Prose ｜ Huang Chenxu: East Lake Time

Text/Huang Chenxu

If the Fuhe, South River, and Shahe are the blue blood of the city in Chengdu, then the East Lake and Qinglong Lake are the clear heart that is worthy of longing. Suddenly, in Chengdu, there must be more or less picnic experience. In addition to the fireworks of the city, the ancient Li Du poetry, another beauty of Chengdu is a hidden modern poem.

So I went to East Lake once, although we are not an Internet celebrity, not a photographer who is good at capture. The girlfriend is wearing a long orange skirt, and we are prepared to be mango, longan, loquat and small dots. I thought that poems needed imagery. In order to fill, I bought a bunch of orange bubble roses.

The sun was full that day. We went south of Binhe Road in Shi Niuyan. The flowers and plants everywhere were cute, and the East Lake under the umbrella looked clearer. We continue to approach, it turns out that here is very hearty. When choosing a place, even if it is picky, it can be seen. There are many places worth snuggling lakes.

"The flowers you bought today are very good with the skirts I bought." I found out that the flowers are orange, her skirt is also orange, and she laughed very freely, like the flowers in summer.

I fluttered the cloth pads and looked at the East Lake. I think I am cheating, it is the condensation of lifestyle, that is, the sense of ritual and picnic is very good, and the picnic is very good with the East Lake.

On a slope, to be precise, it is the tilted lakeside. The sun can only pass through the narrow gap of the poplar trees. The sky and the lake are close at hand. She smiled with the orange rose.

"Is the plums not delicious? Why do you only bite?" There are many, but there are always some coming and going. We are no exception, while looking at them and watching the lake. When they were awkward, we smiled secretly.

The lake is divided into several sections, and the middle of the lake is a continent. The curved song of Zhou, one end connected to the east coast, one end connected to the west coast. The west is slightly larger, the trees above are lush, and the area should accommodate a lot of picnic people, only a tent showed. The east side is slightly smaller, with only a few small willow trees.

It turned out to be two continents, because there was a little distance in the middle of the lake. The color of the lake and the trees and the continent transitioned too hazy, but it was not found at the beginning. When we come back, the people taking pictures on the lake have disappeared in the red leaves over there.

The time lying on the lake is not long, and the two always have to speak. "You sniff the flowers, I'll come to the scene." "Then I send you these photos to you, I will post on Weibo first." Very natural motivation, I put the bouquet beside her skirt, no filter, The watercolor feeling of oil painting is seen. At this time, you may write a modern poem, or a few lyrics, such as "My flower clusters, your skirt. The egret under the clear sky is close, and the unnamed river reflect the blue sky."

However, at this time, it is even more worthy of rebellion, and the text seems weak. I prefer to take pictures because the background is the lake. I want to make a joke: I will taste it for a long time in a hot pot restaurant, and I will be "aging" after sitting in the teahouse for a long time. What would happen to the tavern for a long time? I didn't have much to speak. But I have been sitting by the lake for a long time, especially the sunset, and I feel sleepy.

Some people say that Chengdu is leisure, and some people say that Chengdu is hot. Today, it seems that it is well -tuned and colorful, more like Chengdu's true colors.

"There are mulberry trees nearby, you look at the ground." The purple mulberry fell on the tree -lined road on the river. But I didn't see the mulberry tree until we walked a short journey. It was a large mulberry tree, which is different from the faint grass and sea of ​​flowers far away. The mulberry is not dense. This is the green shade, which is slightly deeper. There is a sea of ​​flowers over there, which is slightly fresh. There is nothing to refer, metaphorical, rising, or meaning. In East Lake, petals are petals, and green is green.

Suddenly, I feel that it is worth breaking the artistic conception of poetry. Because in the fresh season, you should experience the most true and recent beauty, without too much thought. Why do you need to routine? At least sitting on the shore of the East Lake, I have a tedious choice, only a clear East Lake.

It is not the finishing touch, but the true poem, just like this lake in the city, fresh.

【About the Author】

Huang Chenxu, a member of the Chengdu Writers Association, a director of the Wenjiang District Writers Association of Chengdu, and a member of the Wuhou District Writers Association of Chengdu.

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