Written on the Spring Equinox 1
The rain for days finally stopped. A few clouds passed over the low mountains in the afternoon, and the sun generously spread its light on the misty mountains. earth.
Out the window, the sky is blue, camellias and magnolias are blooming together, peach blossoms and azaleas are competing for beauty, and the beauty can be seen in high and low places. The rain washed away the dust on the leaves and gave the world a new greenery. The wind was no longer cold, only sweet freshness and a touch of warmth.
So we sighed: "Spring is coming!"
In such an academic place, we should say: "The direct point of sunlight is gradually moving towards the Tropic of Cancer. The vernal equinox will happen tomorrow." It is located at the equator. From then on, the days in the Northern Hemisphere are longer and the nights are shorter, and the temperature rises. Hibernation will eventually end, and vegetation will revive. Driven by the original drive for the reproduction of all things, whether it is single-celled prokaryotes or the most advanced mammals in history, they will gradually become active. Therefore, we often say that spring is warm, flowers bloom, grass grows and orioles fly, all thanks to the rotation and revolution of the earth, as well as the photon energy given by the stars that dissipates in the process
But in fact, we can Be a little more romantic, a little more gentle, throw away the reason, and feel it willfully.
For example, I can irresponsibly say that the sun looks a lot brighter today, so spring is here and the flowers are blooming.
Don’t be entangled or flustered. Confucius couldn’t solve the problem. Of course we can talk nonsense and get rid of the addiction of entertaining ourselves. The ancient poems and ballads vaguely came from the sparks of collision of thoughts, and they were clear in my mind, "Sleep in the water, and collect the celery in a small amount." Sit in the water, and collect the algae.
At this moment, it should be The sun is setting, and the red light is spreading slantingly on the hills, branches, and shrubs. It is soft and soothing, like a veil that is blown by the wind and draped casually on the land. Any soul can cut it into his own shape. Do you like the look you like, and then wear it on your body, waiting for the spring to marry? Look up at the sky, and strands and pieces of white clouds occasionally crash into your sight, floating comfortably but religiously on the sky, rippling with the breeze , travel freely. Above the head, a moon appeared leisurely. It was not formed into a disk because three thirds were missing. It looked like a strange-shaped duck egg. It shyly grabbed a few strands of cloud silk to cover it, but it showed a different kind of charm. .
I couldn’t help but turn over the calendar, it turned out to be the 11th day of the lunar calendar! No wonder this month is not yet full, it’s so cute. Just like a pot of wine, when you are drunk, you may act mischievous or sleep on the altar. You may be happy, but in the end you will be numb and forget yourself. But when you are half-drunk, you suddenly feel so heroic that you can lead the oar and drift with the flow. , remove stones and pull out wood, you can compose hundreds of poems, write ink to write a chapter, you can also talk about the past and present, and stand out from the crowd!
Jade plate, jade pot, toad palace, cinnamon wheel, how many people sang "Looking at the Moon" "Silver hooks, Qiong hooks, hanging bows, jade bows, how many people are sighing under the crescent moon." But this November moon, I searched my mind, but I couldn't find a single nickname related to her. I can't help but secretly sigh at my own shallowness. I can't find a name for all the feelings at this moment?
Ah! Please forgive the absurd nonsense throughout this article. It's just that the spring is like wine, and the moon is even more intoxicating. ! Written on Spring Equinox 2
Last night around eleven o’clock, the first spring thunder I heard sounded in the sky in Hangzhou. It rained all day and people became lazy. , burnout. After washing up early, I lay in bed but was half sleepy. I didn't understand what motivated the change, let alone when this change would happen. In short, when many things really happen, they always seem to happen naturally, naturally, without a trace. Just like many things that were once expected did not happen, but things that were once unexpected did happen. Maybe this is the magic of life and the charm of nature.
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A Nature Chapter
I opened the window in the morning and it was already approaching noon. The shouts of the vendors always disturbed my sweet dreams. The window outside the window is still gloomy and covered with dust. The roof of the bungalow opposite is full of water, with a few messy cigarette butts lying on it. The wind blows the cover of the air conditioner like a distant hand.
When I walk in the community and on the streets, the scene after the rain can’t help but make people sigh. The gorgeous magnolia flowers have been damaged by the wind and rain. The ground is covered with fallen pistils. Many of them have lost their original appearance and have been trampled into mud by passers-by. The remaining flowers on the branches have suddenly become much thinner. .
Lu Youyou: ?It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. ?Although it is not a plum blossom, the situation and scene are comparable. I had never known magnolia before. It is a plant whose flowers and leaves never see each other. When spring comes, the branches are full of flowers, like rainbow clouds, full of vitality. When the flowers fade, the leaves slowly grow. When the flowers are in bloom, the jaw-dropping beauty is intoxicating when viewed from a distance. There are many magnolias in Hangzhou, and they can be seen everywhere in nearby communities, along the East River, Tiesha River, and the West Lake. Magnolias are mostly white, or mixed with pink, and their broad flowers and leaves are plump and fleshy, showing nobility.
The beauty of cherry blossoms is that of Xiaojiabiyu. They are cute and naughty. They are even more beautiful when placed by a river lined with green willows or in a courtyard with jagged buildings.
Several times in the evening, I walked around the community, the East Garden, and the riverside. I was shocked by the beauty of magnolia. I wanted to collect this beauty, but I gave up because I didn't bring a camera. Now, after a night of wind and rain, the flowers fell, which turned out to be a pity.
?Last night it was rainy and windy, and I was sleeping hard without the remaining wine. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but I found that the crabapples were still the same. Did you know that they should be green, fat, red, and thin? ?I remembered this poem by Li Yian, but Magnolia is not Begonia after all, and I can't stay the same. The magnolia blooms for a lifetime, only for a brief moment. The flowering period is short and the flowers and leaves are not available, so it is even more pitiful.
? Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. ?I am afraid that only I, an idle person, can mourn the withering of Magnolia with such words. Daiyu buries flowers and makes people laugh, but who is the intimate person?
Time flies, recalling the light and shadow of more than three years, the past events are vivid in my mind. I once wrote an article "Falling Leaves" about such a tree - camphor. From meeting to acquaintance, she is so similar to Magnolia.
The special thing about camphor is that it bears fruit in spring and leaves fall in spring. Under the sky of Jiangnan, camphor is undoubtedly the defender of green. At the beginning of autumn, thousands of leaves withered, and the autumn wind pulled them off the trunks. Many trees became "bare trees", but camphor, the camphor in the south, still showed its persistent green amidst such withering. In winter, the snow is flying, and the cold wind makes everything naked, but camphor is still holding on. Many times, I walked on the road in the community. In a trance, I saw the green of the camphor tree, and thought that spring was always here. , never far away.
In the bleakness, camphor gives me warmth in my heart, so I like camphor. When spring returns to the earth and everything revives, camphor begins to slowly wither its leaves and quietly bears fruits. When the camphor leaves fall, they are accompanied by the emergence of new leaves. The transition between old and new leaves is so quiet and natural. In May and June, you can see the tender green emerging from the deep green.
The ripe fruits of camphor are black, like a monk's rosary beads, but smaller, similar to soybean grains. After polishing off the black surface, there is a delicate spherical sandalwood-colored structure inside, which is light and lovely. The ripening process gradually changes from green to darker. In the semi-ripe state, the core is transparent, like a fish's eyes, crystal clear. These fruits are dotted among the branches and leaves, very harmonious and very beautiful.
The wind and rain this night, you destroyed not only the magnolia, but also the camphor fruits. I don’t know what kind of show you put on last night, but judging from the scene in front of you, it must be a symphony and variation of a struggle against fate. A gust of wind blew, magnolia petals fell from the branches, camphor leaves danced with the wind, raindrops hit, and black fruits danced on the ground. The sound of "pop" is whether the rain hits the flowers and leaves, or the fruit taps lightly. I can't tell. But all this must be full of tragedy.
?The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. ?I have personally experienced the scene of camphor leaves falling under the wind. Now I am faced with the messy ground, magnolia petals trampled into mud, camphor fruits broken into the ground, mixed with black and yellow, leaves gathered in piles, a situation of life and death. , even more emotional.
Overnight, the colors of spring disappeared, the camphor lost a lot of weight, and the magnolia was full of trauma, which made people feel melancholy. The falling magnolia petals, falling camphor leaves, and damaged black fruits are so similar to life. No wonder Song Jiang lamented: "The rivers and seas are fluttering and the sea is moaning", "The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating, and the life is ups and downs." Who could have expected such a change?
Two-person essays
Today is the Spring Equinox, and day and night are of equal length. Perhaps this time of year is the most suitable to listen to the song "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", or to imitate the "Huangdi Neijing" "Slow down your hair and walk widely in the courtyard". Live up to this wonderful spring scenery.
The Book of Songs says: The black bird descends on the spring equinox. ?In the spring of March, the grass grows and orioles fly, swallows return to their nests, willow trees spin silk, and thousands of trees bloom in the spring breeze overnight. This scene is a good time for spring outings. Bai Juyi's poem "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" is most suitable for the scene: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Yes, Qiantang River and West Lake have reached the most suitable time for tourism. Countless men and women of faith come from all over the country to see the unique beauty of Hangzhou. The vast water of the West Lake sparkles under the sunlight, and the three pools reflect the moon looming in the lake. The green waves are rippling on the punting boats, and bursts of songs from tourists float up. The cherry blossoms on the Bai Causeway are as bright as clouds, and the green grass is woven into brocade. On the Su Causeway, there are arch bridges one after another, and the vegetation complements each other. Little squirrels dance lightly on the branches, pigeons grab food in the hands of tourists, and the koi carps of Huagang are crowded. The picture is complete, Lei Feng shines in the sunset and casts the afterglow of the setting sun. The evening bell of Nanping rings, and Jingci Temple and Lingyin welcome waves of tourists.
Climb the South Peak to overlook the spring scenery of Hangzhou, climb Qixia Mountain to admire the face of the morning sun, the first balcony where Ge Hong made alchemy, the Baochu Pagoda with thousands of pines, the loyal and patriotic Yuewang Temple, and the Qianwang Temple of the Three Generations and Five Dynasties. , the spring dawn on Su Causeway, the singing of orioles in the willow waves, and the twin peaks in the clouds are all the most enjoyable moments to visit. The tulips in Prince Edward Bay Park are also gorgeous, the Dutch windmill stands on the lawn, and the clear mountain water flowing from the North Peak merges into the West Lake. , the newlyweds freeze their loving memories here.
The winding long bridge is filled with tourists, and the boatmen are soliciting business. The statue of Zhang Shun holding a steel fork outside Yongjin Gate is still lifelike, and the pillar fence of the scholar Lin Zhuhong stands tall, and the wind carries it in the distance. The strong fragrance of rapeseed flowers came faintly, and dots of blue flowers were dotted in the grass on the roadside. Viola, February orchid, and purple flowers were scattered all over the ground. The artist waved a large brush like a rafter with water on the bluestone slabs on the shore. Writing, wandering singers and freelance artists perform dances and songs in small groups, painters use plain pens to trace portraits for tourists on paper, a rich aroma wafts from the coffee shop, and Lakeside Flower Tea, Longjing Tea, Jingshan Tea are all available,? Tourists queuing up to take photos stand in front of the stone plaques of Hangzhou West Lake Park and Meet West Lake Park.
In addition to traveling, it is also essential to taste seasonal vegetables. There is a description in the "Book of Songs" of "eating shepherd's purse" as sweet as a shepherd's purse. The person who has the most experience in this regard is Lu You, who wrote "Eating shepherd's purse" 》Three articles, and also comes with an exclusive secret recipe: a little salt to enhance the taste, and a slight addition of ginger and cinnamon to enhance the spirit. ?
Of course, the most elegant thing is to personally print a picture of spring oxen and send it door to door. Take two sheets of red or yellow paper and print the lunar solar terms throughout the year, as well as the patterns of farmers plowing the fields. The person who sends the picture is usually a good talker. Every time he comes to a house, he will say some words of spring plowing and auspiciousness. It comes out casually, but every sentence has a pleasant rhyme. It is commonly known as "Shuo Chun". People who speak of spring also have a nickname, "Chun Guan".
Xu Xuan, a writer and calligrapher from the Five Dynasties and the early Song Dynasty, wrote in "The Day of the Spring Equinox": "On the fourth day of February, the spring scenery is in the middle of the equinox." The moon lingers in the green fields, and the clouds are intermittent on sunny days. The swallows are still flying, and the flowers are already falling. It's late at night in the high-rise building where I miss my wife, and I can't hear her singing. ?I’m afraid this is the most appropriate wording for the Spring Equinox.
Chen Yang of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote in "Book of Music": The wind from the due east follows the rhythm of the clock, and the wind of the spring equinox is also the wind of the clock. ?Jia refers to the left and right stalemate; bell is the corresponding instrument of ritual and music; jiazhong refers to the sound of yin and yang intertwined and competing. In addition, Chen Yang also wrote about the relationship between Bagua and Bayin, which are eight kinds of musical instruments. ?The sound of bamboo is clear and clear, the sound of the vernal equinox? Bamboo is a wind instrument. It turns out that the harmonious and faint sound of the flute and flute are the tune of the vernal equinox. Thinking about it this way, during the spring equinox, there is a saying that "spring girls miss", spring girls feel the yang energy and miss people, which is indeed a little sentimental.
However, today's weather seems to be very unfavorable. Yesterday's rain finally stopped, the sky is still gloomy, and the temperature has been washed down. The wind blew, and there was a slight chill. This leisurely outing in spring has faded away, leaving only a daydream. The mournful singing lingered in front of the building, and time took away another old man. I have seen this kind of farewell ceremony unique to Hangzhou many times. The street, I don’t know when, became much cleaner and fresher. The tall plane trees on both sides had their branches cut off first, and now they have been uprooted, leaving only abrupt tree holes beside the road made of cement mortar. Showing sadness.
"Three Feelings"
With a song "Good Song", the sadness of those years will be alleviated. In the end, I will only regret that there are not many people together, and it will be too late to see them. Closed?. Joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, how can we control such changes? As long as we can live in peace with each other, that will be fine.
Since ancient times, everything has been determined. How can there be no chance of separation? From now on, we are divided into two places, each of which maintains peace. ?The song "Dividing Flesh and Bones" expresses the desolation of parting and also tells the truth of fate. This truth is all wrapped up in the words "Each of us keeps safe." Love lasts forever, and no matter how many times we get together, it will always make people sigh.
Those close friends, family ties, and love that appear in one’s life are always unavoidable from reunion to separation. Perhaps my feelings are too compassionate, so at such moments, I always feel lonely. I can't bear to see a familiar figure disappear before my eyes, no matter whether the front is suffering or joy, happiness or laughter. But when a familiar figure disappears, it's always hard to hide the sadness.
When I was a child, I left home to go to school, and the figure of my mother watching from a distance at the door made me feel uneasy even if the separation was short. Later, when I grew up and had friends, my friends’ backs became a hidden pain for me. When I graduated from college, I said goodbye to my classmates who had been with each other day and night for four years. I promised not to cry, but I couldn't help but shed tears when I said goodbye. Later, with love, the power of the back became even stronger, and it even became a deep entanglement, which made me suffer. Nowadays, for work and livelihood, Pengpengjianghai has experienced more joys and sorrows, but the sadness caused by the back view has never diminished. Just like what is sung in "The Love Song of the Red Dust", "We agreed not to cry when we parted, but why are the tears blurred? Just like the sentence in "Goodbye is also a tear", "I can't bear to look at you, turn your back to me." ?
Emotion is a kind of spiritual maintenance, and we need it because of loneliness. Family, friendship, and love, because of them, we can truly feel our own existence. We have someone by our side, who can say some comforting words when we are lonely, and chat with you when we are lonely.
Some people are sad about spring, and some are sad. Whether it is sad about spring or sad, it is a kind of sadness about the disappearance of beauty. Because beauty is short-lived, it makes people pity it; because it is irretrievable, it makes people feel even more compassionate. Chang Xinzhe sang in "From the Beginning to Now": If goodbye is to break up again, loss is eternity. ?However, no one can control such joys and sorrows.
The bustling house suddenly became quiet, and the figure that once lingered around suddenly disappeared. The laughter, curses, and quarrels in the house will become memories. So, we have memories and memories of what we have lost. That's why Stephen Chow's movie lines are so deeply rooted in people's hearts, because he touches the hidden pain in everyone's heart. We began to regret it, and we wanted to do it again, but in the end we couldn't.
This is why Andy Lau's "The Water of Love" and the Qing Dynasty's "time travel drama" are so popular. Because, we always regret not grasping it well in the first place. There was once a popular post on the Internet, "If you could go back in time, which year would you like to go back to?" It was just a few words, but it had tens of millions of clicks.
When you live alone, no one cares about your food, clothing, housing and transportation, no one is angry with you, no one quarrels with you, but I am full of discomfort. Li Shengjie sang in "Hands Let Go": "I shut myself up and left only a balcony. Every time it got dark and opened the window, I stared at the night in a daze, watching the past scenes scene by scene, and once again performed music like the love you gave me." , accurately describes my current life, so I, who is already sensitive, feel even more sad.
Emotions need sustenance and spirit needs nourishment, so adjustment is very important. When I am alone, I read books, listen to music, write articles, watch movies, travel, and try my best to keep myself busy and not think about things that intrude on me. Only in this way can the soul be liberated.
?Be selfless in your heart and the world is wide?, and cultivate a leisurely mentality, so the Buddha's words always make sense. Looking at life with a smile requires high quality. Paying homage to Buddha and participating in Zen practice the mind. Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi both became attached to Buddha. Only when your heart is strong enough can you look at the mortal world with a smile, and have all the things in the mortal world while still having a distant Zen mind.
The song "Parasite Grass" writes: Full of tears of heroism, we are separated from the home of a virgin. Xie Merci was ordained under the lotus pedestal. There was no chance of being separated in a blink of an eye. He came and went naked without any worries. Where could he beg for smoke, raincoat, rain hat, and roll in a single line? I would just let my mango shoes break and my bowl be transformed by fate. The two words "Follow the fate" are the most touching. They are divided and combined. Only in this way can we deal with it calmly.
? Life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be full of charm due to sadness. ?No matter what the motivation is, or the difference between expectations and reality, no matter the feeling of regretting the spring, cherishing the spring, being sad to commemorate it, perhaps all I have to do is to concentrate on practicing. Refining the mind adds a kind of leisure and a sense of nature. The sea accepts hundreds of rivers, and tolerance is great. Standing on a wall with thousands of feet, there is strength without desire. ?Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and relax, chanting poems, absorbing thousands of things, cultivating a majestic spirit, imitating Zhuangzi and taking a leisurely journey.
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