Guyu is the last solar term in spring, which means that the temperature of the earth will rise, rain will be abundant, and grains will grow. Farming is gradually getting busier following the footsteps of the solar terms. The following is a prose about Guyu, I hope you like it. Yi Guyu . Guyu
April is the dynasty of flowers, experiencing changes from prosperity to decline. In the park, elm-leaf plum blossoms, cherry blossoms, green peaches, and February blue everywhere have opened the curtain of flower affairs in a lively manner; in the mountains and fields, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms have made an appointment to bloom before I appear. The one who appeared on stage was so nervous that he was constrained by the season. He had no time to turn around gracefully, looked back with a smile, and left after the curtain ended, feeling a little lonely.
It’s just a gust of wind, catkins and fallen flowers flying into the snow. There is no purpose, no root system, no choice, just let the wind fall. It seems that I am still sleeping in yesterday's dream, there are countless footsteps stepping on the branches, and countless encouragements are floating in front of my eyes.
It’s just a rain, a rain before Grain Rain, walking slowly in the park after the rain, the falling red flowers are wet and knocked down by the rain, and the affection turns into spring mud. Looking over, my eyes are full of green, fat, red and thin. That path was just the beginning of new shoots during the Qingming Festival, but now it is full of green, with overgrown branches and leaves blocking your steps. Looking up, in the distance ahead, tall trees have formed shades, blocking your distant gaze and the blue sky above your head. Sigh, spring is deep and it is already dusk.
In late spring, the liveliness, beauty, and prosperity were so dim, and it hurt my heart. Singing Ouyang's poem "The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring", tears seem to well up in my heart. Beauty must be decisive in her later years, that's all.
Guyu is the end of spring. Late spring brings Grain Rain, and there is no farewell that suits the situation more than this. Grain Rain, rain produces hundreds of grains. More new shoots sprouted from the ground in the moist rain, gradually becoming green and becoming a landscape. Thinking about the faded red color, I feel much more balanced and even a little comforted.
Planting grain during the Grain Rain season. My memory about grains is too mottled. I just remember that there was a field of millet in the east of my house. I have forgotten the plot of planting the grains. I only remember the ears of grains when they are ripe, with their bellies swollen and their heads always bowed modestly. With the tiger-like autumn sun, the rich colors of autumn bring out the golden color of autumn.
Mingxin’s memory is about transplanting rice seedlings. The lowland west of North School Road is my family's rice field, which is divided into several rectangles of about the same size. Water is stored when transplanting rice seedlings. My father is responsible for transporting the rice seedlings. The rice seedlings are planted in advance. My sister, my mother and I stood side by side in the water, pinching The rice seedlings in hand are arranged in formation.
After Grain Rain, the sun was already scorching hot, and there was slightly cool water under my calves, which felt like a world of ice and fire. After half a day or a whole day, you can admire the neatly hand-woven green silk fabrics, which are like pieces of emerald green duckweed floating on the water. The overlooking scene should be even better. There are four small black dots dotted between the green pods. That's where we sat and rested on the head of the field.
Watering the rice fields is the most pleasant thing. Sitting in the green shade, listening to the sound of water sprayed by the water pump, watching the water flow happily from the heights along the curved furrows into the rice fields, nourishing the green seedlings. Imagine the golden autumn season when rice is fragrant. There will be locusts flying around, and we will catch a lot of them, put some oil on the bottom of the pot and eat them, leaving a fragrant aroma on our lips and teeth. The family would harvest the rice when the dew dried. I have always been more interested in harvesting rice than harvesting wheat. I love looking back at the golden fields when harvesting. The heavy ears of rice once hung humbly to the earth. Only when they really lay on the earth did they find a sense of belonging in life.
Before and after Grain Rain, plant melons and beans. The proverb has grown into a cocoon in my ears. I have been hearing it from my father since I was a child. A few days ago, my father went home and planted cucumbers and beans in the backyard. In a few days, the young green seedlings will emerge from the soil, open to breathe the sunshine, rain and dew, and grow wildly. When the melon seedlings are full and it becomes overcast, they will form cucumbers with thorny tops. On a summer morning, when the sun was first blooming, my father picked extremely fresh cucumbers and delivered them to his three daughters in the city.
Three days after Grain Rain, I saw peonies in the garden. The beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky blooming in the waning times may give people some comfort in their lost hearts. The flowers are in bloom, and when there are patches of roses blooming on the east wall of the city, early summer has arrived.
Push open the door of a solar term, look back and visit with humility, flowers fall and flowers bloom, greetings and farewells, one solar term after another. Next year we will beat gongs and drums to welcome it with a new attitude. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. In reincarnation, more and more time has passed away, and we are getting older. Fortunately, there are many things worth cherishing. Erhong, Slim, Green and Fat talk about Guyu
When the longing of the sky and the earth is too strong, the long line of rain enthusiastically brings them together, oh! They talked about love all night, and the east spits red Only then did the rain line gently let go of them. I didn't turn the calendar, I knew it was Guyu, because only the rain lines of Guyu are so continuous and soft.
"Qunfangpu" says: Grain Rain, grain is born from rain. Before and after Grain Rain, a good rain must be sprinkled to facilitate the sowing and growth of crops. Therefore, as the saying goes: Before and after Grain Rain, plant melons and beans. In ancient China, Grain Rain was divided into three periods: in the first period, pingpi trees began to grow, in the second period, doves ruffled their feathers, and in the third period, hoopoes fell on mulberry trees.
It means that before and after Grain Rain, there are more clouds in the sky, the water on the ground is replenished by the rain, and the duckweeds happily begin to grow. Then the cuckoos begin to chirp and urge the farmers to sow grains, and then the mulberry trees begin to see the seeds. A hoopoe bird with a slender beak and a striking crest on its head. Therefore, Grain and Rain are inseparable in the solar term Grain Rain.
According to legend, there is a touching story about Guyu as a solar term: After the creation of the world and the Yellow Emperor, a powerful character Cangjie appeared in the court. He wanted to rid the world of the trouble of not having Chinese characters, so he resigned and returned to China. I made my own characters in my hometown. Three years later, he created as many characters as a bushel of rapeseeds. The Jade Emperor was greatly moved when he heard that he decided to reward him with a golden man. But he didn't want to take it for private use. He felt that he had only done what he should do, so he asked people to send the golden man to the Yellow Emperor's palace. When the Yellow Emperor asked about the origin of the golden man, he said that he picked it up by chance, and the Yellow Emperor smiled and accepted it. But four or five days later, when the Yellow Emperor and his ministers were watching the Golden Man at night, a strange light suddenly flashed and the Golden Man disappeared. At this time, Cangjie was sleeping soundly. Suddenly he heard someone asking him, "Do you want the Golden Man if the Jade Emperor gives it to you?" What do you want? He said I want a good harvest so that all the people in the world have food to eat. After saying this, he woke up. The weather was fine the next day, and he was about to go out when he saw grains falling from the sky. Soon the grains became denser than raindrops. When the grains covered the entire village, the villagers were busy collecting them home with joy. Millet. Cangjie recalled the scene in his dream and knew that it was the Jade Emperor's reward for him, so he reported the matter to the Yellow Emperor. The Yellow Emperor ordered that the day when it rained millet should be designated as the Grain Rain Festival.
I know that millet will not fall from the sky, and I have no joy in harvesting millet at home. Moreover, when you see peonies spitting out their tender stamens shyly, when you see cherries quietly telling their red thoughts, when you see the white smoke rising upwards and the white catkins falling downwards, plus the cuckoos? It's better to go home than go home?'s voice cries in the night, and I have become sad and sad. In this artistic conception of the falling poplars and their crows, in this change from red to thin and green to fat, it is quietly late spring. Grain Rain is the last solar term of spring. The beautiful spring is about to leave. How can I fall asleep soundly? ?
It seems that there is really some telepathy. It seems that his name is Guyu, and everything about him is destined to be related to this solar term. Guyu was a boy who grew up naked in the village. That day, bad news suddenly came from the army. He died in an accident while protecting his comrades in a live-fire exercise. This news was like a bomb, breaking everyone's heart. Gu Yu has been a good child since he was a child. He is active in learning, helpful, and has a chivalrous character that loves to fight injustice. He is a role model for us children. Later, he became a soldier. He wanted to hold a steel gun in his hand and dedicate his youth to the prosperity of the motherland on the frontier. He dedicated his blood to the peace and happiness of the people. Therefore, he repeatedly performed meritorious service in the army, and every time he received good news, only This time, I saw Guyu’s daughter-in-law, Li Xia, burst into tears. Her tears were dripping with the rain all night. The next day, I found that the river near the village had swollen.
However, the villagers did not immerse themselves in grief and turned their grief into strength. They understood. It was time to sow seeds now, and the season waited for no one, so the men carried iron plows and the women led the strong oxen to the ground. Look, the men are holding the plow with one hand and swinging the whip crisply with the other. That look is absolutely cool. The cows are also moving forward and forward with all their strength. The women are not inferior to the men, corn, corn, etc. Various seeds such as millet and beans were quickly and evenly sprinkled into the furrows by their dexterous hands, and they kept chatting "energetic" gossip in their mouths so that everyone could use up their energy! Hard-working and simple people The folks have added the most dazzling and charming scenery to this season. Soon, a field was planted. The man squatted down and smoked a few puffs of fire smoke. The woman picked up the kettle, raised her breasts and raised her neck, and then ran down the field. The cow kicked a little and did something cute and annoying. ?, "Moo" a long roar lingering in the mountains for a long time?
Oh, such a perfect field will soon sprout bright green new seedlings, isn't this kind of hope? Isn't it the harvest of autumn? Grain Rain means an end, which is just the end of cold wave weather. Grain Rain also means a beginning. When the temperature rises, a new season will begin. I swallowed and swallowed all those melancholy feelings. Suddenly there was a childish cry. When I asked, it turned out that it was Gu Yu's beautiful daughter-in-law Li Xia who had just given birth to a lovely baby boy, a brand new life. ?Another Grain Rain is born, and the baby boy will grow up as happily as the new seedling. What kind of unique laughter is it when listening to the cry?
The east wind is powerless and the flowers can wither, but the Grain Rain is powerful Birds rejoice! Three Grain Rain
In my impression, there is no better solar term than Grain Rain. Guyu is like a colorful watercolor painting, flowing with burning poetry. The earth has returned to spring, the soil is soft, human skin is also soft, thoughts are soft, and the muscles and bones seem to return to warmth from coldness. The whole world is warm, without a trace of coldness and chill.
During the Grain Rain season, it is neither cold nor hot, the climate is pleasant, and the sun is exceptionally bright. I woke up one morning, rubbed my sleepy eyes, took off my winter clothes, stretched my waist easily, and felt like running. feeling. Listening to the murmuring of swallows, you can't help but recite a Tang poem or Song lyric, or roar a flowing hometown opera.
When I went to the wild, I accidentally discovered that the tender grass dyed the gray hills and riverside green. The grasses and flowers were clustered together, blowing in the wind. Singing and dancing. Your mood is shocked, and a surprise picture unfolds before your eyes.
In this romantic solar term, it is most suitable for climbing high and looking far in the distance or going for an outing. Green grass, red flowers, bees begin to fall in love, butterflies begin to dance, and everything is enjoying the pleasure of giving birth to life.
Not only do I like this solar term, but I also like these two words, just like growing and sprouting, which makes people feel numb and have an inexplicable green impulse. The ancients were so particular about making characters, and the setting of solar terms was so wonderful. They actually used grain and rain. How harmonious. With grain and rain, the combination of grain and rain is the most perfect marriage in the world. It reminds people of budding growth, infinite vitality, and the golden harvest season.
Before and after Grain Rain, grains and beans are planted. Among the twenty-four solar terms, Grain Rain is the season of conception. It would be best if there had been a spring rain, and the freshly moist breath would carry the fragrance of the first bloom, and the fields would become lively. Dig a hole randomly in the soft soil, put a seed in it, and come back in a few days to see the tender green shoots breaking through the soil, shaking their little heads and smiling in the wind. In a few days, the fields with swaying dry grass will be occupied by soft new green.
The new buds full of vitality make people’s hearts flutter.
In the countryside, old people often teach their children and grandchildren that people are diligent and never lazy. This most ordinary and greatest philosophy is meant for people to listen to, but it is actually meant for this solar term. God rewards hard work, sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, no one avoids the reason to sow. This is another hard-working season, the fairest and most promising. In the fields, thousands of farmers waved their hoes, shouted to their cattle, and cut the ribbon for this beautiful solar term.
In the Grain Rain of the Han and Tang dynasties, people called their children and daughters, went out with their families, bent over the hoe, and led the oxen to help the plow. Not only during the Han and Tang dynasties, but also from ancient times to the present, the Grain Rain of that year has not filled the world with turmoil. From the emperor to the common people, Guyu is a sacred festival. A grain of grain is planted in spring, and tens of thousands of tons of grain are harvested in autumn. The whole 365 days depend on Grain Rain. With rain and grain sprouting, with grain the world is at peace, and the people and the country are intertwined with each other through the ages.
Our nation, born out of farming civilization, has a special liking for Guyu. Compared with talking about scriptures and Taoism, eating and drinking is the most affordable and the biggest temptation. Folk worship of the Grain God is to pray for a good harvest. I have witnessed this grand sacrificial ceremony, and the devout kneeling was full of fear of hunger.
No one will miss this picture-scroll-like day, when the plow cuts through the wet grain rain and wanders in the belly of the soil that is waiting for pregnancy.
Guyu, this refreshing girl, exudes poetry and romance all over the world.
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