winter
Author: Zhu Ziqing
Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and there is still a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene does not blow the stove), and the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It was night and the house was very old. Although "foreign lights" were lit, it was still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often has to stand up, squint slightly, reach into chopsticks from the dense heat, pick up tofu and put it into our pickles one by one. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating.
We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air. It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. I was sitting by the West Lake with Mr. S and Mr. P. Mr. S had just arrived in Hangzhou to teach, and wrote in advance saying, "We are going to visit the West Lake, whether it is winter." The moonlight that night was really good, and now it still shines on me. It turned out that the night before was "the first day of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. "A few stars shine on the fishing village, but the ink is light and the trace is far away." There are two poems by Jun Kouzhan.
We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even. I gradually fell asleep. P jun "hello", just raised his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, and it's quite lively there. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often wrote to him. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he received a special tax from a special tax bureau, and never heard from him again. After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. There is only one street two miles long. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, someone's window reveals a little light, and pedestrians hold torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of birds in the sky. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because there are too few people walking, sometimes there is a sound, which can only be heard when the far wind comes, but it is unexpectedly outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home.
Once I went to the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and their mother and son were lined up side by side; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she has been dead for almost four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile. No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (2)
Summer in Yangzhou
Author: Zhu Ziqing
Yangzhou has been praised by poets and scholars since Yang Di. Praise much, praise for a long time, the average person will echo. Up to now, if you mention the name Yangzhou to someone, he will nod or shake his head and say, "Nice place! Nice place! " Especially those who have never been to Yangzhou and read some Tang poems, Yangzhou is really beautiful like a mirage in his mind; It would be even worse if he had read books such as Yangzhou Painting Boat Record. But in a person who has lived in Yangzhou for a long time, he doesn't have so many beautiful fantasies, and his hatred may cover up his hobbies; He may have been away for three or four years and never thought about it. If he wants-what do you think he wants? Woman; Yes, it seems famous, but I'm afraid it's not a woman now, is it? He will only think of the summer in Yangzhou, although it is still related to women.
A big difference between the north and the south, in my opinion, is that there is no water in the north and water in the south. It is true that the Yongding River and Daqing River even burst their banks in the rainstorm in the north this year, but this is not water; Although the Three Seas and the Summer Palace in Beiping are a little watery, they are peaceful and sweeping, and the boats are so clumsy. There is still water in the south. In summer in Yangzhou, most of the benefits lie in the water-some people call it "Slender West Lake", which is really "thin". To be honest, I don't like the name West Lake. It is so elegant and vulgar.
The convenient place to get off the boat is the moat, which extends out and twists and turns until it reaches Pingshan Hall. This is a name you are familiar with. There are seven or eight Lijiang rivers with many tributaries. In fact, this river has no great benefits, but it is winding and quiet, which is different from other places. The most famous scenery along the Yangtze River is Xiaojinshan, fahai temple and Wu Ting Bridge. The farthest is Pingshan Hall. You know Jinshan, but Xiaojinshan is in the middle of the water. It's the best place to see the water and the moon-but I've never been so lucky. Nine times out of ten people who "go down the river" come here, and there are inevitably too many people. There is a tower in fahai temple, which, like the one in Beihai, is said to be caused by Emperor Qianlong's going down to the south of the Yangtze River and salt merchants urging craftsmen overnight. Fahai temple is famous for its towers; But there is another one, you can't guess, it's a braised pig's head. Eating braised pig's head in summer may not be appropriate in theory; But it's actually good to sweat and eat. As the name implies, Wu Ting Bridge is a bridge with five pavilions. The bridge is arched, with the highest pavilion in the middle and four pavilions on both sides, which are staggered and commensurate; It's best to look at it from a distance, or at the shadow, ok. There are many bridges, so you can wear them by boat, which has a special flavor.
Pingshan Hall is on the tree hill. You can see the faint outline of the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River in the hall. I think the phrase "the color of the mountain is both there and there is no color" is right and not wrong. There are few tourists here, so you can stay in the class for life. The scenery along the road also wins with leisure and silence. Get off the boat from Tianning Gate or North Gate. The winding city wall reflects the pale shadow in the water, and the boat slowly supports it, as if there is no sound on the shore. There are three kinds of boats: big boats are used for banquets and tourism, and can carry prostitutes or play cards. When I was a child, I used to go with my father and listen to Mou Liyang's records on the boat. There may be fewer such boats now, right Secondly, "rowing boat" is really like a watermelon, supported by men or women with bamboo poles. If there are many passengers, you can hire two and cross it with a small stool: this can also be regarded as an "ark". Later, another kind of "ocean rowing boat" appeared, which was smaller than the big ship and larger than the "rowing boat". A cloth tent was set up above it to keep out the sun and rain. There are more and more "foreign rowing boats" and fewer and fewer big boats, but "small rowing boats" are always needed. This is not only because it is the cheapest, but also because it is smart. Sitting alone on a boat and standing at the stern with a bamboo pole is simply a Tang poem or a landscape painting. Moreover, some good teenagers are willing to punt themselves, and they are not "rowing boats".
"Rowing" is cheap, but there are some differences. For example, as you can imagine, punting is always more expensive for women; Girls' support is naturally more expensive. These punting women are what some people call "boatwomen on the Slender West Lake". There are probably many stories about the boat girl, but I don't know much. It is said that it is natural to win with messy clothes and humor; Middle-aged, funny, but not bad But at first it was just a temporary indulgence, or it didn't hurt Lianhui. When there is a price in the future, it will feel boring. The area outside the north gate, called Xia Jie, has the most "teahouses", usually facing the river. When the ship is out of date, tea drinkers and passengers can say hello at will. If the people on board are happy, they can also ask the teahouse for a pot of tea or one or two "small cage snacks" to drink, eat and chat in the river. When you come back, give the teapot and the so-called small cage to the people in the teahouse together with the price. Johns are familiar with teahouses, and they are not afraid that you will eat for free. Steamed snacks in Yangzhou are really delicious: I have left Yangzhou and walked through seven or eight places, big and small, and have never eaten such a good snack; This is actually worth remembering. Teahouses are generally good in places and have good names. Such as Xiang Ying Gallery, Lvyang Village and Hongye Villa.
The cover of Qingyang Village hangs on Qingyang and flutters with the wind, which reminds people of the famous sentence "Qingyang Guo Cheng is Yangzhou". There are ponds, bamboo forests and pavilions, and the scenery is the most quiet. Teahouses in this area are well arranged, far from Shanghai, but the square teahouses in the north are also comparable. "Going down the river" is always in the afternoon. When I came back in the evening, I went ashore in the dusk, folded my gown and put it on my wrist, shaking my fan slightly in one hand; In this way, I entered the North Gate or Tianning Gate and walked home. At this time, you can read the poem "I have to live for half a day".
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (3)
leisure
Author: Bing Xin
My brother pulled out the hairpin from my head and carefully opened a new monthly magazine. After reading the catalogue, he rolled it up, held it in his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Ying, you are so silent. You haven't heard from me for a year. "
I mused and smiled.
Yes, it's too silent! However, I can't and won't steal time from my busy schedule; Write something unnatural, artificial and entertaining. The sick god took pity on me and gave me the most leisurely and quiet seven days. Apart from taking medicine several times a day, it is bitter. I don't think I haven't been immersed in a slight pleasure for a moment. -The courtyard is silent. The pillow is cold. The warm sunshine shines on the pale yellow wall through the reed curtain. The thick shadows of trees swayed slowly in the breeze. There are good birds singing outside the window from time to time. At this time, everything in the world abandoned isolation. One room is the universe, and the sound of flowers and trees is full of mystery. The most rare time in a year, but only seven days! At dusk, my brother came back, the music started and the silence was suddenly broken. A piece of dark green silk is covered with a lamp, and everything in the room is cool, like a tragic scene. Seeing your exquisite white clothes in the mirror, I feel ethereal and mysterious quietly. When the ukulele in the corner of the house, trembling, raw, slowly playing. Two voices with different tones gradually merged together. From melodious to wan zhuan; When I was talking loudly and sinking slowly, I felt infinite disappointment and anxiety. Children are so cute. In their sleep, they sneaked in, put down some flowers and left again. My little brother put it in a bottle and secretly put it on the bedside table while I was asleep. -I caught a glimpse of yellow and white, unknown flowers, lined with short bottles of light green. ..... It was not very fragrant, and every flower contained naive friendship.
Rest all day, and the time between sleeping and waking is unclear. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I feel full of energy. Listen to the thunder and rain. Every time lightning strikes, the golden flowers on the windowsill are reflected on the curtains lightly and clearly, and then quickly disappear. The afterimage is very clear and printed on my meninges. This is the first time I have seen "natural" light ink painting.
With permission, he came out to evacuate at dusk. Light and cold. Between the slow steps, the consciousness is very weak, and there is an unspeakable pleasure in the weakness. This scene is just like being on a boat when I was a child. -I don't remember at all, but my mother told me. -everyone is dizzy, and I ignore it alone. I jumped onto the deck to see the sea. From time to time, I feel that I have turned around and sat on the deck, which is very fresh and interesting. Every time I sit down, I laugh and get up again, hoping to fall down again. It's been more than ten years, and I don't want to take weakness as fun. It hasn't changed so far.
A friend wrote a letter of condolence to me, saying,' Being idle due to illness is not evil', and I have been a good patient all my life, so I know that being idle really takes a lot of effort,' the university asked. ..... If you can have a rest outside, it's especially wonderful to read the Vimalakīrti Sutra occasionally, because the goddess can tell the diseases of all sentient beings, and you can't help reading it! "I am afraid that I will disturb God, but I dare not." Being idle due to illness is the first worry, but I haven't read Buddhist scriptures.
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The beginning of autumn night.
Author: Yu Dafu
In the dark sky, the stars are scattered there like chess pieces. More violent wind, wailing on high places. There are not many pedestrians on the road, but they are constantly. When a car passes by, or when the wind falls, there is always a yellow sand blowing on Asfa's way out. It's time to put on a light coat and feel warm. The lights on both sides of the road that never stops at night have lost their luster compared with the first half of the night, and the doors of various shops have been closed.
The two of them walked silently on the road. The one in the back is wearing a semi-old summer cloth dress, and the one in front is wearing an unfashionable white silk gown. They are two friends. Those who wear dresses visit their fellow villagers on their way home, and those who wear long gowns come back from their comrades who went to America. They met by chance on the road. Both of them are unemployed.
"Where are you going?"
After walking for a while, the man in the dress asked the man in the gown.
Wearing a gown didn't say a word, walked silently for a long time, also don't turn around, ask the man in a suit said:
"Where are you going?"
Those who wear dresses don't answer, but silently walk along the tram line. They were walking towards a tram stop when the last tram back to the garage came. The man in the gown paused for a moment, waiting for the man in the dress behind him. When the man in a suit and tie walked slowly to one side in his gown, the parked tram left again.
"Why don't you take this tram back?"
The man in the dress asked the man in the dress. The man in the dress didn't answer, but his feet continued to move slowly forward, and the man in the dress followed.
They came to a fork in the road. The man in the dress stopped for a moment. The man in the gown approached the side wearing the suit and continued to move slowly without stopping his feet. Dressed in a western-style dress with asked:
"Why don't you go back to this fork in the road?"
They walked silently, and their figures gradually disappeared from the fork in the road. After a while, their shadows were completely swallowed up by the night air. At the fork in the road, the wind is very strong and there are waves of yellow sand. The wind is big and crazy. As soon as the bus came, the fork in the road was covered with yellow sand. It's early autumn night.
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There are such soldiers.
Author: Lu Xun
There are soldiers like this-
It is no longer as ignorant as African aborigines, carrying discerning muskets; He is not as tired as China Green Ranger, but he carries a box gun. He has no desire for cowhide and scrap iron armor; He only has himself, but he has a javelin used by barbarians.
He walked into the empty array and everyone he met nodded to him. He knows that this treasure knife is the enemy's weapon, a weapon that kills people without seeing blood. Many soldiers perish here, just like shells, making the brave useless.
Those people have all kinds of flags on their heads, embroidered with all kinds of good names: philanthropists, scholars, scribes, elders, youths, scholars, gentlemen ... under their heads are all kinds of coats, embroidered with all kinds of beautiful patterns: knowledge, morality, national quintessence, public opinion, logic, justice and oriental civilization. ...
But he raised his spear.
They all swear with one voice that their hearts are in the center of their chests, unlike other eccentric humans. They all wear goggles on their chests, and they prove that they also believe in what is in the center of their chests.
But he raised his spear.
He laughed and threw it aside, but it hit them right in the heart.
Everything fell to the ground; However, there is only one coat, and there is nothing in it. He didn't take anything, and he didn't win, because now he has become a sinner like a philanthropist.
But he raised his spear.
He strode through the void, nodded goodbye, all kinds of flags and coats. ...
But he raised his spear.
He eventually died of old age in an empty array. He is not a soldier at last, but nothing is a winner.
In this case, no one heard the cry of war: peace.
Taiping heavenly kingdom ...
But he raised the javelin!
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (6)
Love life Montaigne
I give some words special meanings. Let's take "alive" as an example. When the weather is bad and unpleasant, I regard "living" as "killing time", but when the weather is fine, I don't want to "kill time". At this time, I am slowly enjoying myself and enjoying a good time. In bad days, we should "get through" quickly; On a beautiful day, we should stop and savor. Common expressions such as "living" and "killing time" remind people of the habit of "philosophers". They think that the use of life is nothing more than sending it away, killing it, and trying to avoid it and ignore its existence, as if it were a bitter thing and a cheap thing. As for me, I don't think life is like this. I think it is worthy of praise and full of fun, even in my twilight years. Our life is endowed by nature and is superior. If we feel overwhelmed and waste our lives, we have only ourselves to blame. "Fools are dull and restless all their lives, but they pin all their hopes on the afterlife."
However, I don't regret saying goodbye to life at any time. This is not because of the hardship and distress of life, but because the essence of life lies in death. Therefore, only those who are willing to live can truly feel the distress of death. Pay attention to methods when enjoying life. I think I enjoy life twice as much as others, because the fun of life depends on how much we care about it. Especially at this moment, I see that life is running out of time, and the more I want to increase the weight of life. I want to seize the time to keep the fleeting days; I want to make up for the fleeting time by making effective use of time. The shorter the rest of my life, the more I want to make up my mistakes.
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (7)
Bing Xin sleeping in bed
Suddenly woke up, the window was still dark, only a street lamp hung high, and countless dazzling lights broke out in the distance!
My flying mind has fallen into a painful body again.
I suddenly remembered Lao Tzu's words: I survived, I have a body; I have no body. What's wrong with me?
At this time, I felt the pain of the body to human beings. Moreover, human beings also have mental pain: as big as worrying about their country and home, where will you go ... as small as hurting spring and mourning autumn. ...
Everything in the universe is heartless: the sun, the moon, the river, the spring in Qiu Lai, flowers blooming and falling, all of which follow the laws of nature. Only one person in the world-the spirit of all things, will give their feelings to ruthless things! China and other countries have never heard of the phrase "where petals flow like tears, lonely birds sing sad songs", and there are thousands in Qian Qian. In short, it is precisely because of people with thoughts and feelings that there will be joys and sorrows. "War and peace" and "Love and death are eternal themes".
I envy those planets without human beings!
I'm sober.
I woke up from a high fever, opened my eyes and saw smiling faces of relief and joy guarding my loved ones by the bed. I turned my head and saw many bottles of flowers on the bedside table: roses, chrysanthemums, cyclamen, calla lilies ... there were many condolence letters around me ... I fell into the world of love and flowers again-it's good to have humans in this world!
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (8)
Qing Lin Huan Qing Xuan
The west rain is oblique and the wind is slightly cold, and the light smoke is sparse and beautiful.
It's getting longer and longer in my arms, and the snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon.
Sweet wormwood yellow bamboo shoots try spring vegetables, and the taste of the world is pure joy.
This is Su Dongpo's inscription "On November 24th, the seventh year of Yuanfeng, I traveled to Nanshan with Liu Shu of Sizhou". It turned out that ten Su Shi and his friends went to the suburbs to play, drank a little wine with snow foam and milk flowers in Nanshan, accompanied by Polygonum hydropiper, Artemisia selengensis, Hsinchu bud and Shan Ye spring weeds, and then called themselves "human"
At that time, I was able to remember this sentence deeply. The most important thing was that I loved the latter sentence, because the ordinary pleasure of trying wild vegetables made the world more delicious. What is "Qing Huan"? Qing Huan is almost difficult to translate, which can be said to be "light joy". This faint joy does not come from other places, but from the love of quiet, sparse and simple life. When one tastes the smell of wild vegetables better than the delicacies of mountains and seas, when one sees the smell of stones on the roadside more attractive than diamonds, when one hears the singing of birds in the forest more touching than walking in a cage, and even when one realizes that a quiet pot of oolong tea can purify the soul more than a noisy dinner ...
Qing Huan is good because it has no desire for life, does not pay attention to material conditions, and only pays attention to the taste of the soul. The realm of happiness is very high, which is different from Li Bai's self-exile that "since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat". Or "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" " . It is also different from Du Fu's sad thoughts, such as "people, be merciful, make a wish with tears, and the mountains and rivers will eventually bloom", or "it is difficult for friends to meet, such as the stars in the morning and evening; Tonight is a rare event, * * * this candle "that kind of helpless sigh.
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (9)
Autumn rain, Zhang ailing
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk; Weave into a soft net; Net the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. That pile of gray clouds in the sky; Like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof; Everything is extremely dull. Pomegranate, mulberry and vine in the garden; They all represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture; Quietly in the rustling rain, remembering the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a musty rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination. It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain. The wet red brick exudes irritating pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled pattern of gray and yellow on his back is in harmony with the dull sky. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole world of autumn rain.
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (10)
Xi Murong, Baishan Tea
Camellia is in bloom again, so the tree is full of beautiful white flowers.
Every time, I can't ignore a flowering tree. Just like white and moist flowers, from small green buds to more and more full, to slowly bloom; From semicircle, to near circle, to full circle. When the flowers bloom, if you are willing to study them carefully, you can understand every word it says. Just because each flower can only bloom once, you should be extremely careful when you take a good step. There is not a wrong flower on the tree. They are so careful and serious to meet the only spring.
Therefore, every time I walk past a flowering tree, I will be surprised and hold my breath in the beauty of life.
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"Time" Xi Murong
A pot of rice, put the next day, the steam will be a little dry, put the third day, I'm afraid there is something wrong with the taste. On the fourth day, we could almost find that it had gone bad. If you put it down again, it will be moldy.
What caused this pot of rice to turn sour?
It is time.
But in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, when young parents give birth to their daughters, they will bury cans of rice wine in the cellar. Seventeen or eighteen years later, when my daughter grew up, these wines became the best wine at her wedding. It has a beautiful and thought-provoking name called Daughter Red.
What is the wine that ordinary rice turns into mellow?
It's about time.
After all, is time a good magician or a bad magician? No, time is just a simple multiplication, doubling the original value. The rice that has begun to deteriorate is getting worse every day. The wine that started to be mellow continues to increase its fragrance every minute.
In the world, we also see that once naive teenagers begin to degenerate, they will inevitably get deeper and deeper, and finally become totally embarassed and disgusting. But on the contrary, time has added gentle smile marks, considerate extension, mature style and wisdom charm to those who pursue kindness.
It's also cooked rice. What is the difference between bad rice and good wine? Just a little wine.
Born with parents, who degenerates like an animal, who can be promoted to a perfect person? It is a deep-rooted desire to pursue truth, goodness and beauty, and only hugs.
How does time treat you and me? It depends on what we expect of ourselves.
Excerpts from Famous American Prose (12)
Shi Tiesheng of Four Seasons Songs
Corresponding to the four seasons by the time of day, spring is morning, summer is noon, autumn is dusk and winter is night.
Musical instruments correspond to the four seasons. Spring is trumpet, summer is timpani, autumn is cello, and winter is horn and flute.
Corresponding to the four seasons with sound, spring is the whistle of pigeons floating above the altar, summer is the long cicada sound and poplar leaves make fun of cicada sound, autumn is the wind chime under the eaves of ancient temples, and winter is the random and empty pecking sound of woodpeckers.
In the four seasons corresponding to the scenery, spring is a path that is sometimes pale and sometimes dark, sometimes the sky is bright and sometimes gloomy, and strings of flowers are swaying; Summer is a dazzling and hot stone bench, or a cool and moss-covered stone step with a peel under it and half a crumpled newspaper on it; Autumn is a bronze clock. In the northwest corner of the garden, a huge bronze clock was discarded. The bronze bell is the same age as this garden. It is covered with green rust and the words are not clear. In winter, it is a few furry old sparrows on the ground in the forest.
Corresponding to the four seasons in mood, spring is the season of illness, otherwise people will not easily find the cruelty and yearning of spring; In summer, lovers should be lovelorn in this season, otherwise they will be sorry for love; Autumn is the time to buy a pot of flowers from outside and go home, put the flowers in the long-lost home, open the window and put the sunshine in the house, and slowly recall and sort out some moldy things; In winter, accompanied by stoves and books, I decided to become an immortal again and again and wrote some letters that I didn't send.
In terms of artistic form, it corresponds to the four seasons. Spring is a painting, summer is a novel, autumn is a short song or poem, and winter is a group of sculptures.
Corresponding to the four seasons with dreams, spring is crying on the treetops, summer is drizzle in crying, autumn is the earth in drizzle, and winter is a lonely pipe that cleans the earth.