The wind has been blowing for three days. The sky is white and catkins are flying in the wind. Some people wear sunglasses on the road, while others wear scarves for fear of catkin interference. Their mouths are closed, and they are afraid of accidentally letting catkins invade their mouths. They walked very fast, some loose clothes were blown by the wind, and the whole person looked like flying.
Walking in the wind is actually a pleasure. You can see many scenes that you can't see when you are calm. The wind blows its unique whistle, just like caressing your ears. You can name its music at will, you can follow your mood or your mood. Because when you walk, you will be silent and keep thinking about your own thoughts, and your thoughts are different one after another.
My mother once told me that "it is difficult to have autumn rain without spring breeze" (later I learned that my mother was repeating an old proverb), so the crops would not have a good harvest. Therefore, farmers like the proper wind, and farmers don't like typhoons above magnitude 7, because they will blow down their hard-earned crops.
Occasionally go to the countryside on weekends. Looking out of the window, farmers are working in the fields. It's the season for transplanting rice seedlings. I heard from my mother-in-law that the land should be soaked before transplanting and then sprinkled with appropriate fertilizer. When spraying fertilizer, the wind can help a lot, and farmers can spread fertilizer evenly without much effort.
In the city, it's different. People hate the wind. It can scrape off the windows they forgot to close, and it can scrape the clothes that have just been cooled on the clothesline in the courtyard of the bungalow to the ground, which will make the owner waste water, strength and time to wash them again. Sometimes when the wind blows hard, the garbage and sand on the road will swirl in the air, making the air very dirty.
The style written by literati is incisive, and I like the style written by poets, just like the poem written by Zhu Zaichun in ancient times: "Winning the sun to find the fragrance of the water and the shore will bring endless scenery for a while." When you are idle, you always know the east wind and always feel that spring is coming. " Wang Anshi's, "Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by a river, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Spring breeze is green, and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? " Su Shi's Water Tune? When will there be a bright moon? I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of beautiful buildings. In Gao Shi's Don't Move Big, "Huang Yun shines in the daytime, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Mochow said, "The former bosom friend, the world knows the gentleman" and so on.
Poets write classic sentences with different moods and thoughts to warn people of joy, anger, sadness and joy. It can be seen that the cultural implications of the ancients are so rich that they can write such poems that are handed down to the world.
The style described by contemporary writer Zhu Ziqing in Spring is also unique and delicate. "It's good to blow the breeze, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings some newly turned earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. " Xu Zhimo described it in "Chatting in Yushan". "The smell of the wind is very gentle. He brings a distant fragrance, attached to the smell of moist water vapor, rubbing your face and gently hugging your shoulders and waist. This simple breathing is endless pleasure ... "Of course, this is a slight wind.
There are also descriptions of typhoons and hurricanes. Generally, hurricanes rarely land in China and are close to the ocean. "Hurricane is the god of life. He was intoxicated and confused by his fierceness. It became a whirlwind. This is blindly creating the night. Some storms will go crazy and climb to the top of the sky. The sky is also panicked. I had to secretly answer with thunder. Nothing is more terrible than this. This is really the most ferocious moment. " This is the hurricane scene described by Hugo in Labor at Sea. It's really vivid and delicate. We haven't experienced it yet. It seems that the wind in nature sometimes makes mistakes, and it is a heinous crime, but what can human beings do with it? Aren't they using each other?
The wind blows on my face, which seems to be cooler than before. From the original wild dance in B major to the swaying willow leaves in E minor, gently kissing my face with cold lips. The clouds above me became very low, swallows swirled in the air, pedestrians' footsteps became faster, and someone shouted that it was going to rain. Yes, it's going to rain.
People know in their hearts that impetuous winds can only be stopped by rain, and only rain can purify polluted air. People who walk in the wind will also walk into their homes with dirty rain drops because of the rain. When cleaning or washing clothes, people will have many associations and say with emotion: It's still raining heavily! The wind finally stopped.