花 花 荻 荻 荻 荻 荻 Wenyun

Autumn morning dawn. Zhang Chenglin Photo

A glass of wine filled with sunset was poured into the long riverside, so the center of the water was full of sparkling light. The ripples wrap it gentle, and the flowers will write the acacia into the poetry line, and the reed flowers are placed properly. At this moment, seeing the sunlight falling into the bird's nest directly, the feather of returning to the crow is about to melt. Like the evening breeze, I have become the supporters of the flowers and reed flowers.

The flowers on the banks of the riverside seem to have a tenderness like water, interpreting elegance in the calmness, and poetry from the blandness. I imagine that a person walked from the upper reaches of the river holding a few snow -white reed flowers, and the other person folded a few flowers to walk upstream. People will always meet, and reed flowers and 荻 flowers will also become confidant in the dusk of light breeze. One like snow and one like clouds. They use new poetic style to write the poetic of classical beauty.

The flowers of the reeds drove the river and swarmed. In the face of Lu Yan, I always unconsciously miss my nostalgia, miss the water in the memory of the memory, miss the homeland in the memory, and miss the years when they are wrapped around by plants. In the impression, Lu and 乎 seemed to be born with the water, and it was raised by the wind, so many people regarded the reed flowers and the flowers as a thing. The ancients also liked to use the reeds. The poems such as the in front of the continent "" The four seas are the family today, so the base of Xiao Xiao Lu Qiu Qiu "is countless, but in fact the two are different.

The flower is a herbaceous plant of the water and land, and its figure can be seen next to the water. The blue sky and white clouds, the breeze slowly, a cluster of light purple flowers shake with the wind, calmly and the wind, and show the poetry of life to the fullest. The flowers are more agile and elegant than the reed flowers, seemingly three -dimensional and angular, and more tough and beautiful. Its leaves are more slender. Its flowers have a visible grainy, like snow in the sky, and it can feel the thickness of snow on the branches and leaves.

This flowers should be Bai Juyi's 荻 这, which is the cluster of "Puyang Jiangtou Night, Maple Leaf Flowers Autumn". The Jiangfeng is cool and cool, the cold color is covered with willow branches, but the blooming flowers are still unique. It is difficult to not touch the scenery. The snow in a person's life is unclear, and the sluggish flowers are the witnesses of everything. It knows that the silent moonlight has covered some frustrated sadness, and under the calm water surface may cover up huge sadness. And the words "the same thing as the world fall, why meet each other" is just a slightly insignificant thing in the snow.

"Wetland in shallow water, a cluster of the reeds of grace", the reed flower is inseparable from the water, and its bones have a tenderness of a fisherman woman. The reed flower is a little soft than the 荻 flowers, it looks round and soft, and it is more gentle. When the flowers bloom, it is like a large cloud, with a magnificent beauty, which is still intoxicating. I saw a large piece of reeds driving one after another, driving from the banks of the river to the opposite bank. The amazing beauty even left a fishing boat in the reed flowers, and it was not returned until the stars were filled, let alone that one was plundered. White birds passing by.

The sentences in the Book of Songs are also shocked by a fluttering reed flower. The beautiful girl is as beautiful as Cang Cang, how can people not afford acacia? The shaking people scratched the depths of the reed flowers, the closer to the softness, the more the shadow of the heart. The seeds of love have a new reed on the river. When next year, this cloud will definitely make this cloud more lush.

The autumn depth cold and heavy grapefruit yellow, the cluster of the reeds reflected the sun. I folded a few reeds from my hometown and took them home and put them on the coffee table. When the sun shot in, the white white looked gentle and beautiful, and seemed to include the love of all things in the world. So I wrote such a small poem: the flowers of the flowers, the Luhua Wenyun/One person is the snow on the ground of another person/another person is a person's sky cloud/person scenery. Tenderness is all kinds of kinds of mountains, such as the mountains dyed the mountains, such as the stars, all the loves of the stars/all love ... (Du Mingfen/Wen)

Source: Shijiazhuang Daily Client

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