The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into an inconspicuous crystal shape; The continuous sunny days made him want to know what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
The snowflakes in the north, flying around, will always be like powder and sand, never sticking together, and will retreat on the house, on the ground and on the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
1925 1 month 18.
Chun Zhu came uninvited.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
My mother Hu Shi
Every day at dawn, my mother wakes me up and tells me to get dressed and sit up. I don't know how long she sat awake. When she saw me awake, she told me what I did wrong yesterday, and let me admit my mistake and study hard. Sometimes she will tell me all kinds of benefits of dad, and she will say, "You should follow in your father's footsteps. All my life, I only know this complete person. You should learn from him and don't lose his shares. " Losing shares is humiliating and ugly. When she talks about her sadness, she often tears. It was not until dawn that she dressed me and urged me to go to early education. The key to the school gate is at Mr. Wang's house; I looked at the school gate first, then ran to my husband's house and knocked at the door. Someone in Mr. Wang's house handed the key through the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to study. In ten days, I was the first to open the school gate for eight or nine days. I didn't go home for breakfast until my husband came.
My mother is the most strict with me. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolds me or hits me in front of others. I did something wrong and she just looked at me. I was frightened when I saw her stern eyes. The crime was not serious. She waited until I woke up the next morning to teach me a lesson. She committed a great crime, closing the door when others were silent, first blaming me, then punishing me, or kneeling down, or wringing my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I am not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to vent his anger and asked others to listen.
One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a vest. At that time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yu Ying, lived in my house. Afraid that I was cold, she took out a small shirt for me to put on. I refuse to wear it. She said, "put it on, it's cold." I casually replied: "Niang (cool) what! Laozi is not Laozi. " As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw my mother coming out of the house. I put on my shirt quickly. But she heard this frivolous remark. In the dead of night, she made me kneel and gave me a heavy punishment. She said, "How proud you are to lose my father! Easy to talk! " She was trembling with anger and refused to let me go to sleep. This is my strict teacher and my loving mother. My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others and has never said anything that hurts her feelings. But sometimes she is also very strong and not insulted by her personality. My fifth uncle is a loafer. One day, he complained in a cigarette shop that my mother needed help at home and was probably always kind to him. This sentence reached my mother's ear. She burst into tears with anger. She invited several people in her family and called her fifth uncle. She asked him to his face who he had given him what benefits. She didn't stop until Uncle Wu publicly admitted his mistake and made amends. I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years and was greatly influenced by her. I left her when I was fourteen (actually only 1202 or three months old). I have been playing poker alone in this vast sea of people for more than 20 years, and no one has ever taken care of me. If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.
Poplar praises Mao Dun.
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 ten feet high, as if it were artificial, and there are 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!
Beauty of starting point, Liu
Watching the game live, most people always choose the position closest to the finish line, but I prefer to watch it near the starting line. The beauty of athletes at the starting point is often overlooked. In fact, when the athletes take off their coats at the starting point, revealing tight and elastic muscles, first move their arms, legs, feet and waist, and then bounce up gradually, ready to enter the competition, the expression, posture and atmosphere are already very elegant; When the athletes find their place at the starting line, gather their soul's attention in the majestic and long "preparation-"sound of the referee, and strive to move forward, showing the explosive ejection endurance contained in their bodies through every muscle and tendon, then they are simply a living statue of strength and beauty. After I have a camera at home, I often record such scenes in slow motion and freeze frame, and savor the beauty of the starting point. I clearly saw the facial expressions of athletes who often couldn't see clearly at the competition site. The expression on the starting point is really one of the most beautiful expressions of human beings. If the expression of lover is a symbol of human continuity, then the expression of starting point is the hope of human progress and breakthrough.
There is only one ultimate point in life, but there are many starting points. The starting point in the sports field is obvious, and the starting point in life is often hidden. A young man who wanted to enter the literary world spread out his manuscript paper in the light of the middle of the night and solemnly wrote the first line with a pen. A college graduate who just reported to the unit walked into the office for the first time. He looked at everyone as generously as possible, and everyone looked at him curiously and kindly. A self-employed, just put Sichuan oranges on the shelf, covered his ears with thick cotton gloves, and issued the first shout: "Big oranges keep sweet"; A new director is not used to meeting him in the car. He wants to say something affectionate to the driver but doesn't know which one to choose. A very popular star, leaning on the sofa to read the new script issued by others, initially felt that the heroine in it was a bit chewy; A middle school student who will take the exam tomorrow sticks his textbook to his chest and recites words with his chin lit in front of the painfully turned off TV. ...
"Preparation-"The God of Life is exercising the duty of referee, giving people long instructions.
Anyone who listens attentively to his instructions and tries his best to prepare is beautiful.
Although there will be an absolutely unbalanced scene in the end, the manuscripts of young artists may be returned; College students who are about to enter life may encounter many nails; Self-employed people selling oranges may not be able to make a fortune this time; The new director may be transferred soon; The next play of the big star may be a disaster; Middle school students may be abnormal in the exam the next day; There is no guarantee that no one will fall behind, fail or even be eliminated at the destination waiting for us.
However, for life, the end is tempting, and the starting point is more precious. Losing beauty at the end of an instant is not a great thing. The terrible thing is that we can't find a new starting line, and in the sound of "preparation", we lose the strength and beauty that we have greatly inspired.
The beauty of the finish line belongs to the winner. The beauty of the starting point belongs to everyone. It is the advantage of life to consciously enter the starting point and mobilize your own beauty.
1. Moonlight in the Lotus Pond (Zhu Ziqing)
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different at this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children on the road outside the wall are laughing and can't hear; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad. Beside the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
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, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m÷o, nu ó), and some are patting the flowers shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), 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. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; 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, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, 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. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. 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. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon (Yu An) is female, and she is eager to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
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"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
2. Sunrise at Sea, Ba Jin
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around. There is only the sound of machines on board.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place, and Zhen Hong was red.
But there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light shoots down from the clouds and hits the water directly. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
3. Stars
Serial: Ba Jin's Works: Ba Jin Publishing House: Lijiang Publishing House
My friend Liang and I walked from the forest to the bean station. It's only after eight o'clock, but it seems to me that it's already late at night. The wide road stretches in the dark, and seems to extend to endless places. In front is a tall shadow, a forest, a mountain, or perhaps a mirage in the eyes of fatigue. The sky was covered, as if we were wrapped in a Zhang Xingchen's net.
"What a star of the day!" I am very moved to say this. I haven't seen such a star for a long time, and the night is so soft and quiet. We walked for a long time, only met two pedestrians and never saw a car.
At this time, Liang, who was talking about sadness, Nietzsche, tragedy and music, dreams and drunkenness, stopped his endless conversation and looked up at the sky.
We looked at the stars silently and walked softly, as if we both held our breath and listened to the whispers of the stars.
"It seems to be in China at this time." I sound like I'm talking to myself.
"Where can there be such a quiet place in China?" Liang answered my words in a strange tone, as if my words had brought him pain. I know he left too many painful memories in China. For him, France in the Mediterranean Sea or Flower Island in the Pacific Ocean, the air may be freer.
He and I are at odds on many points of view, and we often argue when we meet. But we are still friends, and we still have to talk when we meet. This time I saw another meaning in his words, perhaps completely different from his meaning. But this sentence aroused my * * *.
Freedom of love seems a bit out of date today. But there are still young people who die for love, and some people are annoyed for life because of the imperfection of love. Even in today's China, there are ruthless saints. Liang seems to have broken through this barrier, only to escape to this island country like an exile. He may have made some mistakes, which I don't understand, because everyone has his own version. Moreover, his concept of love seems ridiculously old to me, although some people think it is still very new. But there is no denying that he has courage. But it is a pity that this courage is misused.
Love can be put aside for a while today. Even if it is as important as eating. But starvation is very common now. I'm not saying this for the sake of defending the saints. I think talking about love is better than defending morality. But are these the only two roads in China?
To say that everything that exists is reasonable and cannot be touched by others is to defend morality; People who don't admit this are the opposite. Then this road is still very broad. Talking broadly may not be the road to resistance, but it may be bumpy and difficult. But if there is a road, someone will go. In fact, someone is already going.
In order to breathe more free air, Liang came to this cherry blossom island. From his point of view, he did get something like that, and the couple were intoxicated with the happiness of the quiet life in the pine forest. I saw it all with my own eyes in his exquisite cabin. If I still say that he lives in exile, he will definitely deny it. He may have his reasons.
But what about me? Why did I come to this place? Isn't the freedom I asked for not available here? Leave the rugged road to seek temporary peace in a strange place and kill time in some useless books: isn't my life like exile?
The stars shining on the earth saw all this and understood all this. They will never fall.
Looking at such a star, I feel a painful sigh. ? Yokohama, Japan, 10 month