Dog farm collection
After the transparent white clouds float away, if there are not a few birds, the sky will be really empty.
Standing on the commanding heights of Jingshan Park, you can overlook it. The winding Tanghe River is silvery, the people by the water are plastered with tiles, and the orange forest behind the house is pale yellow.
Although it is the turn of autumn and winter, winter is just a concept. The grass is not dead, but the flowers are still blooming. It seems that the summer heat has not completely subsided, and autumn seems to have just passed its climax. Autumn in Jiangnan takes a long time because of inertia. Father said: Should it snow in our house?
There was silence in the Woods on the mountain, and the sun was covered by leaves. The fall of a dead leaf is also frightening. What it splashes is the echo of time. There are all kinds of small beetles crawling everywhere on the grass in the forest. They are a little arrogant, dare to coquetry on me and even put their noses on my face.
There is no wind, and the wind will not leave until evening. Yes, it's started, starting with the Woods. I stubbornly believe that the forest is the home of the wind, or that the forest takes in the wandering wind. Sometimes, I even suspect that these trees have sleepwalking. They will leave quietly at night and travel all over the countryside and cities. Because, whenever night falls, they disappear from my sight and return to their original place in the morning in a sweat. In other words, no matter how far you go, you finally reach the original starting point.
Autumn must be a soft-footed animal. It always comes quietly and slips away quietly. Unconsciously, what was once born has matured, and what was once hard is rotting; The melancholy person is still melancholy, but the lover is deeply in love. It's all over, it's all started.
Father only wore a half-sleeved shirt. Maybe I have walked too many rough roads in my life, so my father is on the ground. Looking at his unchanging black hair and his lithe figure, even I wonder if he is really old.
A thin father is like a tree in late autumn. It is simple to delete the complexity and save a lot of troubles. Father is getting more and more satisfied. A good meal and a trip made him happy. I traveled to Xiamen during the National Day this year. I flew for the first time in my life. My father felt around and talked for a while, and I was as happy as a child.
Suppose a person's life span is 80 years. If the four seasons correspond to life and are evenly distributed, then the first 20 years are spring, the last 20 years are summer, the last 20 years are autumn and the last 20 years are winter. If we use parabola to explain life, then everything is on the rise in adolescence, including creativity and desire, reaching its peak around forty years old; Then it began to decline, and the middle-aged and elderly people fell all the way until zero. In this way, today's father has been in the winter without desire, and I have begun to fall.
Father is looking around again. I know he is looking for a temple. My father may not know the difference between Buddhism and Taoism, or which immortal he met, but this does not affect his piety at all. Every time he goes out to play, he always goes to the temple to worship God. As long as I can remember, my father has been worshipping God, and the "gods" he worships are even more chaotic than the books I read: Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, Dragon Lord, Land God, God of Wealth, Fox Fairy, Snake Fairy, Huang Xian ... burning incense on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and offering them on holidays. I don't want to interpret this as my father's superstition. I prefer to believe that this is a life crawling at the bottom of society and looking up at the heights, and a humble soul is in awe of everything in the world. There are many gods in China, and as many gods as there are in China farmers, there are as many county heads, directors, mayors, directors and village heads who serve them.
My father is a farmer, and the food he grows not only raises children but also fattens animals. Speaking of it, my father is a "senior intellectual" in the countryside. He can write, calculate and master magic, qigong and storytelling. He can also play Dongfanghong with erhu, and draw some watercolor New Year pictures such as Fu Gui Peony. But the heavy burden of a family of eight is enough to erase his spirit. It can be guessed that my father, when he was young, must feel sorry for his untimely birth and the helplessness of the hero. For him, the farmland is too small and the countryside is too small. By the end of 1970s, as soon as the policy was loosened, my father pulled up a group of people, put together an acrobatic troupe, and started his wandering journey.
Compared with my unruly, my father's character is softer. Whether farming at home or performing arts in other places, the endless friction of reality has created the weakness of his father. Try to hide the cadres who bully others, and try to dress up as those who bully cadres; Flood, drought and hail disasters; Village dog, soil snake; Take Wan Li Road and eat thousands of meals; Everyone I met was my grandfather, and I was three points short ... Think about how many difficulties my father had to go through in his life. I really don't know how he survived if he never gave up, if he didn't muddle along. Perhaps weakness is my father's passport in this world, and he is using his flexibility to bear the impact of all external forces; Maybe my father knows the way of Tai Chi, and the inner strength is hidden behind the seemingly soft moves.
If my father's long journey is to survive, then his travel in recent years is a gesture of life. It is said that parents have no worries about food and clothing, and their children's filial piety is enough for them to spend their old age comfortably, but my father just won't listen to our dissuasion and refuses to accept the mountain. An old man, still wandering in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of miles. I can understand my father, who has been wandering for most of his life, and suddenly let him lie on the hot kang to rest, he will feel uncomfortable all over. My father's genes are in my blood, and I am tired of living a comfortable life and go further than him. The only difference between my father and me is that my father abandoned his wife and other children because of the pressure of life, but I took the initiative to challenge my fate. It is doomed that neither of us belongs to the lucky type.
Near noon, my father still couldn't find a temple where I could burn incense, but I finally found a pub halfway up the mountain. My father was addicted to alcohol, and Erguotou and Maotai also made him feel high and humiliated. Father doesn't drink much, but he must drink every meal; I, on the other hand, drink an amazing amount of alcohol, but I don't drink at ordinary times. So today's wine is also hard to drink. We are just chatting and so on, and more are silent. This is the silence of two mature men. We drank silently, everything was in silence, everything was in this unspeakable wine. My father seldom asks me about my situation outside, unlike my mother who always asks endless questions. My father has been wandering in the Jianghu for half his life and knows the hardships. Besides, he may understand and ask, but his son may not necessarily say. He knows that men are more willing to swallow bitterness and tears into their stomachs.
In the first ten years of my life, my father has been training me to be a farmer and familiarizing me with most farm work. At that time, as a stained ordinary worker, he clearly knew that his son could not have any other way out except farming, although he believed that his son was excellent. Father is proficient in divination, but of course he failed to figure out that his son can walk out of the field and into the city along a road called the college entrance examination. What is even more unexpected is that in his lifetime, he can live in this soft and boneless Jiangnan with his wandering son.
Father said: Jiangnan is really good! Your mother, your mother, why didn't she come?
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. I don't know whether my father has forgotten his own suffering or whether his nerves have become numb because of the wind and frost. He never complains anyway. He just savors his years in a cup and drinks the sunset into stars every day. My father doesn't like my aloof and sharp edges. He asked me to conform to the torrent of the world and find the cornerstone of my soaring in this torrent. In my father's eyes, this son is a tree I can rely on, but I see my humbleness more and more clearly. Although I don't like it very much, I have to admit that I am actually a grass, a grass transplanted from the countryside to the city, and a grass that doesn't know how to take root on the concrete floor. Father shouldn't think about such boring questions as "why are you alive" like me. A thoughtful grass is destined to die like grass all over the country, and it won't get much attention and applause.
"Some things are irresistible", my father's words seemed to be teaching and talking to himself. When crossing the rivers and lakes, it is water, and when it is shameless, it is a Buddha. I want to face life calmly and think about this problem calmly. Actually, you didn't treat me badly. I intend to compromise with God. As long as he doesn't deliberately make things difficult, I am willing to recognize his status and return the sovereign part of this territory to the soul in due course.
Traveling around the world with your father is like carrying your family on your back like a snail. Autumn in Jiangnan is still full of vitality. There is no winter in Jiangnan, which belongs to my father. I want to make an agreement with my father: if there is no accident, we will all live well.
2005.11.14. Wenzhou.
-Excerpted from Essays, No.8, 2007. The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
Huang Yanming
Not long ago, I chatted with my friends about Wang Zi's visit to Da 'an Road on a snowy night in the Jin Dynasty. Everyone can't help admiring the romantic life and free and easy in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
I sighed and felt a little disappointed. Working in Guangzhou for many years, I am used to the busyness of going out early and returning late. I don't know when I started, but I quietly put away my leisure and went to enjoy a spring outing and an autumn outing.
This is an unusual day. When the leader called, I answered with a blank face. The voice is very comfortable and the content is very shocking: "I have decided to let you take a one-day tour of Conghua in our clinic, leave this afternoon and return tomorrow afternoon."
Putting down the phone, I tried to suppress my joy, went back to my seat in three steps and two steps, sorted out my emotions and pushed open the window. The sun is charming, the sky is clear, the birds are singing and the grass is green. 12 months, this southern country is still full of spring!
I clutched the schedule tightly, searched between the lines and sniffed carefully. This notice is like how the Yellow River water fell from the sky, splashing my heart, stirring up huge waves and expanding my imagination:
At dusk, the rosy clouds are gorgeous and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. A CMB is like a boat in the green sea of Conghua, which is better than the lightness and chic of Li Bai crossing the Three Gorges.
At night, red bonfires, red faces, dances and laughter spread far away. ...........................................................................................................................................................
In the morning, I read the words sprinkled on the grass, looking for people in the depths of autumn, rows of maple forests, oblique stone roads and white clouds. Is it Du Mu's home in Tang Dynasty? Go and see if frost leaves are really redder than February flowers?
I try my best to arrange my own work, participate in this group activity as much as possible in my spare time, put aside my work and worries, blend into the landscape garden, confide in the river with a relaxed and joyful mood, and marry the earth. In the vertical and horizontal geographical history, thunderous thinking often produces a feeling of life, which is really a pleasant thing. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, the whole class went for a picnic. I just put it on the night before. I went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night, vaguely packed my things and prepared to go to school to concentrate. When I saw it was four o'clock in the morning, I climbed into bed again. Years later, I couldn't help laughing. This is not the mood now. A little excited, a little anxious ...
Unfortunately, I still can't go, but I'm still full of joy and happy to give up my position to others. Wang Ziyou, who missed his friend, braved the heavy snow to visit him all night and tried to sail the boat. The harder it snows, the stronger his friendship becomes. He suddenly stopped in front of the door, exhausted. He's satisfied. He doesn't need to wear it. I am happy, I am satisfied, because I have received a love, and I don't care about traveling. People who have been away from home for many years are eager for care and comfort. Group activities are just like going home for the New Year, and they are United and happy. Now that the horn of national harmony has sounded, we are also waving flags and shouting with practical actions.
I had a dream that night. I was at home on the 30th, and the fire was warm and red ... The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
Love words turn into wounds.
All the year round, only autumn is the most charming.
After the midsummer, the autumn sky began to become exceptionally high and blue, as smooth as floating white clouds and silk. Every morning, I look out of the window and find another sunny day. I must be in a particularly good mood, not as gloomy as spring, not as changeable as summer.
Autumn sunshine is always as gentle as a lamb. Although the autumn tiger is annoying, it lasts for a short time. Most days, the sunshine we feel is very comfortable. If we are in a dense forest, small spots in the cracks of trees will excite travelers.
Autumn waters change the rush and surge of spring and summer. No matter where you are in the river, the river, the lake and the sea, you are so gentle and affectionate. The water in the mountain stream may dry up, but the mountain spring will not dry up. Its voice is crisp, like the jingle of a ring attached to a beautiful woman.
The autumn moon is sultry. I once left home in autumn. At night, when the moon is high in the blue sky, the moonlight is like water, and people are already sleepy. They are full of homesickness, friends and lovers, thinking about the poem "When will the bright moon pass, and the horizon will be * * * at this time". There are many traditional festivals in autumn, and then Chongyang after the Mid-Autumn Festival. On holiday nights, if the weather is clear and the moon is bright, family ties will naturally arise. The autumn moon rises, dew begins to form, and the moon has reached the treetops. Naturally, I think of Bai Juyi's poem "Poor in the third night of September, dew like a pearl like a bow", and the autumn moon is beautiful.
Autumn flowers should not be missed. Mimosa, wild chrysanthemum, dandelion and other humble plants can be seen everywhere on the edge of the ridge, by the stream and at the foot of the mountain. Their rouge-like flowers move with the wind, not competing for favor, not enchanting, blooming alone and having a unique style. People can't help but care about hibiscus, chrysanthemum and Jingui. I like Lotus River best. Rare, facing the water, facing the wind, with the charm of trees and the appearance of flowers. No matter whether it is single or multi-petal, it is dazzling, welcoming the morning light and sending the evening. The beauty of chrysanthemum lies in its elegance, posture and cold-resistant personality. The beauty of Jingui lies in its exquisite appearance and dazzling golden color, and of course it also lies in the fragrance of thousands of miles. In midsummer, the graceful lotus has become a remnant lotus, which is used for listening. The artistic conception of "leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain" is so desirable. Autumn flowers are not as rich as spring, but they are more fragrant and deeper.
In late autumn, the forest is still green, and there are not many trees with yellow leaves. Probably because we live in the south, the maple leaves have not changed much, but we can smell the ripe taste, look up, and the branches are covered with red and black Rayna Sue wild fruits. Every time I climb a mountain, I will think of the fun of picking wild fruits in my hometown when I was a child.
The golden rice waves in the fields in late autumn fluctuate with the wind. Whenever the threshing machine rings, I will also think of the hard work in the fields when I was a child. Those seemingly painful memories of childhood now seem beautiful and unforgettable.
In autumn, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered, and the scenery is still beautiful.
-Excerpt from Sohu Circle: Years are sentimental in autumn, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered.
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Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs?
-Du Mu
The bridge in Jiangnan is the epitome of Jiangnan.
From the winding alleys of the ancient town, another cycle began.
Sunrise, the early morning to release the vitality of the ancient town, the soft light scattered in the Jiangnan water town a few miles away. The ripples in the water are accompanied by the delicate and moist songs of tits. Maybe people don't know that tits have a poetic name in the south, called "Jiangnan Hongzi".
If Jiangnan is an exquisite poem and bridge, it must exist with the soul of poetry and be special with poetry.
Bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, like the scenery of clear water and green mountains, are continuous and poetic. After crossing the waterway, you will always see the bridge, but you will never get tired of seeing it. Each bridge is a lot of ingenious strokes, and all kinds of scenery are exactly the same as those of the water town, forming a unique one. Beautiful and elegant, modest and unpretentious, this is not only a bridge in Jiangnan, but also a true portrayal of Jiangnan.
Jiangnan people also love bridges. The bridge section naturally has a poetic atmosphere.
In Tongli ancient town, there is a bridge called Siben Bridge, which has a history of 700 years. However, those old people who meditate in the street will still be happy to tell you that the "four books" are the original intention of "taking the country as the foundation and the people taking food as the sky".
It is this poem that produced three bridges, namely, air blockade bridge, Tailai bridge, Sanqu bridge, Taiping bridge, Geely bridge and cheung tsing bridge, etc. There is also a small bridge with a deck less than three feet, but only five feet wide. When you meet, you should pass sideways You have to admire that this is really an exquisite handicraft, not a convenient means of transportation.
At noon, the bustling crowd made this ancient town, which is used to the hustle and bustle, look brand-new, and the pivotal position of the bridge in Jiangnan life was highlighted. Looking around, which bridge is not crowded? It's hard to imagine that the smallest bridge is three or four hundred years old.
There is a very eye-catching couplet by the Xiaodong Bridge, which was built in the year of Zheng Deyuan in Ming Dynasty. The first pair of couplets is "a full moon shadow", and the second pair is "the song of books on both sides of the strait". Since ancient times, these scholars have shown you a picture of "reading through the window at night" in order to achieve something. In the silent night, people were awed and amazed.
Now it is: the bridge is still there, the scenery is still the same, but it has changed the world.
The waves on the bridge are rough and the sunset shines at night.
An ordinary day ushered in an ordinary night.
You see, every family lit a lamp and pushed a cup for a change. From time to time, there were bursts of laughter and songs, which made people sigh that this ordinary night in Jiangnan was so brilliant.
Bridge, lying comfortably there, the reflection in the water does not seem to erase the noise and prosperity of the day.
In one ordinary day after another, these bridges have been lying on the river for a hundred years.
There have been vicissitudes and changes, and they have engraved their vows on the bridge.
But I know that in Jiangnan, the bridge will never change.
The bridge is still there, and the scenery remains the same.
But in this world, ...
The bridge in Jiangnan is the epitome of Jiangnan.
From the winding alleys of the ancient town, another cycle began. ...
-Excerpted from the Literature Blog Network. Autumn is everywhere in Jiangnan.
Xiaoxiang tearful rain
Our era is an era of re-examining individuality and taste, so people compete to publicize individuality, abandon tradition and decide.
Heart runs counter to classicism. Even autumn is no exception, isn't it?
There is no infinite sadness of "falling trees rustling, falling flowers spitting under glass leaves" What we see is a city with many high-rise buildings: there is no infinite melancholy of "autumn flowers are bleak and autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang has a long autumn night". What we feel is a green campus; Without the silence of "Silver Bamboo Qiu Guang painting a cold screen and waving a small fan to pounce on fireflies", there is infinite noise in our ears. It's like living in a hot summer, right? Everything is too far away from us, as if we had never met.
So you can't help asking, "Is this autumn?"
Yes, when all new things sweep in, when the last feature of autumn is deprived, is autumn still autumn?
So the dream returned to that unforgettable scene: wild geese flying south, falling leaves, bleak autumn wind, rough waves, yellow grass, devastated ... When I woke up, I was only full of disappointment and a trace of heartache. Where did the dream autumn go?
Who ever knew how much wonderful enjoyment the season of "fallen leaves and fragrant bricks" had brought me? No one stipulates that autumn must be full of sadness, like Li Qingzhao: "What's the sad word this time?" No one said that autumn must be Daiyu's "sad face", but who can say that autumn can be less autumn wind and less leaves? You ignorantly abandoned the autumn leaves and deprived Qiu of his life. Now you are proudly enjoying the clean path and the windless warmth. Have you noticed that an ancient emotion is collapsing and a season is bleeding?
Autumn without autumn wind and autumn rain is not autumn, just like a canvas without oil paint, a song without melody and a novel without plot. There are no birds in the sky and no fish in the sea, leaving only a trace of regret for us to savor.
Perhaps, we are all too afraid of sadness, loneliness and ridicule. So against our will, we decorate our cold and blank hearts with different behaviors and words. We look gorgeous, but our hearts are the most empty. Yes, only empty people will shout loudly that they are not lonely, but those who really live a full life can savor the taste of loneliness. Therefore, the evil of autumn is not in autumn, but in people themselves, which makes the so-called "all scenery words are sentimental words." As long as we relax our tense nerves and give ourselves a chance to return to the id. Then, we are not afraid of autumn. At that time, you will find:
Autumn is infinite and life is colorful!
-Excerpted from Sina blog