It rained at night, accompanied by wind and lightning. Not big, not vigorous. However, it still retains the personality of rainy summer, refreshing, crisp and straightforward, and it is not sticky or greasy and lingering. After dawn, it was clear in Wan Li. From the humid air, the darkness of the courtyard dam and the crystal leaves, we can also recall the footprints of rain; On the other hand, the wind and lightning passed without leaving a trace. At that time, I found a smiling face, the smiling face of the sun. Bright red, fresh, cheerful, sincere, complex, rich in expression, full of vitality and vitality. The morning sun, with its most precious purity and authenticity in one day's operation, greets me kindly and easygoingly, and greets the dream I just walked out of. A kind of warmth permeates the whole body, not only physically, but mentally. I feel a feeling of happiness and relief.
Sleep in the country is quiet, and last night's storm was just a kind of hypnosis. I wake up as a bird's alarm, which has nothing to do with rain and sunshine. When the sunshine slips into the window and stays on my face, it is unconscious to comfort and approach. Now that I think about it, there should be some kind of agreement between the bird and the sun and the closed window. Otherwise, why do sleepy birds like me get up so early and sing at the right time, repeatedly and tirelessly until my eyes meet the sun; Why does a closed window leave a slender seam? A precious property is often acquired by accident, such as today. Although there is sunrise and sunset every day, it is dark at dawn. However, we don't necessarily have the treasure in the morning light every day, nor do we necessarily look at each other with the sleeping truth every day. We are often used to marrying our dreams into the night and maintaining our feelings and emotions in an illusory existence, so that we have developed a neglect of the real existence around us in our habits. When we miss the best time and meet the sun in the ordinary, we don't know that we are infected with the vulgarity in the dust; Or, I mistakenly think that sunshine and smiling face are innate, so that I ignore the courage to pursue truth and the treasure in the morning light.
The Sichuan plain is foggy, and the sun rarely appears clearly, let alone in the morning. What people usually say during the day is nothing more than the light of the sun, struggling through the fog barrier and presenting itself in chaos. Like this time. Sunlight is chaotic and filtered by fog and dust; The real sun is hidden behind the clouds, and the sun shines on the ground through the thick and thin clouds, so we have sunny and cold weather. It's late summer, and it's time for farmers to say, "Don't thresh ten days before autumn, and dam yellow ten days after autumn." Seasons and sunshine alternate in summer and autumn. The afterglow of midsummer is still there, and the sunshine at this time should be closer to St. Petersburg where Goncharov is located. Happiness and pain are always related. The scorching sun adds vitality to Yuan Ye, but it torments the city with unbearable heat. The rice seedlings are jointing, but the flowers and plants on the street are dying. Stone lions in the streets, buildings and banks are all smoked; The dog in the shade stuck out its tongue, snorted and looked around; Pedestrians in the street covered their foreheads with their hands, and sweat flowed straight into their eyes. I hid indoors, came home from the office and turned on the air conditioner, trying to compete with the heat. But man-made cold penetrated into my body through my shallow skin. I'm cold and sweaty, so I need an intravenous drip.
Today is different. The sunshine in the morning not only made me appreciate a smiling face, but also made me pass the sunshine and meet the sunshine.
The birds are still singing, and their voices are short and fragmentary. The sun shines on the face, fresh and transparent. This should be a ray of betrayal sunshine, peaceful, soft, considerate, gentle, not fierce or poisonous, not arrogant or impetuous, beyond the season. How can you not get up quickly? Just lie down, shrink into the air-conditioned bed, stretch out an expectant face, face the sun, and try to have both. How can people be so greedy, so self-interested and live without rules? The window is open, occupying almost half of the whole wall. I'm talking about the wall facing the east, facing the fields and the Simone River. It's just that the opening is not revealed, but covered by thick curtains. That long, narrow seam was never left by me on purpose last night. I didn't expect it to really exist. You can invite the morning sunshine to wake me up when I sleep. The original intention is to cover up, cover up the darkness last night-does darkness need to be covered up? Suddenly I feel that it is a very funny and confusing thing, which has been ignored, but we repeat it every day and feel at ease for many years; It should be the original intention to block the sunshine during the day. People are used to closing their eyes to face the night-but fortunately, this kind of shielding is not successful, leaving a gap, so that I can be close to the morning sunshine, close to the smiling face, appreciate the smiling face, and feel a lot of warmth and goodwill from it.
The morning sun is very low, standing on the slender horizon; The so-called horizon is the horizon where Dongshan stands. The low sun straightens the line of sight, throws it out of the window, and passes through nearby Yuan Ye and distant Meng Si at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. The sight comforts, escorts and cherishes all the way. The origin is a tree. Under the sunshine, the trees in front of us and the Dongshan Mountain further away are looking up, not looking up. It's not that the sun usually walks in the sky, which makes us feel high. Walking like this, head-up projection creates a three-dimensional effect. I realized that parallelism is actually a kind of tolerance. In this tolerance, no matter how dense the canopy is, we should give way to the sun and leave shelter for clouds and the sky, or stray birds. The trunk is thick, the epidermis is cracked, and the cracks are filled by vicissitudes, but they are not filled. It is sunshine that fills the cracks, but that is only the positive side, and the negative side is another matter. In fact, under the sun, the cracks on the shady side of the trunk are even more tragic. This Cryptomeria has been guarding the courtyard dam for decades. I have long been used to facing this complex world with different faces, both positive and negative. It looks peaceful and calm, just like meeting an old friend.
Further on, there are vilen, Simao River and Dongshan. Looking at the past with soft light, they are actually difficult to subdivide. More importantly, this is a painting, which is imaged in the backlight. Rice, rivers, mountains and the sun, all of which are eye-catching, are abstract symbols and metaphysical symbols puzzled by philosophers. It seems that people can capture its god, but it is difficult to grasp its shape. In a trance, a shy smiling face is watching the scenery; You and I, who are watching the scenery, are in his sight. Of course, if we look at him, what is different is his appearance. It is the sun. There are certain conditions; If it weren't for the specific time, place, people, events, results and all the news elements, you would have misread the sun that just appeared on the horizon. You may really think of it not as the sun, but as a smiling face, which is the smiling face of parents, friends, relatives and even enemies. In short, all the rich beauty and ugliness, kindness, warmth, smile, encouragement, consideration, tolerance, kindness, narrowness, selfishness, concern, sadness, pain, complexity and simplicity in the world can be found on this smiling face.