Article 1: the fragrance is light and the shadow is thin, and the snow is fragrant and beautiful.
That night, I met my friend and walked through the snow in Xun Mei.
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Moonlight, soft and condensed luminosity, shines on Cher, Meier and us. Cher is soft and full of plum blossoms. The sky is clear after the snow, and the stars are shining with naughty eyes, looking at the beautiful scenery of the world of mortals with rapt attention. If possible, will that uneasy feeling drift away, walking hand in hand in the snow in Xun Mei? The breeze blows up the snow on plum blossoms, messing up our hair, making our hair full of fragrance, unrestrained with infinite feelings for plum blossoms, two lines of footprints, traces of snow kisses, quiet night and light wind, especially plum blossoms. We smiled at each other, at the same time reached out and stroked the branches of plum blossoms, discussing the petals of plum blossoms, which were so delicate, thin and pure, without any cowardice because of the weather in cool thin. Snow kissed May's lips like an angel. Snow because of plum, because of snow, has increased the charm of a thousand points, and got wet in the sand with our thoughts. So we slowed down and strolled through Shenyuan Merrill Lynch.
Walking through a stone road, the lotus pond was covered with silver moonlight. Against the backdrop of snow, this is also like a dream scene in a fairy tale world. There is a thick layer of snow hanging on the willows on the shore, which is similar to midsummer in the moonlight. Seeing such scenery, I imagined seeing Lu You pacing in time and space, whispering a poem: I can't help but ask questions by pulling his skirts. How can I be entitled to enjoy beauty because of beauty? The feelings of a little girl can't forgive him for shyly signing his name on the divorce certificate. May can be cold and open, but she can't catch her love. Lu You turned around and sighed lightly: Yukikaze is more awe-inspiring and has the highest integrity among flowers. If it is out of date, it will gradually drift away, and shame will pity the east wind. Isn't this the best description of her? , and then left. With a sigh, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were far away and I was admiring the plum blossoms in confusion.
A breeze blows on your face, the fragrance of plum blossoms permeates your nose, and the starry sky in the long moon makes a sigh clearer. No matter what happens, you have your own destiny. You come and go for love, just like plum blossoms reflecting snow. This is a beautiful scenery. Although it is short, it stays in your heart. If there is no bone-chilling pain, there will be no eternal love and wonderful hairpin phoenix, which gives us the truth that it was difficult for us to cross the sea. Lu You wrote many poems about plum blossoms. Perhaps, every sentence has its own, and Tang Wan!
Look at Shen Yuan again, the moonlight is dim and the horizontal oblique shadow is sparse. A little cold, a castle is in front of us, accompanied by friends, pacing to, "guests come to tea for wine, bamboo soup for cooking, as usual, window and moon, only plum blossoms are different." A handsome and elegant man, making tea, naturally reveled in the beauty of the notice, accompanied by moonlight, disturbed by us, but did not blame the arrival of two women, met for tea, and the tea was fragrant.
"Plum Blossom" is a traditional flower in China, symbolizing happiness, happiness, longevity, smoothness and peace. Plum blossom is not only elegant and elegant, which makes poets and painters in ancient and modern times admire it, but also is respected by the world for its ice muscle jade bone and lingering fragrance. There are many literati in China who love and praise Mei. "
"Mei is the birthday girl among the flowers. There are thousands of years of ancient beauty in many parts of our country. There is a golden plum in Huangmei County, Hubei Province, which is over 1600 years old and still blooms at that age. The image of plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow, lingering fragrance in the cold, iron bones and ice hearts, and high morals and bright festivals inspires people to make unremitting efforts to meet the arrival of spring. Mei, with her noble, strong and modest personality, gives people the motivation to make progress. "
Before you know it, it's dusk, and the sun shines on Meiyuan through the mist. I think the poet Du Lei walked through the snow in Xun Mei on a cold night and under the moonlight, and got this masterpiece! Xun Mei is making tea, enjoying the snow scene and feeling indifferent and natural. Plum fragrance is elegant, and tea fragrance is meaningful. The white snow washed away the hustle and bustle of the world, and the carefree ethereal spirit merged into it and closed my eyes. Life is like silk. If it is, it is detachment in smelling plum blossoms, stepping on snow and tasting tea. Life is also plum, snow and tea, blending into the natural essence of heaven and earth. Blindly care about the gains and losses of fame and fortune, but lose the simplicity and nature, lose the authenticity, and find yourself.
At the beginning of the morning fog, the sun shines and the snow melts slightly. Cher, who is crystal clear as dew in plum blossoms, holds her head up with a smile, and the melted dew is crystal clear in the sun, which adds to Mei Jiao's figure. Looking around, the first thing that catches your eye is pure white plums, which are evenly smudged and painstakingly described with a little nectar; That delicate powder; Slightly pigmented red; Pale elegance, pale yellow; Charming and graceful, people linger, no matter where they look, they are reluctant to part. I think, a cultivated craftsman must be a graceful person. The Millennium plum blossom feeling in his chest will eventually spend thousands of trees overnight, and he will find his own exquisite brushwork, not a poet, but better than a poet, and put on the charm of loving beauty and cherishing plum blossoms, such as color matching and dreamy colors, so that the soul can drink sweetness after hunger and thirst.
As soon as I left, I said goodbye to my friends, and each of them wrote a poem in memory of me.
Xue Mei (1)
A little dream and a little show, the heart is a beautiful branch, the shadows between the flowers are sparse, and the snow is elegant.
Close friendship, tonight is long.
Xue Mei (II)
Let a piece of blue sky shine, powder core ice spoony.
Cold ling is not afraid of flowers and trees, and several lovers don't know each other.
Xue Mei (3)
There are people under the trees among the flowers, making tea and enjoying plum blossoms all over the world.
Snow has its own bosom friend, and Xue Mei has reflected each other for many years.
I don't know how to write Mei until I write it. Perhaps the poems and songs of past dynasties gave her too much pen and ink, too many famous poems and sentences. I don't know what wonderful words I can write. I have written several times but I can't write touching words. The smeared language around is rough and emotionless. I just stopped writing and enjoyed the plum in ancient poems and songs. That night, the dream was like this!
Chapter 2: In the midsummer of July, the fragrance of Koizumi Creek is sparse.
In midsummer July, Koizumi by the stream is cool.
Koizumi slipped into the stream quietly. The stream also opened its heart, full of energy and nourished by the clear stream.
In July in midsummer, the grass on the west side of Koizumi is faint.
The grass, swaying gently with the wind, dances gracefully, is lush and fragrant. Fragrant and soft texture attracts guests hiding in the jungle in hot summer. Three hemp yellow wild rabbits jumped in and enjoyed this delicate lunch leisurely.
In the midsummer of July, by the water grass stream, it is quiet and desolate. Quiet streams, clear and shallow water, have also become a little uneasy.
Suddenly, in the east of Xitou Qingquan, an unexpected visitor came-a little yellow dog. At this time, Ma Tu, who is quietly enjoying the delicious food, is immersed in this shallow green land, and I don't know that another guest has come. It crossed over and came to the mountain rabbit with joy. When Xiao Huang walked to the front, he was so surprised that he jumped wildly and ran away. With a flick of his finger, he jumped into the jungle and watched the situation from a distance.
Xiao Huang was shocked. Look around. Is there anything unusual? ! But it seems to understand something. In the direction of the mountain rabbit, it barked a few times and came running. The mountain rabbit immediately disappeared into the depths of the jungle. It had to look at the "rabbit" and sigh, just looking at the mountain rabbit disappearing into the jungle, not knowing what to say. Why are they avoiding me? It had to turn around, ran a few steps in disappointment, stopped, and slowly walked two or three steps. At this time, it lazily came to the spring. The clear spring water attracted it, aroused its dry heart, and its thirsty lips wriggled in the heat. It waded two steps in the shallow stream to see if the soft soil by the stream was strong enough, but it took a step back, then stepped on it and stopped. It slowly put down the little old melon, craned its neck, spit out a dry, white and pure red tongue, and quickly licked the clean water twice, which was extremely cool. Xiao Huang trembled slightly, and it was only a momentary expression.
In the summer of July, there are circular ripples on the stream, one circle, two circles and three circles. ...................................................................................................................................................
In the midsummer of July, the sky is hot and the cicadas are quiet.
After a full meal, Xiao Huang reclined under a green willow tree next to Koizumi by the stream. It is too lazy to walk, occasionally raising its head and staring at the distant jungle with deep eyes, occasionally lowering its head and staring at the distant clear spring stream after splashing water, and occasionally staring at the distance with nostalgia. ...
In the summer of July, beside Koizumi Creek, the grass is growing and the footsteps are photocopying.
By the shallow stream, there are short and long grass left after gnawing, jumping rabbits, jumping tits, and playful little yellow brother ..........................................................................................................................................'s fragrant tassels, the most beautiful page, which brings together summer fragrant and beautiful photos. ...
Background: One summer day in July, the heat was unbearable, and the stream in front of the old house was rushing. I walked through Koizumi Creek, and by chance, I was amazed by the sight of this moment, leaving a beautiful photo album. ...
Chapter 3: Thin shadows and oblique fragrance floating
In today's world, Li Can is regarded as a very beautiful place.
The place where Qin Shihuang seized power was Mount Li. The romantic emperor of the Tang Dynasty-Yang Yuhuan, the stunning beauty that Tang Xuanzong fell in love with, bathed in powder in Lishan; Zhou Youwang's favorite beacon tower praised the princes for laughing at Mount Li; Mount Lishan Terracotta Warriors and Horses Array, known as the eighth wonder in the world; The "Bin Jian Ge" of the "Xi 'an Incident" is located in Lishan Mountain.
Li Can is a generation of tianjiao.
These historical traces have been silent for many years. Who has ever seen her so arrogant, so proud and so prominent as she is today!
It is precisely because this world-famous resort has been developed by the current trend of social reform and opening up that it is thriving and hot, demonstrating the spirit of history and making the scenery here more attractive today. Rows of classical buildings, with white walls and tiles, are of a modern style. Even the toilets are ancient buildings, with fashionable interiors and a quaint atmosphere.
In this elegant and exotic charming place, an inconspicuous Red Flag Hotel reveals a kind of Leng Yan and simple color.
Hongqi Hotel is located in an alley several hundred meters away from Huaqing Pool. Although the appearance is a bit wild and shabby, it can make people see a kind of beautiful scenery of "the shadow is thin and the water is shallow, and the moon is fragrant". ,
The facade is surprisingly dull, and the frame gate is scarlet, old and dull, especially like an ancient temple in the mountains. The left and right sides of the gate are transformed business facades, about four of which are only six or seven square meters square. Snacks, clothes, stationery, groceries. Although the storefront is small, it is very prosperous, and it is crowded with its owner, the state-run Red Flag Guest House. It is like a married bride, hiding her face in shame, making people invisible and unrecognizable. If my friends from Huaqing Industrial and Commercial Office hadn't led me to check in, I never thought it would be a hotel, which was called the home of tourists in the 1970s.
The hotel is not big, very rustic, full of brick and wood tile houses. Entering the gate is the court hall, and setting a window in the aisle is the accommodation registration room, which is simple and lifeless. This courtyard is very much like the ancient deep courtyard of a wealthy family in China. It is zigzag and spacious.
Entering the intermediate people's court, there is a row of houses in front, and the wooden lattice windows are carved with lintels; There are two rows of houses on the left and right, which are specially designed for passenger accommodation. The guest room is very small. It seems that it used to be a big room, but later it was transformed into two small rooms. The heat wave in the tourist resort also made this humble place hot, so in order to meet the requirements of tourists, it had to be transformed into a single cabin.
Each suite is seven or eight square meters with two rooms and single rooms. Although the equipment inside is not luxurious and shiny, it still looks generous and elegant. The single room is equipped with color TV, electric fan and Simmons sofa bed, which can be enjoyed by one person; If you are a couple, you can also share a room and put two sets of bedding on the bed. At the head of the bed, I managed to plug into a sofa seat, which was worn out and showed cotton wool. There is a small table in front of the window, painted ochre. Although the elderly can't recognize their true colors, they are still dignified and chic.
In this hostel, what you can see is a brand-new washstand that you haven't seen for a long time. The structure of the washstand is very simple, without dazzling brilliance, but its existence makes people's eyes hot and their nostalgia aroused. In the 1970s, I went to the countryside for an interview, and I saw this style of washstand in some large families and some county guest houses. At that time, whoever could have a unique couple could be called a rich family. The washstand is a symbol of a wealthy family. How I longed for it at that time! This antique washstand has two round wooden poles standing high on the front, which are more than 50 centimeters long. There is a beam at the top and a beam in the middle, but the beam at the top protrudes to both sides, just like the plow handle used by farmers (an old-fashioned tool for sowing wheat). An oval mirror is set between the two beams for people to wash and dress.
I haven't seen such a washstand for many years. It's really rare that it still exists. Rare is rare, but very useful. Wipe your face and look in the mirror to know if the dirt on your face has been washed away. It is really convenient. Such a hotel, with such things, is really a bit quaint and elegant.
Very simple hotel, very human and attractive. There are not many passengers staying during the day. In the dark, the guest room is empty and all the rooms are full. As far as the conditions here are concerned, it is difficult to make a name for yourself in this winning place: there is no air conditioning and no heating. There is no luxurious decoration. Who wants to come without a graceful young lady?
Speaking of the service staff here, there are very few. There are only two students in class one, and there is a big difference in age. Those in their early twenties can be called "Miss" and those in their early forties can be called "Big Sister". There are different sizes, different heights and different clothes on the body and clothes. Although his appearance is not surprising, he is very careful, extremely kind, extremely gentle in speech and slightly generous and polite in manner. Although the shop is small, its operation is flexible. Those who come to stay during the day, or talk about small business, or meet friends, for a long time or a short time, all check in, and charge for the length of time. When you go in and out of the house, you can open and close the door on call. Not boring.
I stay here in hot summer and when there is drought and water shortage. Cities are short of water, and water is often cut off. In order to meet the needs of passengers, they prepared a large water tank full of water. Getting up in the morning is the peak of water consumption, so passengers are very economical in washing, and irrelevant washing procedures are also omitted. Everyone has a psychology, that is, they are afraid that the waiter will nag if they use too much water. I didn't expect the waiter to be generous. Who is short of water? So I grabbed a spoon and added water to your washbasin to make you have a good time. When the passengers met this scene, they all looked reluctant, but the waiter said it was what they should do. Guests are greeted with smiles when they come, and they are always full of affection when they leave. Staying here for one night is like the moonlight on a summer night, so refreshing, so gentle and so glorious; More like a drizzle after a long drought, so moist and refreshing!
Looking at everything here carefully, I feel fresh from my heart. I don't know why, but I was moved by this scene. As a journalist for 30 years, I don't know how many hotels I have stayed in, and I can't help but taste the ups and downs in my life journey. I've stayed in this hotel many times, and today is the day I really feel good. In such a magnificent reform year, a person finds a foothold in foreign countries for everything. Money is very powerful, but you can see where one side puts a "red flag". It can be said that life is really boring on the road, in the process of social progress!
Chapter 4: Dim fragrance and thin shadow
When you are drunk, you can see the exquisite moon, but when you wake up, you can face the turbulent waves alone.
Who says Leng Xiang can't fly to poetry, and light sorrow can't cover heavy eyebrows? The cool breeze blows the green leaves, and Yuanyang used to be a boat companion. Eliminating alcohol is more shy for beautiful women.
Go to Xishan at dusk, don't wait for me. I'm waiting for anyone who wants to abandon the West Lake Ling Bo, but I'm afraid that my lover will disappear, and the old fish will blow the waves like tears.
The curtain can't tie the silk willow, who lives in the flower room, forgets to return to the sandbar several times, and only sings and mourns. Swinging heart waves, reflecting silent Leng Yue, according to the twenty-four bridges broken, leaving only people wandering, thinking alone, every year today, crying for whom?
Fingers bloom, flowers falling white catkins, people everywhere, deep shade, messy sails. Where is the twilight? How many people are the same, Changting tree! I saw countless sorrows, but I didn't see Chun Qing's autumn knife, which cut off all my melancholy and pain.
Since I was sent to Iraq, this desolate alley has only willow-colored alleys and small bridges and deep houses. When the pear blossoms have fallen, I will be dyed autumn. In that ancient moonlight, I will be illuminated several times, smelling faint fragrance, reflecting thin shadows and playing the flute on the plum blossom.
Regardless of cold and loneliness, the times are getting old, and we can't forget the spring breeze in the words, the spring in the pen, the flowers outside the bamboo and Leng Xiang.
Looking at the corner of the empty city, the morning light shines all over the city. Who is it? I stayed alone in the cold, looking forward to the return of the Iraqis. I never found my old acquaintance again today, but I have forgotten those ecstasy. I am very lonely. It's just that Wu Tong Yu Qiu locked the yard deep.
Out of the window of Meizhi, you can see someone's cenotaph in the distance. Under the white wall and blue tiles, there are several thin bamboo seedlings, which are full of clear tears for rainy nights. Who has leaves in his lips, plays a dark song, sings a crazy song, cooks wine silently, sniffs lightly, and several clusters of chrysanthemums cover his sleeves.
Teenagers wipe Wu Gou and reflect the bright moon on the snow table. Who can remember? In previous years, thousands of trees joined hands and the leaves were blown out, leaving only a few dead leaves. Glide plays faint fragrance and thin shadow.
Little kingfisher, since the same night, guests from the ends of the earth meet each other, smiling at the scenery and wine at dusk, watching the fence at dusk, silently remembering that there is a sad river in the north of the Yangtze River.
When she came back on a moonlit night, she was like a flower, haggard alone. Years ago, the man said, moths turned to powder, butterflies fluttered, but who was it, blowing a pool of water out of thin air, blaming who, fondling sad songs, and finding the strings hard, but she looked up and smiled, and the season had passed the small window banner.
Bleak Leng Yue dust falls, new songs turn over, singing to the floor, lingering red threshold songs, green eaves and teeth, and the cold wind at night is thin. Yellow crane Suyun plays with you, staring at the lush grass on the stage, heartless, fighting for wine to drown my sorrows, endless sorrow and joy, and drunkenness.
In a faint dream, it's hard to see Iraqis coming and going several times, with clouds in the mirror, deep in the small hall and spring scenery. Who else can I stay for?