141, Aromatic Roses (IV)

Zhongshan Park on the west side of Tiananmen, like Zhongnanhai connected to his partition wall, is actually part of the ancient Forbidden City, the inner city of the imperial palace built by the emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties, occupying the most central position in Beijing.

Tang Huawu is northwest of the south gate of Zhongshan Park in Beijing. The plane is swallow wing-shaped, and it is a greenhouse flower house. This is actually the place where the emperor raised flowers, Tang Huawu adopts the national form of color paintings and tile roofs, and the front eaves are decorated with glass windows for lighting. The east and west ends are the entrances and exits, a large one in the middle is set up with a fountain, and a piece of more than 2 meters high is placed in the center of the pool, and the culvert stone produced in the deep valley of Xiling in Yi County is placed, and the goldfish are stored in the pool.

Tang Huawu is said to update the varieties of flowers every month, to carry out special exhibitions with different flower species, has become the most beautiful place to enjoy flowers in Zhongshan Park, continuous flower exhibitions, so that this Ming and Qing Dynasty palace flower room, has become a good place for the people to appreciate the strange flowers.

Staff introduction, this season is usually held plum blossom and plum exhibition, to welcome New Year's Day and Christmas, this time to hold the monthly variety exhibition, mainly in Beijing in order to compete for hegemony, in 2016 in Beijing held the monthly season intercontinental competition, as part of the competition, in the middle of winter, as a new variety of Beijing flowers, special exhibition to Beijing citizens, attracted tourists from all over the world, of course, many are flower lovers, There are also many literary and art workers and literature lovers among them.

Jiang Feifei did not listen to the introduction of the staff, and said softly in Jiang Wan's ear, "Yueji as a perennial flower blooming in Beijing, or the best to bloom in May and June, the flowers are large and bright, now the streets of Beijing are full of Yueji's figures, the application of Beijing flowers is really extensive, in the center of the third ring road, the Yueji flower on the wall in the middle of the road, when it blooms in April and May every year, it is really the most wonderful and beautiful landscape, which flower is more beautiful and beautiful than the varieties of the exhibition." ”

Shen Xiaofu also said softly, "According to the natural growth law of flowers, the flowers that grow are of course the most beautiful, but in this midwinter season, isn't it also a pleasure to look at a wide variety of moon flowers?" What's more, there are many new varieties of the moon season here, these breeding masters are our own breeding experts, you see that the color of the May red is so bright, the growth of flowers is so strong, this is a native variety of Beijing, just now the staff said, the 2008 Olympic Games, all the contestants' flowers, this kind of moon flowers are the most beautiful. ”

Xu Gezi also said softly, "Now our era is really good, I heard that plant breeding is mainly in food crops, and now the most advanced breeding technology is also widely used in flowers, and the results of more than ten years have been so rich, and after a few decades, Beijing has not become a big garden?" At that time, the varieties of the moon season in Beijing will be more numerous, and the application of Beijing flowers will be more common. It is a flower, although as a horticultural flower, it not only has the value of appreciation, but also contains the spirit of the city, the characteristics of the four seasons of flowers, is not it also a metaphor for the great capital to embrace the world's guests? What a symbol. ”

The four of them watched the Yueji Flower Show with great interest, and when they came out of the warm Tang Flower Dock, they immediately felt the cold and biting cold wind coming, and the greenhouse was such a spring-like feeling, and it was such a cold winter when they returned outside, this contrast made them shiver.

Jiang Feifei asked for everyone's opinions, "Today we have a group activity this time, I originally wanted to make an appointment with a few more people, but Xiaomei said that the four of us are closer, so I will push the others, where do you say we are going to eat next?" It's really not easy to find a good place, we should have a good chat, and get together to relax for a day. ”

Xu Gezi said, "On such a cold day, we must eat something hot, how about we eat shabu mutton?" Let's see if there is Donglai Shun'er nearby, I've been in Beijing for so long, authentic Donglai Shun shabu mutton, I haven't eaten it yet, let's just satisfy our hunger today. ”

Jiang Wan said happily, "It's really the best idea to eat hot pot in the cold weather, take a car, go directly to Dongzhimen to eat Donglai Shun'er, that is an authentic Donglai Shun old restaurant." ”

Jiang Feifei said, "It doesn't have to go so far, we go north along the road to Ping'an Avenue, and there are several Donglai Shunshabu mutton on Ping'an Avenue, which is much closer than Dongzhimen." ”

Shen Xiaofu said, "Jiang Feifei, you are from Beijing, how can there be anything delicious, you all know, we all listen to you, can't we just follow you?" ”

Jiang Feifei has another proposal, "Let's just go to the Shichahai Lotus Market for a while, find a Donglaishun to eat, it's still too early, the three of you are studying in Beijing, but you don't know the culture of the old Beijing courtyard, there are a lot of preserved courtyards in the old city, and in Beijing, you don't understand the Hutong culture, there is no old Beijing flavor, let's just call a few human-powered tricycles, first for a two-hour Hutong tour, how about it?" ”

Xu Gezi became interested when he heard it, "I always heard about Hutong tours, I really don't know what's going on, then let's have a trip, anyway, we don't delay the time to eat, come to Beijing for so long, you should know something about old Beijing, or go home and ask what the situation in Beijing is, it's all that little thing on campus, how boring." ”

Jiang Feifei said, "We can start arranging, sit on the tricycle for a while, Ban'er Ye will introduce you to a lot of Beijing's vernacular and the knowledge of old Beijing, you don't look at it are all pedaling three-wheelers, these old Beijing can be powerful, up to the international situation, scared firewood, rice, oil and salt, can tell you what the total ideal is?" This wave of uncles is magical, don't sit in the car and don't talk to them, then you won't be able to reflect the flavor of old Beijing. ”

Soon two human-powered tricycles came to them, Shen Xiaofu pulled Jiang into a car, Jiang Feifei and Xu Gezi got on another car, from the tricycle, Shen Xiaofu chatted with the coachman in authentic Sichuan dialect, this Beijing Ban'er Ye, really knows astronomy and geography, up to the State Council, down to the firewood, rice, oil and salt of the people at dawn, he has nothing to know, the old Beijing under the root of the imperial city, Shen Kan took a trip, every time he went to a scenic spot, he introduced the ins and outs to you very clearly, especially in detail, Which alley? What is your name? What is the origin? What celebrities have lived in which compound? What's going on? The head of this board is the way, it is really like a river, so that the two young girls appreciate the style of old Beijing, after going around, finally came to the lotus market on the shore of Shichahai, stopped in front of a restaurant in Donglai Shun'er, Jiang Feifei and Xu Pigeon's car also arrived, after paying, 4 people entered Donglai Shun'er, a few guys shouted loudly, welcome, a strong Beijing flavor, immediately attracted them.

The meal eaten by the four of them was particularly joyful, chatting about the rickshaw driver of the Hutong tour, these gentlemen were full of essence, coupled with the mutton shabu of Donglaishun, they really enjoyed a bit of Beijing culture and Beijing food.

On the way back, the 4 people are still praising those board masters, just like the cross talk actors who talk about cross talk, in addition to the rich knowledge of exquisite culture, their characteristic language, the ability to tell jokes, are all unique, just finished watching the variety exhibition of the modern moon season, and enjoyed a feast of Beijing culture, so that the 4 girlfriends are beautiful.

The poetess Jiang Bang, the Beijing culture embodied in a foreign place, but the Jiangnan charm of the small bridge and flowing water in her hometown came to mind, the wonderful sound of Pingtan, the Jiangnan garden full of heritage, and the sparkling Suzhou water town, all aroused her nostalgia for her hometown, and after returning to the dormitory, the strong homesickness still reminded her of the rainy season in her hometown, and the inspiration for creation was to miss her hometown.

The clouds and smoke of my hometown

The spring day is quiet, and the warm breeze is like a watery year, as if it was gone, and it seems to be yesterday. The small town of light smoke, with a lush old banyan tree, always makes me yearn. And the fragrant white jasmine flowers, which often make me feel refreshed and relaxed. Beautiful March, you haven't come yet, and your thoughts have already shone brightly. I have a beautiful dream that is hidden on the shoulders of spring. Ah, the catkins in the wind, the lotus flowers in the rain, the green shade in the sun, and the clouds and smoke gently falling in March, are all blowing, purple and red, beautiful.

Perhaps, this is what early spring looks like; Perhaps, this is the grace of March. Time is like wine, and the years are fragrant. My heart, find your beauty in the flow of the world, just as the boat is as beautiful as the wind and the water. The wind is fragrant, the rain is sweet, the clouds are beautiful, and the sun greets me with a smile. A flat boat, quietly cutting through the tears of homesickness, the quiet lotus flowers, is the wet hometown. My heart is homesick, thinking about the sweet time that crossed the sea of time.

Half a court, a curtain of thoughts, just like this, live in the villa of dreams. The triangular plum in the smoke and rain is swaying fragrantly on both sides of the boulevard, and the bright and delicate is pityatable. A person, like a flower, when the petals leave the flower, the dark fragrance remains. The mountains and rivers, grass and trees in the hometown will be engraved in the hearts of the wanderers and linger. Although the wanderer left his hometown and went to a distant place to develop, his roots are still in his hometown, and his beloved relatives and friends are still waiting in his hometown; Therefore, no matter what, the wanderer must go home.

Dear friends, hometown gives you unexpected peace and joy, just as an oasis gives the desert. Therefore, we must never forget the nurturing grace of our parents, and do not forget the love and filial piety for our parents. Time is like water, time is like an arrow. Suddenly, a song by singer Fei Xiang "Hometown Clouds" floated in from the window. "The clouds of my hometown float across the sky, and they keep calling to me. When the breeze around me blew gently, a voice called to me: Come back, come back, wanderer of the world, come back, come back, don't wander around.

I was already tired, my eyes were full of sour tears, and the wind and clouds of my hometown erased my pain. I used to be full of pride, but I came back empty. The wind of my hometown and the clouds of my hometown have wiped away my pain." Ah, what a beautiful singing, suffocating, reverie. The wind has an appointment, the flowers are not wrong, year after year, the hometown comes to meet. Hometown is a landscape in people's hearts, she will always be so beautiful, always so beautiful, always so graceful. Japan's Sojiro's "Original Scenery of Hometown" is the best interpretation.

Often at night, I shut out the hustle and bustle of the city, put on headphones, recline in front of the window, and listen to the sound of the flute. Feel the call from the heart, the most simple and innocent feeling for all things in nature and the mountains and rivers. In the night when the ocarina lingers, the irritability in my heart and the hustle and bustle of the outside world are all drifting away like a cloud. The eyebrows and hearts are full of the sorrow and desolation of being far away from home and relatives. It is as if he saw the moonlight like water at night, in the wooden house in the forest, under the dim oil lamp, Sojiro poured out his attachment to his distant hometown.

I think hometown is like an island of light, where people are born, grow up, and then choose poetry and distance. The memory of my hometown should be the most true and pure memory that has been baptized by the years. Writer Xi Murong said: "My heart is full of happiness, because you are in front of my eyes, smiling at me, just like back then." "Hometown, precipitated several generations of clear springs, flowing with mottled poetry, in the annual rings of the years, several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn. A bright moon, a ray of silver light. The clear stream will know the hardships and exhaustion of the parents along the way.

The towering locust tree will think of the interesting story of picking up and dropping off children, and I can't say enough. The crooked path will understand how weather-beaten parents work hard to raise their children to become talents. The past is like an elegant and fresh landscape painting, without color, but with a long and distant feeling, real and credible. Hometown is a warm poem, an elegant painting, and an intoxicating word. Let the spring breeze cut a memory, and let time take away the romance at that time. The hands of the years have erased many things, but they can never erase the memory of their hometown.

The ups and downs of my hometown are like a black-and-white TV series, constantly broadcasting the plot in my mind, and the real feeling in my heart is different. It is said that time is a small boat that swims, quietly loading the ups and downs into the boat, rowing together with the blue waves, and going through hardships together; After going through hardships together, carrying endless thoughts, carrying longing and beautiful hopes for life, carrying a ship full of stars, carrying the hazy moonlight, quietly sailing into the distance......

The things of the hometown, the scenery of the hometown, and the love of the hometown are all caused by today's awe-inspiring culture, and the poetess Jiang Bang, who is still unfinished, is still wandering in the thoughts of reminiscing about her hometown, remembering the past of her hometown, remembering the memories of her childhood, and what makes him most nostalgic is the rain of her hometown.

Suzhou is a rainy city, the summer storm, there is nothing to miss, after the storm, it is a mess, and Suzhou is the most nostalgic is the rainy season, every day the fine light rain, will wash this ancient city again, in the rain is all poetic.

Rain is an ethereal poem

At night, it is particularly quiet and beautiful. The wind quietly sends wisps of fragrance, close your eyes and slowly enjoy the fresh charm. The refreshing scent of jasmine, overflowing from the corner, is very warm and comfortable. The jasmine flowers accompanied by raindrops are so crystal clear, so fresh and elegant. Pushing the window into the distance, the city floating in the rain is like rice paper splashed with ink, full of today and yesterday in the small city. The asphalt road that is in the rain, soaked in the rain, paved from the rain, and paved out of the rain; On the side of the road, there is a green banyan tree, the crown of which is like an open lotus leaf, which is beautiful and magnificent.

The triangular plum on the side of the road, around the overpass, shines brightly and dazzlingly under the moisture of rain and dew. The dim light in the rain is interpreting the taste of loneliness and loneliness, so quiet. Silence is a kind of temperament, but also a kind of indifference. The silence in the rain carries a kind of coolness and tranquility. Listen carefully, the rain flowers are very soft, very light, very soft, like the catkins floating in time and space in early summer, like a quiet serenade in the night. The rain knocks on the glass, the glass asks if the rain is tired, and the rain asks if the glass hurts. The rain is a crumpled poem, and the poem is a continuous rain! Rain is a quiet word, and the word is distant rain.

Poetry floats in the rain, and poetry hides in the drizzle. The willow leaves are flying, and the flowers are blooming; The breeze pillows on the drizzle, beckoning in the sky and falling silently into the dirt. In the distance, the houses are hazy, but in the distance, the plants are particularly verdant under the drizzle, which reminds me of the scene of "moisturizing things silently", and I enjoy the silence and depth alone. The gentle and demure rainy night, flowing with romantic rain flowers, that is the charm of love, that is the dance of love; When the raindrops are light and flowing, gently untie the light green veil of early summer.

It seems to be longing for the tenderness in the breeze and drizzle, and the intoxicating notes. The summer water is blue in the sky, and the balcony listens to the rain. Standing on the roof of the building in the rain, a drop of rain fell on my hand, silky silk, dripping like satin. The gentleness of the rain is tinged with a touch of sadness. This dreamy summer rain is like countless light and soft fingers, playing one sad and tender song after another, and every note is full of dreamy and poignant colors. The night was long and the rain was chaotic. I stood on the roof of the building and watched the rain, and the rain hit the doubts in my heart.

On a quiet rainy night, I looked at the raindrops from afar, and the thoughts that had been sealed for a long time were like a light rain falling from the sky, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, slowly touching the softness in my heart, and I was a little frightened. Looking at the rain flowers outside the window through the glass, the indescribable melancholy ignited the fireworks that precipitated the love thread, and a thick feeling in the depths of the soul spread out and built a landscape of love. The raindrops decorate the summer style, but they provoke the charm of dreams. Ah, don't you know that if you fall asleep, if you sleep with a frog, I should sleep too?

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, the feet of the rain shimmered and moved, and the fragrant jasmine flowers dripped through the dewdrops. Yes; I have seen you laugh at the white and crystal jasmine, and even the light of the gem has lost its color because of you. How can it compare to the brilliance that flashes in your gazing eyes. Just like the sunset for the distant clouds, clothed in a white feather coat, tender as water. Rain, rain in the rain. I like the rain, I like its gentleness and delicacy, and I like its unrestrainedness; I love the rain, I love its girlish sentimentality, and I love how much it brings back memories of the past.

Rain is an elegant poem, rain is a soft song, rain is a word of love, rain is a beautiful picture! And voila; The rain is gentle, the rain feet are full, the rain flowers are murmuring, the rain drops are particles, the rain curtain is hanging, and the rain scene is Qiqi. Rain is transparent, and I often ask myself why I like rain? Tears are also transparent, even the blood of the rain is transparent, so people can't see the rain crying, they can't see the rain's heart bleeding, the rain has its sorrow, in order to convey its heart to people.

Life is like a dream, and time is a thief. The edge of the memory is like a cloud made of rain, thinking about it, and condensing my thoughts into a painting. Suddenly, my phone rang and my thoughts cut off. How hopeful, the years are like a beautiful song, although there is wind and rain as a companion, but still birds and flowers. I hope that life can be like the beauty in the painting, fragrant and pleasant, and the years are healthy. How hopeful, love is like a soft poem, the process of love is an elegant prose, the years of love have a string of silver bell-like laughter, and the ending of love is a warm and happy home, so beautiful.

In the memory of the poetess, her hometown is the rain of rain and rain at night, and she is so close to contact, expressing her longing for her hometown, letting this drizzle wrap herself, more like throwing herself into the arms of her mother, every festival is homesick, the New Year is coming, the mood and emotions of homesickness are getting stronger and stronger, looking forward to returning to ancient Suzhou, looking forward to drenching yourself with the slightest drizzle.