You come from snow-capped mountains, and spring tides are your style; You rush to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit. You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk. You roll up mountains and seas with powerful arms, and we praise the Yangtze River. You are an endless source. We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother. You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust; You rush to the future, the sound of the waves echoes in the sky, and you irrigate the land of flowers with pure and clean water; You have promoted a new era with your majestic power. We praise the Yangtze River. You are an endless source. We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother. Ah, the Yangtze River! Ah, the Yangtze River!

Yantai sea

Most coastal cities in China are near the sea in the east or south, and few in the north. Yantai is just north of the sea, so it has a unique sea landscape.

In winter, the dark brown sea looks dignified. The cold current from Siberia often sweeps across this sea area aggressively. Hill-like swells, like thousands of furious lions, bravely rushed to the embankment from the northern sky, splashing waves several feet high and making a thunderous noise. Sometimes, stone benches weighing hundreds of pounds on the shore are carried to the middle of the road more than ten meters away. Every day, when huge waves hit the shore, many Yantai people and foreign tourists rushed to the shore to watch this spectacular scene against the cold wind. Others stood on the shore, taking pictures with tens of feet high waves as the background, regardless of their clothes being wet by the waves, forming a magnificent scenery.

In spring, the sea turns green. Microwave, white waves, laughing and chasing from the distant horizon in the north, rushed to the shore. As soon as they touch the rocks and beaches on the shore, they retreat shyly and then jump up like naughty children. Spring is the season of sowing, and the sea is no exception. The fishermen who took off their winter clothes sailed across the calm sea and came to the breeding area to sow the seedlings of hope, looking forward to the harvest season.

In summer, the wind from the South Pacific makes many cities facing the sea in the south feel wet, and this wind with moisture is blocked and filtered by the mountains in Jiaodong Peninsula, and only when it reaches Yantai, which faces the sea in the north, will it remain cool and comfortable. Therefore, the sea in Yantai in summer is often as calm as a mirror, just like a quiet and gentle girl. The morning sun rises like a washed Le Ballon Rouge, dragging a long reflection on the sea. Every sunrise by the sea is fascinating. In the evening, the lights are reflected on the calm sea, and the stone benches on the shore are full of tourists. At their feet, the waves and the whispers of the bank are whispering.

Out of the romance of summer, Yantai Sea enters the crisp autumn. People who have lived in this city for a long time have this experience. On that day in beginning of autumn, the sea immediately became exceptionally blue and the sky became exceptionally clear. Compared with yesterday, the air immediately has the coolness of autumn. Say goodbye to the solemnity of winter, the lightness of spring and the romance of summer. In autumn, the sea becomes rich and busy, fishermen go out to sea, and cargo ships anchor and set sail. ...

The sea in Yantai is a painting with a broad background and a magnificent stage. Generation after generation of Yantai people have staged a magnificent live drama here.

the largest wheat

There was a great scholar in ancient Greece named Socrates. One day, he led several disciples to a wheat field. It was a ripe season. The field is covered with heavy ears of wheat. Socrates said to his disciples, "Go and pick the biggest ear of wheat in the wheat field. Only allowed to enter, not to return. I will wait for you at the end of the wheat field. "

After understanding the teacher's request, the disciples walked into the wheat field.

The fields are full of barley ears, which is the biggest? The disciples walked forward with their heads buried. Look at this and shake your head; Look at that and shake your head. They always think that their biggest ears are still ahead. Although the disciples also tried to pick a few ears, they were not satisfied and threw them away. They always think that there are still many opportunities, and there is no need to make a decision too early.

The disciples walked on with their heads down for a long time, picking and choosing carefully.

Suddenly, everyone heard Socrates' old Hong Zhong voice: "You are finished." At this time, the empty-handed disciple woke up like a dream. They looked back at the wheat ridges, and countless wheat seedlings shook their heads as if laughing at them.

Socrates said to his disciples, "There must be an ear that is the biggest in this wheat field, but you may not meet it;" Even if we meet, we may not be able to make an accurate judgment. So you just picked the biggest ear. "

Socrates' disciples listened to the teacher's words and realized that people's life is like walking in a wheat field and looking for the biggest ears. Some people see the full "ears of wheat" and lose no time to pick them; Others look around and miss opportunities again and again. Of course, the pursuit should be the biggest, but it is true to hold your ears in front of you.

Riddles in the valley

Quebec, Canada has a north-south valley. There is nothing special about this valley. The only thing that can attract people's attention is that its western slope is covered with pine, cypress, Ligustrum lucidum and other miscellaneous trees, while its eastern slope is only cedar.

This strange landscape has always been a mystery, and no one knows where the answer is.

1983 In the winter, there was a heavy snow, and two travelers came to this valley. They set up their tents and watched the heavy snow flying all over the sky. Suddenly, they were surprised to find that due to the special wind direction, the snow on the east slope of the valley is always bigger than that on the west slope. After a while, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the hillside of Cedar. When the snow accumulated to a certain extent, the elastic branches of cedar began to bend downward, so the snow slipped off the branches. When the pressure was relieved, the branches that had just been bent immediately shrank back, while the cedar remained green and straight. In this way, no matter how hard it snows, the cedar remains intact. The answer was finally revealed: the heavy snow fell on Dongpo, and the branches of other trees were crushed by the snow and gradually lost their vitality, because they did not have the ability of cedar. However, the snow on the western slope is very small, and a small amount of snow on the trees can't hold down the branches at all, so in addition to cedar, tree species such as Zhebang, cypress and Ligustrum lucidum also survived.

The traveler in the tent was glad of his discovery. One said, "I'm sure Dongpo once planted miscellaneous trees, but it was destroyed by heavy snow because it couldn't bend."

After a while, the other party seemed to suddenly understand something and said, "I got an inspiration-I can overcome the external pressure through confrontation, but sometimes I need to bend down like a cedar and make appropriate concessions before I can get a chance to rebound."

Indeed, bending is not for falling and destruction, but for better survival and development.

aigrette

Egret is an exquisite poem.

Color matching, body size, everything is suitable.

Cranes are stiff, needless to say, even if they are like pink ibis or gray ibis, they are unusually big.

However, the egret is forgotten for its beauty because of its ordinary.

Snow-white withered hair, streamlined structure of the whole body, iron beak and blue feet can't be increased any more, can't be reduced any more, can't be white, and can't be black.

There are often two egrets standing fishing in Qingshui field, and the whole field becomes a picture embedded in a glass frame. The size of the venue seems to be specially designed for egrets.

On a sunny morning, every time I see an egret standing alone on the top of a small tree, it seems unstable, but in fact it is very leisurely, which is a rare hobby of other birds. People say it's watching, but is it really watching?

In the evening sky, you can occasionally see egrets flying low. Watching this scene leisurely can be said to be a great pleasure of rural life.

Some people may think that there is a fly in the ointment-egrets can't sing. But isn't the egret itself a beautiful song?

Egret is really a poem, a poem with infinite charm.

oleander

Oleander is not a precious flower, nor is it the most beautiful flower; However, for me, it is the most unforgettable flower.

I don't know why or when. In the city of my hometown, almost every family planted several pots of oleander and placed them under the screen wall in the gate, facing the gate. As soon as the guests enter the gate, there is a faint fragrance, green wax-like leaves and Xia Hong or snow-like flowers, which immediately make people feel as if they have entered their own door and feel at home.

There are two pots in front of our house, one is red and the other is white. When I was young, I went in and out of here every day. Red flowers remind me of fire, while white flowers remind me of snow. Fire and snow are incompatible: but these two pots of flowers bloom in harmony, as if there were snow on the fire and fire on the snow. I enjoy it, and it is very wonderful and interesting in my little heart.

Just across a wall, around the screen wall, is the yard. Our family has always liked flowers; Although there are no expensive flowers, there are all kinds of common flowers. Every spring, the winter jasmine first blooms yellow flowers to report the news of spring. Then there are peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, begonia, elm leaves, cloves and so on. The yard is full of flowers. In summer, it is full of cockroaches. Impatiens, carnations, cockscomb flowers, colored plums, Jiangxi wax, etc. , is colorful and beautiful. The aroma of cordate telosma permeated the whole summer courtyard, which I will never forget. In autumn, Hosta flowers bring a chill, and the chrysanthemum flower report is over. In short, in three seasons of the year, flowers bloom and fall without stopping; Although the scene is beautiful, there are many changes.

However, in the gate separated by a wall, oleander was silent there. One flower failed and another opened. One flower turned yellow, and another one grew back. In the warm spring breeze, the heavy rain in midsummer, and the cold in late autumn, we can't see any special prosperity, nor can we see any special decline, and we won't go against the wind every day, from spring to autumn, from winter jasmine to Hosta and chrysanthemum. This toughness, compared with those flowers in the yard, is not a strong contrast?

But the beauty of oleander does not stop there. I especially like oleander in the moonlight. You stand under it, and the flowers are blurred; But the aroma is not vague at all, and it is a strong attack from the flower branches. It casts a shadow on the wall, the leaves are uneven and the fans are separated, which can cause me a lot of fantasies. I imagined it was a map, but it was a map. This pile of shadows is Asia, that pile of shadows is Africa, and the blank place in the middle is the sea. There happened to be some bugs crawling over. This is an ocean-going ship. I imagined that it was algae in the water, and a small pond really appeared in front of me. The shadow of a moth over the wall is a fish. I imagined it was an ink bamboo, and I really saw a painting. The breeze blew and the leaves fluttered, and this painting became a living painting.

With such tenacity, it can arouse my fantasy, and I fell in love with oleander.

For many years, I have been in and out under this oleander. At first I was short, and I had to look up to see the flowers. Later, I grew taller and shorter in my eyes. I left home when I could see flowers at eye level.

I left home, and many years later, I went to many places. I have seen oleander in different places, but none of them left a deep impression.

Two years ago, I visited Myanmar. After a meeting in Yangon for a few days, many friends from Myanmar enthusiastically accompanied us to visit Bagan, the ancient capital of northern Myanmar. This place is famous for its pagodas and has the title of "City of Ten Thousand Pagodas". It is said that there were ten thousand pagodas at that time. Today, although the number is not so much, it is rugged and rugged, and towers cluster the sky one after another from the ground, just like the Yangshuo Mountains, but also like the stone forest in Yunnan. To use the old saying "like mushrooms after rain", it is almost the same. Although the flowers and trees are still green, the season is winter, bleak and cold.

However, it was in this place, in front of the building where we lived, that I accidentally found my old friend oleander. Each plant is almost as high as a floor, so that I didn't recognize it at first. There are more colors than those in China. Besides red and white, I remember there are yellow ones. Leaves are greener than I have ever seen before, like green wax, and flowers are blooming on high branches, more like patches of Xia Hong, clouds of snow and Huang Yun. Lush, lush, in sharp contrast with the desolate and cold ancient city.

I go in and out under this oleander every day. In the evening, I strolled upstairs with friends from Myanmar, talking about various issues, the history of Bagan, the cultural exchange between China and Myanmar, and the friendship between Chinese and Burmese people. At this time, the ancient pagodas in the distance gradually disappeared into the twilight, while several ancient pagodas in the vicinity were brightly lit by electric lights, which looked like the dreamland of Lingshan. I can reach out and grab the top branches of oleander. The fragrance of flowers also floated upstairs from below, as if to make the friendship between China and Myanmar more fragrant.

In this way, the beautiful and moving memories of oleander are painted with the dazzling color of friendship between the Chinese and Burmese people. I prefer oleander from now on. ....

Confucius' spring outing

When spring arrived, Confucius heard that the spring tide in Surabaya was rising, so he took his disciples to play by the Surabaya River.

The sun shines on the earth, the river in Surabaya is pink and green, and the spring breeze is like a beautiful piano, accompanied by the arrival of spring. Nature is like a great mother! The vast earth is her broad mind, the dense forest is her flowing long hair, the warm sunshine is her bright eyes, and the warm breeze is his sweet whisper. ...

Confucius' mood is very uneasy, just like the ups and downs of Surabaya in front of him. Surabaya, lively and cheerful, rolled in from the mountains and washed away tirelessly. Confucius looked at Surabaya with emotion and lost in thought. The disciples didn't know what the teacher was looking at, so they all gathered around.

Lutz asked, "What is the teacher looking at?"

Confucius said, "I look forward to water."

"Look at the water?" The disciples all looked at the teacher with puzzled eyes.

Yan Hui said, "A teacher must observe when he meets water. There must be some truth in this. Can you tell us? "

Confucius stared at the blue waves of Surabaya and said meaningfully: "Water is the milk that feeds all things, which seems to have virtue. Water has no certain shape, whether it is square or long, it will flow downwards, smooth and gentle, and looks affectionate. Water passes through rocks and gouges through stone walls. It is never afraid and seems ambitious. When everything enters the water, it will definitely clean the dirt. He seems to be good at teaching ... from this perspective, water is a real gentleman! "

The disciples were all surprised when they heard the teacher's big theory. Who would have thought that teachers could see such a profound truth from ordinary running water!

By the grassy river, disciples gathered around the teacher, some squatting and some sitting. The teacher plucked the strings and the disciples sang along. The song melts in the warm spring. On the banks of Surabaya River, teachers and students have deep affection.

After a while, the disciples scattered in twos and threes, some picking flowers, some catching butterflies, some fishing, some playing in the water, and only Yan Hui and Lutz accompanied the teacher. Confucius said, "Can you tell me your ambition?"

Lutz is a hothead, and the teacher started before he could say anything: "I want to take out my clothes for horses and chariots and enjoy them with my friends, even if they are worn out, I won't care." Friends should share happiness. "

Gentle and honest Yan Hui, after careful consideration, said calmly, "I hope to be a person who doesn't make contributions to himself."

Confucius looked at them approvingly and nodded slightly.

"Yan Hui, I heard that you wrote a song about your ambition. Why not sing it to the teacher? "

As Confucius said, he pushed the piano to Yan Hui, but Yan Hui didn't refuse. He tuned the string and sang while playing. Confucius listened attentively at first, but after a while, he couldn't help dancing.

The spring on the banks of Surabaya River is stronger.

Biluochun Tea?

The prestigious Biluochun is produced in Dongshan and Xishan of Taihu Lake.

There is a legend about "Biluochun". It is said that Biluochun was originally a kind of wild tea, which grew on the stone wall of Biluofeng in Dongshan, Taihu Lake. One year, the wild Chata was so lush that the bamboo basket could not hold it, so the tea pickers put the extra tea in their arms. Who knows that the tea leaves are stained with hot air, revealing bursts of extraordinary fragrance. "The taste of this tea is frightening!" People shouted. Since then, this kind of wild tea has been called "scary fragrance". Later, people thought this name was unsightly, so they gave it a rather elegant name-"Biluochun" according to the custom that this kind of tea originated from Biluofeng and the word "spring" was commonly used in ancient times to refer to tea.

Biluochun has been picked for hundreds of years. Just after the vernal equinox every year, "Biluochun tea flooding" begins.

With a few loud crows, the whole lake and mountains woke up. Covered with morning mist and standing on the morning glow, the tea-picking girls walked to the tea garden in groups of three or five. The air is filled with faint fragrance of flowers, and there are silvery laughter from time to time among the green tea trees. The sun rose, sprinkled thousands of golden lights on the mountains and lakes, and the tea garden was stained with a layer of gold. The tea-picking girls were all in high spirits and quickly picked a bud from the tea tree with their dexterous hands. The green trees set off a handsome figure and formed a beautiful and moving picture.

At night, the mountain village is full of lights, and it is a busy scene. The tea roaster put on his coat and jacket, poured the fresh leaf buds into the boiling cauldron neatly, spread his fingers and kept stirring among the young leaves. Rub, rub, hug and scratch. Young leaves are flying up and down like a dragon, which is really beautiful. Gradually, with the evaporation of water, the color of leaf buds becomes darker, and the strands are slender and curled into snails. At this time, while cooling down, kneading the dough, the tea leaves can be released by themselves when pinched, and the room is filled with rich fragrance. At this time, the tea is dry but not burnt, crisp but not broken, green but not fishy, thin and continuous, no wonder people call it "craft tea".

If watching Biluochun tea has a novel feeling, then tasting Biluochun tea is even more intoxicating. The sun sets and the moon rises. There was a table in the yard, and several people sat around, took a blue-and-white ceramic tea set, poured warm water of 70-80 degrees, and then added a pinch of "Biluochun tea" respectively. Tea leaves enter the water like green snails and spin and sink quickly. At this time, the leaves and buds stretch, the hair is light and comfortable, one flag and one gun are bright green, and the posture is extremely moving. The whole white porcelain cup, the soup color is green and clear, and the fragrance is fragrant. Take a sip, it's fresh and refreshing. Tea is still sweet and delicious in the mouth, which makes people memorable. Friends get together, have tea and chat, and that sincere friendship flies around with the rich tea fragrance. ...

Biluochun has won people's love for its unique color, fragrance, taste and shape. A foreign poet wrote this poem while tasting tea: "In the fragrant Biluochun tea soup, I saw the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River."