azalea is blooming all over the ridge".
I recall Yang Wanli's poem: "Why do you have to watch the spring breeze in a famous garden, and the flowers along the way will bear the burden?". Every day, Jinjiang is like a brocade, and Qingxi shines on the mountain red. " Indeed, Yingshanhong is just a flower in the backcountry, and she has never been a scholar. Naturally, it is not comparable to those beautiful peonies, charming and enchanting roses and peonies in famous gardens, and it is not strange girl. However, she is simple and fresh, passionate and full of the vitality of a small jasper, and she is also arrogant and stubborn. It is a free and true portrayal and can also win favor and respect. And "Qingxi reflects the mountain red" is a stunning landscape painting.
the mountains are green and the mountains are white and full of rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules; There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so sericulture is planted in the fields. Under the long white clouds, pieces of paddy fields look like a mirror. "Cuckoo-Cuckoo-"Cuckoo urged, and its figure glided across the sky, and its voice was still in my ears. Is this elf Wang Di Du Yu? Are you reminding people not to miss the farming season, or are you calling his beloved concubine? No matter which version, the legend is so touching, but the blood spilled on the river and the rhododendron dyed red, and from then on, it was a consistent conclusion.
thoughts gallop in the historical sky, passion is ignited by fiery pictures, and the mountains and plains are full of azaleas, which not only offer us wonderful things, but also nourish our nearly dry hearts. The beautiful prose of Yingshanhong 4
The flower language of rhododendron represents the joy of love. It is said that people who like this flower are pure and innocent. The motto of azaleas is that when you see azaleas blooming all over the mountain, it is the time when love comes. ——————— Inscription
Knowing that we were going back to our hometown to hang the grave, my cousin said, bring some azalea back, and my son hasn't seen azalea yet! So, I have another task.
I walked on the mountain road in my hometown, and although there were some bumps at my feet, the clear mountain wind gave off the fragrance of grass and earth, which was heart-warming. The mood is particularly sunny, and my thoughts are as active as a naughty child. Especially the scattered azalea embedded in the trees, bunches of clusters, like the morning glow. I couldn't help humming the song "Ying Shan Hong" in the movie "Sparkling Red Star". "Yingshanhong, Yingshanhong". Before I finished singing, my accompanying cousin interrupted my singing: Sister Qiang, I'm telling you, when the bronze statue of Chairman Mao was transported back to Shaoshan, the Yingshanhong in Shaoshan Chongli was in full bloom. It was October day. It's amazing I stopped singing and asked, Really? Cousin said: It's true. I went to pick it. The conversation was full of excitement and joy. Abruptly I have a mystery about azalea. Let me walk into it and have it ... < P > My hands itch when I look at azalea on the roadside. Rushed over and picked one. Cousin smiled and shouted, Don't worry. There are many azaleas on grandparents' graves. Enough for you to pick.
I walked all the way to recall my childhood life in my hometown. At that time, my father was far away in the army to participate in the measurement of the border, and my mother worked in a small pharmaceutical factory. My mother's salary could not support me and my grandmother. My mother often went to other people's vegetable fields to pick up discarded rotten leaves or trimmed pumpkin flowers, ate some rice by herself, and left the better dishes from the canteen for my grandmother to eat. My grandmother saw that my mother's life was so hard that she could not eat well, which led to insufficient milk. In desperation, when I just turned 4 days old, I spent my childhood in my hometown, and the deepest memories of my childhood are baked sweet potatoes and azalea.
My grandmother is a very delicate old man, who often tells us some strange stories. Now that I think about it, my grandmother should have studied in some private schools, and her juanxiu is full of classical ladylike temperament. In her later years, her grandmother still has clear ears, walks like a fly, and speaks clearly and kindly. I have never met my grandfather. Just by looking at my grandmother's cleverness, I can understand why my father is so smart and handsome.
The myth of azalea is one of the stories my grandmother told us. It was a night when azalea was in full bloom. My cousins and I sat around Sunguping and played by moonlight. My grandmother told us the legend of azalea.
It is said that a long time ago, there was a girl looking for her brother who went up the mountain to cut firewood. She lived alone with her brother, and his brother didn't come back for a long time in order to let his sister have a warm winter. My sister shouted as she walked along the mountain road, and her deep call echoed in the empty valley in the deep mountains. Tears have dried up. But she still couldn't find her brother, so she missed him. Finally, the flame of missing dyed her tears into deep red blood and dripped on the flowers. Flowers dyed the mountain red. People call it Yingshanhong.
There is another legend about Yingshanhong. Legend has it that the emperor of Shu was named Du Yu. He is a very responsible and diligent king, and he loves his people very much. Seeing that people are happy and forget their worries, he is worried. In order not to miss the farming season, he runs around every spring sowing season, urging people to sow quickly and grasp the spring light.
However, year after year, people get into the habit of not sowing until Du Yu comes.
Finally, Du Yu broke down from overwork and bid farewell to his people. But he still can't forget the people. His soul turned into a bird, and every spring, he flew around, making a loud cry: quickly spread the grain, quickly spread the grain. Cry until blood flows out of your mouth. Bright red blood drops fell all over the mountains and turned into beautiful flowers.
people were moved, and they began to learn from their good monarch.