In ordinary daily life, you must have read prose, right? Prose is a literary style that is mainly narrative or lyrical, with a wide range of materials, flexible writing methods, short length, and rich sentiments. What kind of prose is truly good prose? The following is a collection of beautiful essays about The Waking of Insects that I have collected. Welcome to read and collect them. Beautiful Prose Chapter 1 of "The Waking of Insects"
Shortly after the Waking of Insects, several spring thunders came as promised, waking up the somewhat sleepy spring. After a drizzle, the spring became thicker and deeper: the trees The green is more translucent and brighter, the flowers bloom more and more colorfully, and the spring breeze is warmer and gentler. The thunder in the Awakening of Insects is like an alarm clock set by hibernating insects. A few booms wake up the dormant insects, and what is also awakened is the sleeping memory.
There is a saying in the folk proverb, "In February, you hold the silkworms when they wake up." This means that when the awakening of insects begins, silkworm eggs are ready to be hatched. When the spring breeze comes, when the leaves turn green and turn into thick shade, the silkworms will be ready. hatch. In my memory, every year after the Waking of Insects, the children in the village would always get some silkworm seeds - a page of paper densely covered with silkworms. They would carefully tear it into pieces, put it in a palm-sized iron box, and cover it with cotton cloth. Wrapping the pieces, the concept is that the temperature needs to be increased to hatch silkworms - just like a hen needs to be kept warm to hatch chicks. The most surprising thing was that one morning when I was woken up by an adult, I was told that silkworms had come out.
So I didn’t even bother to put on my clothes, and hurriedly got out of bed to check. But when he got close to the iron box, he became cautious again. He gently picked up the iron box and slowly opened the lid. Inside the box, he saw a group of small things as small as needle tips and as black as ants squirming. At that moment, I was full of excitement but held my breath for fear that my heavy breathing would blow these little things away. The careful look and the quiet atmosphere may be much more holy than when worshiping gods and ancestors. The adults had already gotten elm leaves and scattered them in the iron box, and they were already eating them with relish.
Yes, at that time, silkworms were not all fed with mulberry leaves. In the village, only one family has a mulberry tree, and it is difficult to climb the tree. Even so, food for silkworms has never been a problem. You can pick the leaves of the elm money tree that can be seen everywhere, and you can also pick the sprouts of alfalfa spreading all over the ground. Therefore, during the sericulture season, you can often see children pulling down an elm tree to pick out the fresh leaves. You can also see two or three children squatting in the alfalfa field after school, picking alfalfa sprouts. They picked carefully and carefully. Their expressions and patience made them look like the most qualified workers.
Isn’t that exactly the case? Just like the adults do their best to take care of the farming, the children take care of the silkworms wholeheartedly.
I got up early in the morning, washed up in a hurry, and didn’t have time to eat, so I started cleaning silkworm droppings and remaining leaves, and picking new leaves to feed the silkworms. At the dinner table, I would watch the silkworms chewing the leaves while chewing the rice with pleasure. Sometimes they even forget to read because of silkworms, but compared to the fun of catching crickets and grasshoppers, my parents never really get annoyed about raising silkworms, and they can only laugh and curse a few times. Before going to bed at night, I have to add some new leaves, for fear of starving the silkworms. During the time of raising silkworms, serving the silkworms has almost become the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning and the last thing you do before going to bed at night.
During class, while the teacher was writing on the blackboard, I secretly took out the iron box hidden in the schoolbag, opened it gently, and glanced at the silkworms. The situation was like a mother missing her child. Just keep an eye on it. When the silkworms grow older, the iron box will honorably take a back seat, and the pencil box will take over. Although you can put it on the desk openly at this time, there will always be a misstep, and finally one day, the teacher "caught both the human and the silkworm" and "lost the box". As a result, I felt anxious and restless, and no longer had the intention to listen. When school was over, he hesitated for a while and then went to the teacher to ask for it. What is reassuring is that the teacher not only did not throw away the silkworms, but also added new elm leaves. Because of this, I have become more respectful to teachers.
Friends often gather together, each taking out his or her own silkworms, showing them to each other, and commenting on them.
Of course, you can exchange your two small silkworms for a larger one from someone else. If you have a good relationship with them, they might even give you one or two as a gift. Unknowingly, because of the bond of silkworms, the seeds of friendship blossomed in the little hearts and brewed sweet nectar.
At that time, rural areas were not yet rich in material resources, and few children had decent toys. Silkworm raising undoubtedly greatly enriched childhood life. In addition, if there is anything else that can be gained from raising silkworms, it must be transformation and growth. In the life of a silkworm, it has to molt, pupate, and pupate into a moth. For silkworms, this is transformation, but for children, it should be growth, a sublimation from roughness to delicateness, a purification from naughtyness to gentleness. The little silkworm can make that person chase away dogs and catch birds. , the urchin who chased chickens and caught frogs became cautious, gentle, delicate, loving and kind.
Even thinking about it today, the greetings and inspirations from one life to another are far irreplaceable by cold industrial toys, because they allow you to open the door to heaven and bathe in the world. God's light. Beautiful Prose Chapter 2 of Jingzhe
The sky became darker and darker the day before yesterday. The strong wind blew down the red camphor leaves on the trees, picked up the fallen flowers on the ground, and swirled them to the road. In the center, the small dead branches on the roadside trees could not withstand the tossing and fell down crisply. The passion fruit vines that climbed up the branches were torn off, and a large hole was torn along with the branches it was attached to... The small insects dormant under the fallen leaves instantly Losing his place, he shrank and hid in the grass.
When the sky was dark, a burst of spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. The sound wave scared away the laziness of the little ones who had been hibernating in the cave all winter. At the entrance of the cave, the wind brought the sound of spring. breath.
When the sky is completely dark, the big raindrops return to the ground carrying the dust and haze that has accumulated in the clouds all winter. The grass buds that have dried up and hibernated in the arms of mother earth also wake up, desperately looking for nourishment. The milk of life.
The phone was about to ring. Several children who graduated last year said they wanted to come to my house to play, which stirred my long-dormant memories. In six years, I watched them grow from 120 centimeters to 160 centimeters or even 180 centimeters. I was submerged among them, from 25 kilograms to 50 kilograms; from learning to hold a pencil to calligraphy. Winning a competition, from having difficulty speaking a complete sentence to winning a provincial speech contest, recording his own recitation and giving it to me... I haven’t seen you for more than 240 days. Is it time to grow taller again?
The knock on the door broke my thoughts. I opened the door, but there was no one there. I heard the sound of footsteps around the corner, and five or six tall figures jumped out, "Hello, Teacher He!" A rich male voice said. The female voice mixed with laughter hit the eardrums at random - still so naughty! Wet hair stuck to his forehead.
Five or six children came from three different middle schools. As soon as they sat down, they began to talk about their current schools, classes, teachers and classmates. Children who almost never took the initiative to answer questions in their memory also talked endlessly. , tired of talking, he started gossiping and complaining about his classmates, almost always in the tone of "Teacher, do you know..." "Teacher, let me tell you..." It seemed that he couldn't finish.
At 10:30, several children received several phone calls from their parents urging them to go home, and then they got up and left. However, the laughter echoed in the corners of the room and echoed in my heart.
During the holidays, we received three or four groups of children, and were infected by their laughter every time. Many fragmented memories that had been dusty were awakened again and again, and a rich and mellow fragrance wafted out.
After sending the children away, I turned around and saw the calendar, the Waking of Insects was approaching.
No wonder Mencius said, "A gentleman has three kinds of happiness, and the king of the world cannot share them... To obtain the world's talents and educate them is the three kinds of happiness." Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 3
The footsteps of spring always come quietly. Before the awakening of insects, the air is filled with thick cold air, accompanied by rain, and I am so nostalgic that I never leave. After the awakening, she saw the bright sunshine in the morning. She took light steps, shook off the cold air on her body, and stepped on the reviving notes of the earth.
The sleeping earth slowly began to wake up. Under the rain and sunshine, everything began to sprout.
Look at the calendar in front of your desk and turn every page. The dates of the twenty-four solar terms are marked in red. If you feel this moment carefully, you will be deeply impressed by the long-term experience and wisdom accumulated by the ancient working people. However, you may find that at this time, the cold and warm air meet, making both ends a little cold, but the midday sun will be very warm. At this time, the working people began to select high-quality seeds, and after the spring equinox, they sow their hard work and plant hope. Every seed is an expectation of receiving goods, and receiving happiness in the next season.
In the spring sky, soft wind blows, clear white clouds float in the sky, the sky is blue, and kites are slowly flying into the sky, with different shapes. Of course, at this time, you may want to think of bringing a kite with you Love, take your children to watch the annual Langfang Kite Festival and see the wonderful competition of a large number of kite enthusiasts.
In spring, the mountains wake up from silence and slumber. The gray clothes slowly retreat and are covered with green windbreakers. The flowers will also rush to join the spring event. At this time, walking in the mountains, the green is elegant and verdant. There are birds flying through the woods, and our laughter echoes with the birds flying through the woods.
Spring comes to the river, and the river becomes clearer and clearer. The breeze blows, the clear waves ripple, and the mountains also turn green. She is quiet, tirelessly nourishing the earth, gurgling eastward flow. At this time, when your heart is silent and there is only the sound of water, will you think of her love like a mother, silent and selfless. No matter how time passes and no matter how old you grow, her love still never stops.
After the Waking of Insects, spring is coming faster. Spring is full of unrestrained colors here. In spring, some people are spreading hope for the year, some are writing new chapters, and some are imagining the future. When the dry grass becomes green from the roots, green is always the beginning of hope, and the memory of spring will also begin to date us. The Beautiful Prose of Jingzhe Part 4
Spring thunder sounds and all things grow, expressing the connotation of "Jingzhe".
Spring thunder, the horn of spring, blows all over the earth, tearing the silence of the earth. The dormant little animals poke their heads at the threshold to test whether the friendship of spring is strong.
In the beginning of peach blossoms, the Loess Plateau is a fiery red. The poetic and picturesque feeling of peach blossoms is like an affectionate hand caressing the valley. The birds in the valley are crisp and clear, caressing the fields, and the butterflies are fluttering, caressing the girl's heart, throbbing. The heartstrings play a waiting that is no longer far away.
When you stop, I will show up, and the apricot trees are not to be outdone. All over the mountains and plains, apricot trees are competing to bloom, waving flags and shouting. The scene in spring is even more lively. Bees are buzzing, collecting flowers and making nectar, and they will pay for their hasty efforts. , leading to a sweet life.
Seen from a distance, the grass is close but not there. This is the most beautiful portrayal of the grass on the loess slope. It sometimes disappears, vaguely like a group of naughty little ghosts, afraid of seeing people.
The spring scene is already bright in the south, with wild flowers everywhere, and small flowers dotted in the fields and villages, like the jasper of Xiaojia, beautiful but graceful, while the roses in front of the farmers’ doors are rich and gorgeous, graceful and graceful, like everyone else. A lady, gorgeous but not coquettish, graceful but not squeamish.
Hundreds of birds are singing together, it’s so lively. If a few orioles sing deep among the green willows, the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan will be more lively, like the finishing touch, giving an article a soul.
From north to south, inside and outside the Great Wall, there are colorful paper kites. Flying in the sky, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes urgently and sometimes slowly, the children's memories of spring are painted more colorfully.
Jingzhe, an earth-shattering initiative, completely drove away winter and opened the door to spring. All lives are full of energy, holding dreams, and competing to fight. Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 5
Five or six children came from three different middle schools. As soon as they sat down, they began to talk about their current classes, teachers and classmates. In my memory, there were almost no children who took the initiative to answer questions. They all kept going on and on, tired of talking, and started gossiping and complaining about their classmates, almost all in the tone of "Mr., did you know..." "Mr., let me tell you..." It seemed that I couldn't finish it.
The sky became darker and darker the day before yesterday. The wind blew down the red camphor leaves on the trees, picked up the fallen flowers on the ground, and swirled them to the middle of the road. The tiny dead branches on the side trees couldn't withstand the tossing and fell down crisply. The passion fruit vines that climbed up the branches were torn off, and the branches they were attached to were torn... The small insects hibernating under the fallen leaves were instantly Falling behind, he shrank and hid in the grass.
When the sky was dark, a burst of spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. The sound wave scared away the laziness of the little ones who had been hibernating in the cave for a whole winter. At the entrance of the cave, the wind brought the sound of spring. odor.
During the holidays, we received three or four groups of children, and we were infected by their laughter every time. Many fragmentary memories that had been dusty were awakened again and again, and the mellow and strong fragrance wafted out.
When the sky is completely dark, the raindrops carry the dust and haze that has accumulated in the clouds all winter back to the ground. The grass buds that have dried up and huddled in the arms of mother earth also wake up, desperately looking for the source of life. milk.
A knock on the door broke my train of thought. I opened the door, but there was no one there. I heard soft footsteps around the corner, and five or six tall figures jumped out, "Hello, Mr. He!" The honest man said Male voices and female voices mixed with laughter hit the eardrums at random - still so smooth! Wet hair stuck to his forehead.
At 10:30, several children received several calls from their parents urging them to go home, and then they stood up and left. However, the laughter echoed in the corners of the room and echoed in my heart.
The phone was about to ring. Several children who graduated last year said they wanted to come home to play, which stirred my long-dormant memories. In six years, I watched them grow from 120 centimeters to 160 centimeters or even 180 centimeters, swallowing me up among them, from 25 kilograms to 50 kilograms; from learning to hold a pencil to calligraphy From being unable to say a complete sentence to winning a provincial speech contest, he recorded his recitation and gave it to me... I haven’t seen you for more than two hundred and forty days. It’s time to grow taller again, right?
After sending the children away, I turned around and saw the calendar, and saw that the Waking of Insect was approaching.
No wonder Mencius said, "A gentleman has three kinds of happiness, but the king of the world has nothing to do with them... Obtaining the world's talents and teaching them are the three kinds of happiness." Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 6
The day before the Waking of Insects, in the afternoon, a string of muffled thunder sounded in the sky, clouds surrounded the place, the sun disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and the rain fell slowly and slowly. Yesterday's sun was shining brightly, and it felt like a lifetime ago. When I went downstairs in the morning, the tree in front of the window only had young leaves growing on some sunny branches, and the whole tree was still very shabby. Today is the big day that it is looking forward to. All the accumulated vitality and desire are waiting for this spring thunder and this spring rain to start the story of this year.
A few days before Jingzhe, I stayed overnight in the countryside. I got up in the morning and went for a walk in the fields. The land had not yet completely woken up. There were no patches of weeds, clusters in the east and clusters in the west. The plum blossoms are blooming, as white as mist. The plum blossoms have fallen and formed small green plums. The morning wind in Mengchun was still a little cool, but the air was very humid and smelled of grass. Far away on the mountainside, there are orioles singing. White clouds are like ribbons, entwining around the distant mountains and refusing to leave for a long time. I don't know whose chickens escaped the New Year's Eve killings, but they were already taking a pleasant walk in the fields in twos and threes.
The firecracker debris in front of the rural ancestral hall has not yet been swept away. They can’t wait until the Lantern Festival is over and the gongs, drums and songs are played to welcome the gods. The children working in the city have already dragged their suitcases to the entrance of the village. , waiting for the shuttle bus back to the city, anxious to go back to the city. The trunk was already full, and my mother had no time to untie her sleeves and apron. She wanted to stuff something more into the trunk, but was laughed at as if she was fleeing or famine. What was there in the city? Sadly, the root of this colorful world is actually here. But we turn a blind eye, we abandon it like worn-out shoes, and we run forward without hesitation, towards the seemingly infinite possibilities and temptations, towards the world of mortals with no relatives and no reason, just like duckweed. Leaving his parents and hometown at a loss.
Waking of Insects, desire and spring are about to stir, in temples and in the countryside. Whether it is a major event in the world or a dispute over the cochlear horns, they are all seemingly remarkable things.
Maybe, whether it was due to wind and clouds or chance, it was just a matter of people's hearts fluttering. You could say this country boy has never seen the world. But I have seen the world of country people from life to life, and I have seen through it from face to face.
Jingzhe is hinting, planning, encouraging, instigating, and expecting. Success, victory, is right in front of you. You must dare to think, act, change nothing into something, be full of enthusiasm, and be ambitious. My heart was itching, my eyes were shining, and my voice was getting louder. Everyone is thinking and gearing up, eager to grab the card in God's hand to see if it is the one they want. Spring thunder bursts like war drums, urging you to go faster and faster.
But, the cuckoo called again and again; but, the water in the rice fields rose inch by inch. The seedlings are green, the egrets are flying, the spring rain is pattering, and the coir raincoats and bamboo hats are worn. This is Jingzhe's original intention. One grain of millet is planted in spring and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. This is heaven and earth, this is constant, it is certain, it is undistracted, it is the emperor's power, why should I have it? It is the foundation of all life.
As for the seeds of desire in the glitzy world, what will grow? That's something we country folk can't talk about, can't talk about, and it's best not to talk about. If you are willing, you can look through the pile of old papers. There are stories like this on them. Once you read them, you will understand.
I also know that saying this is too conservative. Then there should always be hope. After all, this is spring, you have to allow people to look forward to something...
People's hearts are moved, thousands of thoughts are born, listening to the thunder in the silent place, it's the sun that wakes up. Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 7
Tomorrow is Jingzhe, the third solar term in spring among the twenty-four solar terms. This morning, the sky seemed to be torn open. The spring rain falls freely and freely. This is the second rain after the Spring Festival.
Good rain knows the season. This timely rain expresses the imagination of winter passing by and spring coming. It is the prelude of the solar terms singing and the recovery of all things, and it is also the most expensive condiment for nourishing spring plowing.
Thunder God raised his long eyebrows, pursed his wide mouth, and let out several muffled dry coughs from his throat. This dry cough is a signal from the God of Thunder, a timed alarm clock for the twenty-four solar terms. He was reminding the snakes and insects that had been dormant all winter that it was time to wake up from their hibernating warm beds.
The Jingzhe solar term is in the period of sudden cold and warm, spring thunder sounds, and all things grow. "The peaches begin to bloom in the first season; the barns scream in the second season; the eagles turn into doves in the third season." Entering mid-spring, when the north is still a winter scene covered in snow, cold and silver. It’s already another warm sunny day in Lianyungang.
Under the warm sunshine, the peach blossoms gradually spit out their blushing stamens. In the warm spring season, pear blossoms slowly bloom with their elegant and pure beauty. The orioles on the branches sang songs praising spring, and the swallows danced gracefully under the warm eaves.
I am a dragon born in the cold winter of October. Every winter, I am as idle as a bug, hiding in the warm quilt in winter and unwilling to go out. It's just a lazy dragon that doesn't wake up from hibernation. Why! Can you blame me! Who told me that I was born in the year of the dragon in winter? It’s hard to go against God’s will!
I really like the lifestyle of insects sleeping in isolation in the winter. There are no complicated and changeable interpersonal relationships, no disturbing parents, and no restless hustle and bustle. Concentrate on your own world, like heartless happiness, unfettered freedom, and simple happiness. Be a person who is clean, enthusiastic, free and easy, kind and sincere, caring, and contented.
Once upon a time, I encountered countless friendships that were not worth mentioning. Care about them like sisters, love them like close friends who talk about everything. We go hand in hand everywhere we go, and we are inseparable at every meal. A lot of sincerity and energy was put into it. Even if they are unethical, they never worry about it. Allow them to have shortcomings and shortcomings, small jealousies and chicken intestines. I will resolve it with kindness and sincerity, and tolerate it with a broad mind.
The result is that what they paid was only fake friendship.
They are all kinds of friends who favor sex over friends, find fault with each other, and betray with vicious tongues behind their backs. In the end, I had to reluctantly part ways with each other and let them become a passing by. Every time you take a step, you will gain wisdom. From now on, you should never overdo it when it comes to friendship.
People say nerds, nerds. Do people who like reading and writing have the same state of mind as me, stupidly imagining others to be the same as themselves? Is this how you get "nerds"?
The spring thunder startled hundreds of insects. When I was awakened by the thunder that stung, a new ray of spring came. Walk into nature and enjoy the sunshine, rain and dew in all four seasons.
The movements of the four seasons of the year are consistent, and human beings, who are the spirits of all things, must also comply with the favorable weather, place, and people, so that everything can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Although we cannot punish evil, we must naturally strive for good in a clockwise trajectory. The Beautiful Prose of Awakening of Insects Part 8
Animals hide in the soil during the winter and do not drink or eat. This is called "Insect". With bursts of thunder, the hibernating little animals gradually woke up, emerged from the soil, and began to breathe the spring air, in order to wake up.
The Waking of Insects also has three phases: the first phase is when the peaches begin to bloom; the second phase is when the barn cries; the third phase is when the eagle turns into a dove. Cang Geng is the oriole.
It is mid-spring now, and the earth is a scene of recovery. Red peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, orioles sing on the green willows, and swallows fly around, picking up grass and building nests. Diligence and love bring vitality.
For all this, should we be grateful for the thunder?
So do we. Everyone should have a desire to be lazy! Can you let me sleep until dark? Can I not go to school or go to work? Can you let your life consist of eating, sleeping, and eating? Can everyone give me a dollar to make me rich? I don't have the heart to be rich, I just want to be lazy until I die.
It is naturally impossible in reality, so I can only lie to myself with my eyes closed.
But there is always a voice that wakes us up from such a dream, whether we are willing to open our eyes in such a voice or not. Maybe it’s our parents, or the teacher who is calm and self-confident, or the alarm clock we set before going to bed. No matter what it is, whether active or passive, whether we are flattered or unhappy, we always have to wear it. Neat and upright to deal with the next thing in the next second.
Ugh, I can’t hibernate or fall asleep! Let the anger rise a little more when you wake up. No matter how beautiful the sunshine is outside, you don’t want to talk. You just want to be willful for a little while. Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 9
I don't know if it's my illusion or because of my love for the house and the bird, but I always feel that the true arrival of spring actually lies in Jingzhe's awakening thunder.
The thunder cannot be too early or too late, just like a punctual train roaring from the south; and what gets off is the patter of spring rain.
That rain seems to be a wanderer living in a foreign land. After a long wait, once he returns to his long-lost and passionately loved homeland, his eyes are shining brightly, and he is jumping up and down with joy, and he is full of joy. Running under the cloud carriage, each looking for a happy destination. As a result, cheerful and enthusiastic tapping sounds crackled on the window lattice of every house; thus, the countryside, which had been sleeping for a whole midwinter, was completely insomniac tonight.
I was also awakened by the sudden spring thunder in my sleep. ——That thunder, bright and loud, excited and high; that thunder, which best understands the mood of the farmers and the preciousness of the season, comes and goes in a hurry every time, only ringing three or five times and then suddenly stopping; The spring rain brought by it was also fleeting and short-lived, stopping suddenly after falling for half a night. It was not as moody as summer rain or lingering and pathos as autumn rain.
Along with the thunder, there was also my laziness and a yawn.
The bloated winter clothes were no longer worn, and the leather warm shoes were put away in the cupboard. This made the body feel much more relaxed, and the spirit immediately rejuvenated. At the same time, a strong impulse suddenly arose in my heart: Go for an outing in the wild!
Except for the green wheat seedlings in the fields, green has not yet dominated the earth. But the warm sunshine gave me many new feelings. First of all, I feel that the air blowing towards my face is much fresher and warmer than yesterday; and the air rising from the ground is like smoke and mist, and it seems to want to gently wipe the village that has just woken up. Put on your face or put on a light make-up.
Pushing open the firewood gate and looking into the distance, the previously bare branches were covered with a layer of fluffy new green overnight; grasses were vying to break through the ground on both sides of the ditch and road. The green color of the film is as eye-catching as a newspaper headline; of course, there are also the finishing touches here, which are the chirping of birds on the branches, the crowing of roosters next to the village, and the high barking of yellow dogs around you...
Especially the rapeseed in Tianchou, all the buds and buds have already bloomed. They are playing with their graceful figures, holding apricot yellow flags, standing swaying on the hillside and on the river bank, from time to time. Asking the passing breeze: "Have you seen spring? Where is spring?" In fact, they don't know yet, they are in that lovely spring!
Some people say that the Waking of Insects is not just a matter of thunder. Indeed, there was thunder, and there were insects that had been dormant all winter. Earthworms swimming in the soil, frogs chirping by the pond, and squirrels foraging in the woods are all full of energy, making the page of this newspaper suddenly come alive in spring. No wonder the writer Wei An sighed: "At the time of the Waking of Insects, spring has finally secured its hold on the world."
As I gazed into the distance for a long time, I suddenly felt that my feet had been implanted in the earth. deep inside, and grew thick roots. ——With Jingzhe’s friendly reminder and the gentle moistening of spring rain, I think one day, I will grow into a towering tree! Jingzhe's Beautiful Prose Chapter 10
Zhe means to hide. As soon as the Waking of Insects arrives, the weather warms up, and the spring thunder suddenly stirs, awakening the hibernating animals hibernating in the soil, and completely tearing open the veil of spring.
My love for Jingzhe started with pear soup.
When I was a child, my mother would make Fritillaria and Snow Pear Soup every time it came to the Waking of Insects. According to my mother, during the Waking of Insects season, the climate suddenly turns warm and turns cold, and is relatively dry, which can easily lead to dryness of the mouth and exogenous coughs. Pears are cold in nature and sweet in taste, and have the effects of moistening the lungs, relieving coughs, nourishing yin and clearing away heat. In addition, in order to prevent us from getting sick and grow up healthily, eating pear soup can keep the pain "away" from the body.
When my mother makes pear soup, she first peels and cores the pear, cuts it into small pieces, puts it into the pot, then adds an appropriate amount of water, rock sugar and honey, stirs evenly, and finally puts a few Sichuan seeds on it. Fritillaria, simmer slowly. Mother took a long-handled spoon and stirred it from time to time to prevent the sugar from sticking to the pan and making the soup mushy. At this time, the strong fragrance spread out, lingering in my nose, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of pear soup.
The mother took out the cooked pear soup. The thick, smooth and bright-colored soup was refreshing to the eyes. Between the lowered eyebrows, the rich and distant fragrance hit the nostrils, refreshing the heart and mind. The temptation is really indescribable. The Sichuan clam and snow pear soup made by my mother is extremely delicious. The soup is hot but not hot. Use a white porcelain spoon to scoop a spoonful and slowly put it into your mouth. The soft pear soup will slide into the throat softly and delicately without touching the teeth. The clear and bitter taste of Sichuan clams is also masked by the rock sugar honey. Drink slowly, taste carefully, with tenderness and deep maternal love. The whole family enjoys such delicious food in spring. With such good food to eat, Jingzhe is really a solar term that makes people feel warm when thinking about it.
For me, the Waking of Insects is not only a fragment of the season, but also a scene of deep maternal love. The warm pear soup will always be mellow in my memory.