The green verse of "picking and curling ears, not pouring baskets" has made many literati green in their hearts. Growing. Nourished. It is like a bowl of fresh green juice, nourishing the years. Gently dripping in time.

Xue Xiaozen also said, "With a slight twist, green water drips out in late spring." With a slight twist, green water dripped out, how beautiful. Reading Xue Xiaozen's curly ears is like a freshly washed green dress in late spring, and it is a bowl of rain in the spring. Clean and clear. And the city is captivating.

Curly ears come from the most beautiful scriptures of poetry. Many times for this sentence of the curling ear, and amazed. I have thought about so many plants and trees in spring, why are they curly ears? With a kind of doubt, I began to be curious about the curly ears.

According to the information, the so-called curly ear is actually a wild plant called Xanthus that grows in the riverside, in the courtyard, in the roadside barren grass, and in the shrubs. It used to be everywhere in my backyard, but I never knew that this plant could be used as medicine all over the body. Presumably, the woman in the Book of Poetry picked the ear in order to take it back for treatment. The verse describes that when a woman was picking curly ears, she remembered her husband who was fighting in a distant place and expressed her longing for her husband. In ancient times, there were many poems that used plants to express the love between men and women, and this one is one of them.

Speaking of plants, I've been obsessed with plant illustrations lately, and sometimes when I see a flower or plant I like, I pick up a pen and copy one. This affection, like the attitude of people who love nature, plants give me many feelings. For example, in Japanese literature, Natsume Soseki's lilies, Tanizaki Junichiro's kate, Yasunari Kawabata's Yaezakura, purple lilies, vine flowers and strawberries, and Tokutomi Ashika's works of natural plants. The natural plants they describe are also an attitude of Japanese people who love nature. In fact, there are many people who are influenced by plants, and one of the most influential people is the German doctor Siebauld, who collected many plant specimens during his time in Japan and wrote the famous Japanese Flora, I have read about his love for hydrangeas and Japanese flora. He named the hydrangea after his wife to express his love for the hydrangea.

Whether it is a love of flowers or a love of plants and trees, human beings live in beauty because of their love for the beauty of nature. I remember when I was a child, I wrapped my red nails with henna, and my mother asked me to go to the backyard to pick some Xanthus leaves, and the small ten fingers were wrapped in turquoise Xanthus leaves. The next morning, he hurried to find his mother, untied the thin thread wrapped in the leaves of the ear, and stretched out his hand, amazed at the night's wait. Every finger is like Dancôme. I don't know how to describe that beauty. Imprinted with such beauty on his hands, in front of his friends, stretching and stretching, now that I think about it, how beautiful is innocence, how beautiful is pure, how beautiful is that cardamom-like age, and how beautiful it is to have a clean heart in the world.

Yasunari Kawabata described the cedar tree in the ancient capital and said that how good the cedar tree is straight, how good it would be if the human heart was like a cedar tree. Yes, the human heart is like a cedar tree, it is not crooked, will it still be like this in the world?

There is a haiku that says, "Yesterday, today, tomorrow, hydrangeas are like the hearts of the world, changing day by day", whether it is hydrangeas, lilies, or xanthella, plants always contain these many human feelings. So are our kanji.

Picking and curling ears always reminds people of a woman's goodness and a woman's love. Thinking of a woman in April, walking on the bluestone path, wearing coarse cloth clothes, picking a handful of small wildflowers in her hand, the bouquet of small wildflowers is fresh, with morning dew, with a fireworks-like fragrance, with cardamom age, holding it in her hand is about to drip green water.

And the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, the birdsong is green, even the wind in the late spring has a green sound, the sound of the stream dyed green, the earth is dyed green into a horse of silk in April, warm and delicate.

Just think quietly. Thinking about it, my heart was green in vain, and the green of my heart made me reproduce the basket of spring in the Book of Poetry.

Thinking of you again, of the past. How many times do you pick curl ears?