A gust of east wind, occasionally northeast wind, is not big, but the cold seems to remain. Blowing on the face, slipping, a chill instantly gathered. However, I immediately felt refreshed and my eyes seemed to light up in an instant. In the far east, the dignified deep blue is probably the most active in the sky at this time, and it has been blended with an increasingly bright silvery white. Attractive silvery white, gradually radiant with light yellow, slowly precipitated into orange yellow, and quietly turned into a light and romantic rose red.
Eyes are enjoying the colorful beauty of nature in the morning, but the pace has not stopped. The privet tree, though not stout, still flourishes and falls behind silently. Glancing at it from time to time, the thick green of the crown is faintly visible. In the cold winter, Pterocarya stenoptera and Populus tomentosa, which have fallen leaves, seem unwilling to lag behind at all. The bare branches are vigorous and powerful, spreading their branches tenaciously and standing fearlessly.
Suddenly, a melodious bird song floated briskly out of the dense branches and merged into the shallow shadow in front of my eyes, and my eyes seemed to light up slightly. Behind the melodious long sound, there are naturally short and euphemistic, which is very nice. What kind of bird is it? Thrushcross, I think. However, according to relevant books, most of the early singers in the morning between Jianghuai and Jianghuai are dawn birds, but the sound of dawn birds is probably not like this. While thinking, my eyes are full of doubts and I have been wandering. Unfortunately, there are no signs of birds in front of us. Unconsciously, it was another euphemistic and loud piece of music, which was obviously different from the music I just heard. The sadness that has just bred has quietly turned into a euphemistic and loud bird song.
There seems to be a moment when I paused slightly, but it was just a blink of an eye. An idea flashed through my mind, as if I hadn't heard such a sweet bird song in the early morning for many days. Today seems to be the first time to hear such wonderful music since the beginning of spring. Although it is not much, it is fresh and wonderful, and immediately engraves the mark of joy in my heart; Soon, it brewed into a surprise and blood rushed.
Those two euphemistic and loud music just now seemed to be the lead singer, and then, in the thick and dignified green of the privet tree, the music with different timbres kept dancing; Wandering in the dense branches and leaves, wandering in the bare branches, wandering freely in the cold wind. In a trance, I seem to be listening to a distant morning song. Think about it carefully, vaguely feel a little different. The music lingering in my ears is really beautiful, melodious and clear, but obviously a little thin.
Melodious birdsong comes slowly and spreads gently, and the dignified deep blue of the sky has been quietly diluted into blue. In the morning, a few wisps of mist and haze quietly rose in the fresh and melodious birdsong, and gradually turned into a few white light clouds, as if a little chilly in the morning, quietly floating in the distant horizon. It is like a light shining silver thread, seamlessly embedded in a huge aquamarine. Colorful Oriental, in melodious music, lovingly conjures up bundles of rosy glow, which spreads happily.
"Goo goo", after a few sweet words, "eat fruit-fruit." "Eat fruit-fruit." The warm and loud cry of the turtle-necked turtle can't wait to ring, and the wet and greasy cold is filled with the frost everywhere. Surrounded by the brilliance of the sun, the flaming morning sun is full of smiles. Between heaven and earth, a golden light and shadow appeared instantly, and dazzling divine light shone everywhere.
Dongfeng bursts, constantly blowing across the face and body. I don't know if the fiery red sun is enthusiastically rendering, but there doesn't seem to be much disgusting cold on my face, and what I feel is pleasant coolness. Look at Ligustrum lucidum, which is bathed in the morning glow and evergreen all the year round, and other thick green leaves of pine, cypress and camphor trees, as well as Pterocarya stenoptera and Populus alba, which are still being polished. In the charming divine light, there are some abnormal' looks' vaguely. Between the thick green leaves, sharp green shoots sprout faintly; On the bare branches, there are blue and purple buds arranged at intervals. Is spring coming? But there is no obvious feeling, and there is no fresh and beautiful figure in spring. What I see is still bleak loneliness, some bleak helplessness, and infinite disappointment after the cold wind. The frost in the morning and the occasional flash of thin ice in the corner of the ditch and pond dam implicitly and tactfully indicate that winter is still unwilling to leave here.
With a sigh, I suddenly remembered what I saw that afternoon.
After lunch that day, I took a nap and suddenly felt very happy in a daze. I immediately opened my eyes, and my eyes flashed silently. I feel funnier when I'm awake. At this time, it is impossible to see or hear the spectacular scene of "Jade Emperor in Canglang" written by Cai Que, a poet in the Song Dynasty. What are you laughing at? Thinking and searching in my heart, my eyes have drifted out of the window and landed lightly in a vigorous and green poplar forest, wandering in the vegetable fields surrounded by poplar forests. The afternoon sunshine is bright and bright, with warm and gentle light. Poplar stands proudly, bathed in golden light, with a slight silver halo. On the neat vegetable bed in the garden, the pure white petioles and green leaves of Chinese cabbage spread happily in the bright sunshine. In the center of almost every Chinese cabbage, there stands a tender moss carved as green as jade, with a cluster of yellow buds the size of rice grains on it, all eager to grow hard. Occasionally, there can be one or two bright yellow flowers, shyly hidden in bright yellow buds, flashing a little beautiful amorous feelings. Spinach, coriander, etc. It seems that if you are full of strength, you will suddenly rise a lot. Suddenly, "Ah-"and "Ah-"are melodious and loud, like two long sounds that have gone through vicissitudes of life, gently involving those confused eyes. Before they could see it clearly, several blue-gray shadows flashed and disappeared into the Woods. Melancholy eyes are still searching back and forth in the bright Woods, and a few kind voices of "goo goo goo" and "goo goo goo" float gently. I don't know when two lovely and delicate gray turtledoves have moved in on the branches of pomegranate trees used as fences on the edge of the vegetable garden. The gray feathers are slightly reddish with grapes in the bright sunshine, which is very attractive.
Several clear and cheerful shouts of "Slag Slag" and "Za Za" gently pulled me back from my shallow thoughts. The fiery red sun has gradually brightened up, and the gorgeous golden light is swaying gently, and the distance is cold, wet and greasy. My mind came alive in an instant, like a pair of elegant wings flapping gently. It suddenly occurred to me that the shadow of thin ice is becoming more and more ugly in a small river and several ponds along the road I walk every day. I don't know from which day on, the flowing water of the river wandered freely for many days, although it didn't sing "Flowers" like the song. The wild wormwood on the shore has turned blue, and the thick green moss in the river seems to have condensed a winter green. In response to the rhythm of running water, graceful and gentle body writhed, and occasionally one or two inches of small fish could be seen wandering. Quiet pond, like a wet jade, is seamlessly embedded in villages and fields. The calm water reflects the blue sky and faint white clouds, just like a fresh and elegant ink landscape painting. On the withered reed beside the pond by the river, several birds flashed from time to time, but disappeared before they could see clearly. Only a few crisp and cheerful calls, accompanied by running water, attracted the small fish in the pond to surface from time to time and looked around.
Somehow, a hazy rain scene flashed through my mind. The morning after the shock, it was dawn and a light rain was falling quietly. It's a light rain, really a veritable light rain. As Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his beautiful and fresh prose "Spring", it is like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, and it is woven densely. Suddenly I remembered the monk Zhinan's "clothes are wet, apricot blossoms are raining, and the wind blows willows". Soft words have slipped down my throat, but I laugh at myself. Where do apricot flowers come from in the drizzle? What's more, the wind blows on the face, which still makes people feel cold.
You don't need to look carefully. On the bare branches, among the lush branches and leaves of evergreen trees, and on the ground where the grass is fading away, one or two birds, or a dozen birds of all kinds, can be seen everywhere, playing happily and singing beautiful and euphemistic morning songs.
In a trance, melodious, melodious and crisp bird songs, like the sounds of nature, gradually drift away, lightly fall on the branches of trees, slowly become green buds, bathed in drizzle and morning dew, and grow happily; Birds are passionately immersed in the slender branches of winter jasmine and cherry blossoms, turning into budding buds, smiling at the chilly east wind and blooming freely; Birds spread comfortably in the boundless wilderness, silently transforming into a little crisp grass tip, gently stretching the exquisite body, and Ran Ran is all over the ends of the earth. ...