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Just after the autumnal equinox, I feel cool suddenly. Going for a walk at the seaside in the morning seems to feel that the blue sea is bluer than before; God, it's a little higher than before.

Looking back at the Gu Mo Ridge, oh, the autumn colors are getting stronger. What lovely autumn colors! I really don't understand why Ouyang Xiu described autumn so cold and gloomy when he wrote Ode to Autumn Sound. In my opinion, the bright spring scenery of flowers and trees is lovely, but the autumn colors of fruits and vegetables are even more gratifying.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring.

Autumn is more colorful than spring.

Look, the persimmon trees in the western ravine are so beautiful in red. It's like a fire, bright red. Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times praised the color of maple leaves. However, compared with persimmon trees, maple leaves are not inferior.

There are apples, the famous red banana apples at home and abroad, which are also so red, so bright and so lovely; Dajinshuai Apple is glittering with the color of Huang Chengcheng; Hawthorn trees are covered with red fruits like red agate; On the other hand, grapes are more colorful. The kind called "Crystal" is long, green and crystal clear. It really looks like it is carved with crystal and jade. There is also the red rose, which is bright in purple, round and lovely, like a string of purple pearls. ……

Oh! What a charming autumn scenery!

I like this gorgeous autumn color, because it represents maturity, prosperity and prosperity, and also represents happiness, joy and prosperity.

Ah, what charming and brilliant autumn colors, what an exciting and prosperous scene! Here, we can't see the bleak scenery described by Ouyang Xiu as "its color is bleak and the smoke is getting thicker" ... its meaning is gloomy and the mountains and rivers are lonely ",and we can't see the sad autumn artistic conception of" the brave Dan is a tree and the black man is a star ".

What I see is colorful harvest scenery and vigorous prosperity. Because here, autumn is not a symbol of aging, but a symbol of prosperity. Writing here, I suddenly understood why Ouyang Xiu described autumn so sadly, because what he wrote was not only autumn in the season, but also the reflection of the author's time and social thought. I can boldly say that if Ouyang Xiusheng were alive today, his Ode to Autumn Sound would definitely be another content and another color.

I like autumn.

I love the autumn of our time.

I hope this beautiful autumn scenery will last forever.

"Litchi Honey" Yang Shuo

Flowers, birds, grass and insects, who painted in the world, used to love them. Bees are artists' pets, but I don't like them very much. It's ridiculous to say. When I was a child, I went up a tree to pick begonia flowers. I didn't want to be stung by bees and almost fell down. Adults told me that bees are not easy to sting. They must have mistakenly thought that you would hurt them. One bite, it ran out of life by itself, and it won't live long. I felt sorry for the bee and forgave it. But since then, whenever I see bees, I feel emotionally: bumpy and always uncomfortable.

In April this year, I went to Conghua Hot Spring in Guangdong for a few days. Surrounded by mountains and holding a pool of spring water in my arms, the thick green scenery is simply a green landscape painting. The night I went for the first time, it was cloudy, and occasionally I looked out of the window: it was strange how so many black hills appeared out of thin air in front of the building, one heavy and one heavy, constantly fluctuating. I remember that there was a relatively flat garden in front of the building, not a mountain. What kind of illusion is this? At dawn, I couldn't help laughing. It turned out to be litchi trees all over the mountains, one after another. Each tree has dense leaves and looks like a hill at night.

Litchi is perhaps the freshest and most beautiful fruit in the world. Su Dongpo wrote such a poem: "300 litchi a day, do not hesitate to be a Lingnan person", which shows the beauty of litchi. It happened that I came at a bad time. The tree is full of pale yellow flowers, which are not prominent. New tender leaves, reddish, look better than flowers. It takes about three months from flowering to fruit ripening. It seems that I can't wait to go to Conghua Hot Springs to eat fresh litchi.

It is time to eat fresh litchi honey. Some people may not have heard of this rare thing, right? There are as many litchi trees in Conghua as the sea in Wang Yang. When the flowers bloom, the fields are full of people, so busy that bees forget the morning and evening, and sometimes they take advantage of the moonlight to collect flowers and make honey. Litchi honey is characterized by pure color and rich nutrition. Most people who live in hot springs like to eat this honey to nourish their spirits. Enthusiastic comrades also got me two bottles. It's so sweet when you open the bottle; After drinking it for half a cup, the sweetness has a refreshing taste, a little fresh of litchi. Drinking such good honey will make you feel that life is sweet.

I don't feel moved. I want to see the bees that I have never liked very much.

Deep in the litchi forest, there is a corner of a white house, which is the beekeeping farm of Wenquan Commune, but it has an interesting name called "Bee House". Just as spring is coming, the flowers are in full bloom. As soon as you walk into the "building", you will see swarms of bees coming in and out and flying around, which reminds you that perhaps bees are scrambling to build a new life.

The beekeeper Lao Liang led me into the building. Calling him Lao Liang is actually a very careful young man. Maybe Lao Liang wants me to go deep into the life of bees. Xiaoxixin opened a wooden beehive, separated by a row of boards, and each board was covered with bees. The queen bee is dark brown and very slim. Every bee is willing to feed it with the collected flower essence.

Lao Liang sighed and said softly, "Look at these little things, how obedient they are."

I asked, "How much honey can such a swarm of bees collect a year?"

Lao Liang said: "You can cut dozens of pounds. Bees like to work. Guangdong has fine weather and many flowers, and bees are not idle all year round. There is a lot of honey brewed, but you can only eat it yourself. Every time you cut honey, leave them some sugar, just enough for them to eat. They never quarrel and don't care about anything. They still continue to work and make honey. They work hard all day and all month ... "

I asked again, "Isn't there anything wrong with being so sweet?"

Lao Liang said, "Why not? You must be careful of bugs or bumblebees that crawl in. The thief bumblebee is the worst, and often falls into the hole of the hive. Specializing in bad things. "

I couldn't help laughing: "Oh! There are invaders in nature. How to deal with bumblebees? "

Lao Liang said, "Hurry! If you can't get rid of it, kill it. If you leave it there, it will kill the bees. "

I thought of a question and asked, "But how long can bees live?"

Lao Liang replied, "The queen bee can live for three years, and the worker bee can live for six months at most."

I said, "Life is so short. Don't you always have to clean up dead bees outside the hive? "

Lao Liang shook his head and said, "Never. Bees are very sensible When they live to the limit, they die quietly outside and never come back. "

My heart can't help but tremble: what a lovely little soul, asking nothing from people, but giving people excellent rhyme. Bees are brewing honey and life; Brew the sweetest life not for yourself, but for mankind. Bees are small; How noble bees are!

Through the litchi forest, I looked thoughtfully at the distant fields, where farmers were standing in paddy fields and Xinxin was planting rice seedlings diligently. They are building their own lives with labor, and they are actually brewing honey-for themselves, for others and for future generations.

That night, I had a strange dream that I became a little bee.

The ice heart of orange lamp

This was more than ten years ago.

One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing. She lives upstairs in the village office. Walking up a dark staircase, I walked into a room with a square table, several bamboo stools and a telephone on the wall. Then I went into my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain. She is not at home. There is a note on the table by the window saying that she will go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.

I sat down at her desk and picked up a newspaper to read. Suddenly, I heard the door of the outhouse creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, blue lips with cold, short hair, wearing shabby clothes and sandals, barefoot, boarding a bamboo stool and trying to pick up the listener on the wall. Seeing that I seemed surprised, I pulled my hand back. I asked her, "Do you want to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I want to go to XX Hospital to find Dr. Hu. My mother just vomited a lot of blood! " I asked,' Do you know the telephone number of XX Hospital? "She shook her head and said," I was just about to ask the telephone office ... "I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine, and then asked her," If I find a doctor, who should I invite him to see? " She said, "Just say that Wang Chunlin's family is ill and she will come. "I got through the phone, she thanked me gratefully and then left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's only a short walk away." He hitched, hitched, hitched and went downstairs.

I went back to the back room, read the newspaper back and forth, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. Halfway through it, it was getting darker and darker, but my friend still didn't come back. Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to see the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.

I knocked on the wooden door, and the little girl came out to open the door just now. When I looked up and saw me, I first paused, and then smiled and motioned for me to go in. The room was small and dark, covered with boards against the wall. Her mother lay flat with her eyes closed. She was probably asleep, her head was covered with blood, and her face was turned upside down, only to see the loose hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head.

There is a small charcoal stove by the door, with a small casserole on it, steaming slightly. The little girl asked me to sit on a small stool in front of the stove. She squatted next to me and looked at me all the time. I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?" She said, "yes, I gave my mother an injection ... she is fine now." She seemed to comfort me and said, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning." I asked, "Did she eat? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "sweet potato porridge-our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed. Without saying anything, she reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin with a small knife, and gently rubbed more than half of the bottom with her hands.

I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "No one is here now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out an orange petal from the insert and put it next to her mother's pillow. The light of the fire gradually dimmed and the outside turned black. I stood up to leave and she took my hand. She quickly took the big needle of twine and surrounded the small orange bowl relatively, like a small basket, carrying it with a small bamboo stick. She also took a short wax head from the windowsill, lit it in it and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, and this little orange light shines on you up the hill!" " "

I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out. I don't know what to say. She seemed to comfort me and said, "Dad will be back soon. My mother will be fine by then. " She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand and finally received my hand: "We are all fine!" " "Obviously, this" everyone "also includes me.

I am carrying this clever little orange lamp and walking slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspired me, and I seemed to feel that there was infinite light in front of me!

My friend has come back and saw me carrying a small orange lamp and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin the carpenter, how do you know him?" Last year, several students from Yamashita Medical College were taken away as producers' parties, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivers letters for those students ... "

That night, I left the mountain village, and I never heard from the little girl and her mother again.

But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp.

12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. It must be nice for her to have a mother, right? Because we are all "good"!

Back Zhu Ziqing

I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died, and my father's errand was also unloaded. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I arrived in Xuzhou from Beijing, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "

Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.

In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go two or three times; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"

We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was too smart at that time, and I always thought he was not nice to speak, so I had to interrupt myself. But he finally negotiated the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, and believe that they have nothing! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!

I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had hugged the scarlet orange and turned around. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm leaving; Write it over there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. That knowing the old world is so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, and the time for me to leave is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!

Lotus pond moonlight Zhu Ziqing

I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond that passes by every day, here it is.

There must be something else under the full moon. The moon rises gradually, the children's laughter on the road outside the wall,

I will never hear from you again; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and took it with me.

Go out.

Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, especially at night.

Add loneliness. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On the roadside, there are some willows and some strangers.

Name tree. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. Tonight is good, although the moonlight is also

Still dizzy.

I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also feel that I am beyond my usual self.

Himself, in another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, one

Under this boundless moon, people can think of everything and nothing, so they feel very free. Riichi during the day

Whatever you want to do and say, you can ignore it now. This is the beauty of being alone; I also benefit from this boundless lotus.

The moonlight is good.

On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt.

Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are in bud. just as

Pearl after pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, bringing a wisp of fragrance,

Like a faint song from a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, instantly.

It passed through the lotus pond. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks.

Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. leaf

Children and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there is light in the sky.

Cloud, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a different flavor.

Yes The moonlight shone through the bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, but they were like paintings.

On the lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. The weight of these trees is equivalent to a lotus pond.

Re-surround; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy,

At first glance, it looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. A distance is faintly visible on the treetops.

Mountain, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. this

The most lively time is the cicada in the tree and the frog in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.

I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties.

You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. choose

Needless to say, there are many people who watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a romantic season. light

Yuan Di's "Lotus Picking Fu" is well said:

So the demon boy rowed, saying, "Beneficial bird" will return first and pass on its feathers.

Cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, heartbeat

Take a step forward; In the late spring of long summer, the leaves are tender and the flowers are early, so they are afraid to touch the petticoats and smile, and they are afraid to tilt the boat.

And collect it.

It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.

Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:

Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.

If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; I only see some shadows of running water, yes.

I can't. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door;

Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.

Green Zhu Ziqing

I went to Xianyan for the second time and marveled at the green of plum rain pool.

Plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. Walking to the hillside, I heard the sound of flowers blooming and falling; Looking up, a piece of shiny white water appeared in front of me with two wet black edges. Let's go to Meiyu Pavilion first. Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion stands in a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; Like an eagle spreading its wings and flying in the sky. There are mountains on three sides, like a half ring; People are at the bottom of the well. It's cloudy in autumn.

Slight clouds flow over our heads; There is a little oil on the rock surface and grass, and it is green because of humidity. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several strands, and it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows, it has a sudden and violent impact, and the splashing water is like flying flowers and jade. The splashing water is crystal clear and full of awns; Far away, like a small white plum, like a light rain falling. It is said that this is the reason why Meiyu Pool got its name. But I think it's just like growing flowers, which is more accurate. The breeze rises, and it drifts a little with the wind, which is more beautiful. -at this time, a few points were accidentally sent into our warm arms, and we got in at once and couldn't find them anymore.

The sparkling green of Meiyu pool attracted us, and we began to capture her flashlight. Grasping the grass, climbing the rocks, leaning down carefully and bowing on a stone dome door, we reached the edge of the swimming pool. Waterfalls are between sleeves; But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swings with the green of the pool. That intoxicating green! It is like a huge lotus leaf, covered with strange green. I want to embrace her with open arms; But what an illusion this is. -standing by the water and looking at that surface actually feels a little far! This paved thick green is really cute. She wrinkled her collar loosely, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She gently fiddled with it, like a beating virgin's first love heart; She is smooth and shiny, like "bright oil" and soft as egg white, which reminds people of the softest skin they have ever touched; She doesn't mix dust with me, just like some warm jasper with clear colors-but you can't see through her! I have seen the poplars in Shichahai, Beijing, and I can't get rid of the yellow background. It seems too weak. I have seen a tall and dense "green wall" near the Tiger Running Temple in Hangzhou. The endless green grass and leaves seem too thick. As for the others, the waves in the West Lake are too bright and the waves in Qinhuai River are too dark. Cute, can I compare with you? How to compare? Probably this pool is deep, so it can accommodate such a strange green color; It seems that the blue sky melts into a piece inside, which is so fresh and moist. That intoxicating green! I

If you can cut the ribbon, I will give it to the light dancer; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can fan your eyes, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; She will become ignorant tomorrow. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give up on you? I hold your hand and touch you like a 12 year old girl. I took out your entrance again and kissed her. I'll give you a name, and I'll call you "green daughter" from now on, okay?

The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but marvel at the green of Meiyu Pool.

Praise of Mao Dun Poplar

Poplar is really unusual, I praise poplar!

When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow, that is soil, virgin land, the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces millions of years ago; Green is the result of human labor defeating nature. It was a wheat field, and when the wind blew, a green wave turned up. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if the peaks of distant mountains remind you (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "magnificent" or "great", but at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. Yeah, it's a little monotonous, isn't it?

However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one or two plants, standing proudly like a sentry, how would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise at that time!

That's poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it's really not an ordinary tree!

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually very tall, like an artificial one, with no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, like man-made, forming a bundle, and there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly guarding their hometown like this poplar tree in the vast land behind enemy lines? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?

Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is common and neglected in the northwest, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the indispensable simplicity, strength and enterprising spirit in our national liberation struggle today.

Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also straightforward) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar, but I will praise the poplar loudly!

These are highly ideological and artistic essays, and they are very famous!