Classical Prose in Winter ① Air, cold.
As winter approaches, the leaves on the branches fall to the ground and become thick carpets. Dawn is getting late and night is getting early.
It's raining, and the patter of rain is wonderful and sparse. It seems to be mixed with light snow. It's cold. The cold air in winter, blowing on the face, is very cold.
Proud land, unyielding winter character, clean air mixed with cold. The footsteps of winter have entered, bringing deep and calm.
A cold wind blew and the leaves fell one after another, so I couldn't help shivering. The footsteps of winter are approaching, and winter gives people strength. Winter seems to be telling a test of life, an enterprising life and a kind of enjoyment of life. It is high in winter and cold in winter. Clouds are blue in winter and pine trees are evergreen in winter. Insects lie quietly under the big tree, and birds become much quieter.
The horn of the car was ticking on the road, and the people who hurried home were in a hurry.
The moon and stars climb into the sky early, and the night comes earlier.
It rains in winter, and the first snow comes so early. Although it is not big, snowflakes are floating on trees and houses, which makes people like it.
The wind is strong and the branches sway, making the distance blurred.
Winter, a beautiful season, looming, is coming. It makes people feel cute, silent and lively.
Silence, a kind of cold beauty. Mei Wen
The pace of winter is approaching ...
Classical Prose on Winter (2) I found that the ancient village fell asleep this winter.
Under the warm sun in winter, the ancient village lies on the gray-yellow land with shabby hills on its head. The sun shines lazily on the glass of the uneven and abrupt two or three-story building. I vaguely saw the old people in the village leaning against the wall, squinting in the warm winter sun, and waves of sleepiness were flowing in the air. When I drove off the highway, I saw that the roar of machines used to mining day and night suddenly quieted down. I was shrouded in the silence flowing in the air and everything in the village fell asleep.
I drove slowly and looked at the familiar village. From one end of the street, you only need to look at the other end, and there is no shelter. There are no tall trees blocking the view. Trees with thick arms on both sides of the cement road can be seen without guessing their ages. Sparse and slender branches make people doubt that a few sparrows can bend branches. But I can't confirm my suspicion. I didn't see the common sparrows in winter, nor did I hear the squeaking iron finches. When the village fell into dead silence, I couldn't bear to let the car make noise to disturb this quiet sleep. In fact, I am driving on this flat street. There are no people, no obstacles, and I don't need to honk at all. I tried to find the ancient shadow of the village from the houses, trees and everything in the village, and tried to imagine how Guanzhong, who got lost in the Spring and Autumn Period, let go of the old horse that knew the way and crossed the streets and lanes of the village, and finally walked out of the valley. But I was lost, not in an ancient legend, but in this spacious street village. There is no shadow or trace of the village in my memory.
In recent years, when I pass by the expressway, I always look at the village next to me. This expressway was rebuilt by the dam of an ancient river, which is even older than the legend, because Guan Zhong walked out of the valley and reached the ancient solitary bamboo country downstream. When the expressway was completed, when the trees of different sizes on the riverbank fell once in a posture, I was surprised that the trees with the same face stood neatly on the riverbank, and I was also surprised to see the smoke from the kitchen in the village, the ancient locust tree at the head of the village, and even the roof of my hometown and the reed hole where food was hoarded in winter. However, the kitchen smoke, locust trees and reeds have gradually disappeared. There are more and more highways and vehicles, and the village is boiling and lively. When the century-old pagoda tree and the mountain at the head of the village fell down together, the ancient iron element entered the village with modern arrogance. People in the village learned to worship and change their faces in panic. They took off their clothes with blue bricks and green tiles, put on shiny tiles and glass coats, worshipped the shrinking hills and even knelt down until they disappeared.
Bowing down is an ancient etiquette and a unique bow ceremony to express high respect. Originally, it specifically refers to a way to worship the Buddha, but in modern times, it generally refers to a way to express extreme respect or fear. There is nothing wrong with the ancient villages worshipping the mountains because of the arrogance of iron. I believe it is not so much a lofty respect as a kind of obedience and voluntariness. At this time, I fell asleep in the village. In the warm sunshine, I studied how this village fell asleep, whether in worship or in a natural state.
Pull your eyes outside the village and open your mind with your vision, but you can't find the past life in the village on this desolate green land. The legendary past life of the village, in my imagination, does not help to confirm the sleeping position and state of the village. I stood in the backyard of my hometown and looked at everything outside the village. As far as I can remember, there has always been a big cabbage cellar in the backyard of my hometown. There are several thousand kilograms of Chinese cabbage in the vegetable cellar, and the sweet potato cellar is in the front yard. Almost all families in the village have such vegetable pits and sweet potato pits in their yards. The cellar is filled with the autumn harvest of the cultivators, as well as the steadfastness and stability of the cultivators. Even if the door is closed on a snowy day, steaming a pot of sweet potatoes and stewing Chinese cabbage with vermicelli will make you eat like a raging fire. Every time I think of the panic of grabbing salt and buying food because of SARS and tsunami, it is really practical compared with the days of farmers at that time! Nowadays, there are no vegetable pits, no sweet potato pits, and even no wheat seedlings in the fields of villages in winter, only bare barren land. This land has lost its role in farming. There is more iron hidden underground. Iron popularized the concept of proportion among the people in the village. Iron is heavier and more powerful than grains and vegetables.
When the iron element became a giant, he stood out from the land and waved his hard hands. The village is excited day and night, sleepless, waiting for unspeakable subversion, overthrow and reconstruction. After a few years, everything was done cleanly. Subversion is followed by overthrow, and subversion is followed by reconstruction. This reconstruction is an earth-shaking change. Almost all the old houses in the village have been rebuilt this year. Courtyard, two floors, three floors, concierge, garage, a brand-new modern village was built from spring to autumn, all of which fell into silence and fell into a deep sleep this winter.
The village may be a kind of natural physiological sleep and a kind of physical recovery after being overexcited and tired like a person. But this kind of sleep is actually in the warm sunshine in winter, lacking the common sense and scientific definition of sleep. I think this way, the night has come, and it's time for the village to really sleep. I quietly waited for the ancient village to sleep peacefully in the dark. The horns of motorcycles and cars sounded intermittently in the street, and the lights of motor vehicles shook at night. During the day, footsteps came from the empty yard, and at night, the village woke up. I carefully distinguish the sounds coming from the houses in the village. When the sound of the vehicles quieted down, I heard shouts from the next door, the sound of slapping the table with my hands, the excitement of winning money in gambling and the regret of losing money, and sometimes there were discussions and quarrels about the valuation of new houses. I know that at this time, money is flowing in the old way of "willing to gamble and lose". I felt the village's gibberish and anxiety in a panic, repeating it between half sleep and half wake up.
I had to open the medical books on my desk to find a real answer to the sleep in the ancient village. Although this is my own wishful thinking, even unreasonable behavior, it will at least give me a kind of comfort. Modern medicine explains that excessive sleep or sleep attack during the day is called sleepiness, which is an uncontrolled occurrence of sleep and a nervous system disease. For thousands of years, traditional Chinese medicine has explained that weakness of spleen and stomach leads to yin exuberance and yang decline, leading to lethargy; Middle earth governs the spleen and stomach, and gold governs the lungs and intestines; However, the lack of gold soil leads to weakness of the spleen, stomach, lungs and intestines, deficiency of yang and excess of yin. When a lot of iron in the land is hollowed out, the land floats and the village sleeps. If this has nothing to do with the five elements theory of the unity of man and nature, I would rather believe that this is a superstitious fantasy, but I can only comfort myself and the sleeping village in this way.
In the sleeping village, I have a dreamlike trance and collapse. In the distance, the lights on the highway shifted; The colorful neon lights in the city spread and expanded in the night, entangled into a huge whirlpool, engulfing and tempting ancient villages to sleepwalk or compete with them nearby.
I stood silently in the cold wind, unable to see whether the village was walking or disappearing from me.
Winter Classic Essay (3) It began to rain at noon yesterday. At three or four o'clock, it rained heavily, almost moderately. Half an hour later, the street was full of dirty water and the leaves were falling. I don't have an umbrella and I don't like to cover my head with cloth mushrooms.
After six o'clock, the raindrops are thicker and denser. Walking in Huaqingchi Square, my hair is wet, my trouser legs are wet and my clothes are wet. I was soaked through in the cold rain. If I keep getting wet, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold. So I drilled the tunnel on the west side of the Blue Ocean Hotel to avoid the rain. Chatting with the doorman there. A cool breeze sent the oblique rain curtain into my neck, and the ice was extremely permeable.
While chatting, I waited for the passing train. According to the time, there should be a flight. But after waiting for forty or fifty minutes, there was neither a bus nor a taxi. My coat was wet and I began to feel cold all over. The water dripping from my head stung my eyes. Inclined door, let wait, let sit, and didn't wait for the bus. Seeing that I was in a hurry, the doorman stopped an agricultural tricycle and asked the driver to take me on. The driver is very kind, let me sit in the position of assistant and take me all the way to the gate of the community.
When I got home, I was too lazy to cook. I was so hungry that I ran into the kitchen and remembered the beef and ducks I brought back. Cut the beef and eat it in tears. I took another piece of duck bone with meat and chewed it. The water is boiling, make a cup of tea. Slowly feel warm. Ten minutes later, stomach upset, stagnation, abdominal pain, subconsciously, I know I have some allergic symptoms.
When people are uncomfortable, their thoughts are not in place. I don't want to go to the computer, watch TV or play with my mobile phone. Turn off the lights, open the window, climb the windowsill and listen to the rain and the wind. It keeps raining and the wind keeps blowing. Through the dim light of the street lamp, the shadows of the leaves are faintly visible. The vehicles in the parking space also reflect the lights and shine like mirrors.
I muttered to myself: the light snow is solar terms, the yang should fall and the yin should rise. Heaven and earth are impassable, yin and yang don't cross. Everything has lost its vitality. It should be snowing instead of raining. But who knows when the cold rain will be enough?
After drinking two cups of hot tea, the stagnation in the abdomen eased. The feeling of trembling all over, also reduced a lot. So, I touched the bedroom, took off my clothes, lay under the covers, charged my mobile phone and fell asleep. Going to bed so early in the morning is at least a strange thing for me.
When I woke up, it was already past four in the morning. Because I eat and drink tea before going to bed, dreams follow. I leaned against the bed, trying to recall the strangeness and eccentricity in my dream, but I couldn't remember the plot in my dream.
So, I unplugged my rechargeable mobile phone and began to write the article "Stray Dogs in the Yard". By 7: 00 15, the creative content was basically completed, and the first draft was too lazy to revise and proofread, so space was given first.
Yesterday afternoon, Liu Zengqiang, a police officer from the District Procuratorate, informed me to go to the Procuratorate to fill out a new form. Director Liu of the District Bureau of Justice called for three times, because he could not hear it because of silence. Later on the phone, he informed me that tomorrow, no matter what, I would get the form, fill it out and give it to them. With this task, I dare not stay in bed any longer. Because once I pour it, I will fall asleep again, and it will take two or three hours at a time.
After washing, I made a cup of tea. Drink two cups in a row, and your body will be warm. So, open the window and get ready to smoke. The snow outside the window excites me. Overjoyed, I put my whole head out of the window and stared at the strange scenery in front of me.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Unexpectedly, the rain last night turned into flying snow at night. A thin layer of snow fell on Ligustrum lucidum, palm and forsythia in the green belt. Seen from a distance, Li Youshan is also white, which clearly shows the wonders of rime. The roof of the nearby canteen is covered with snow. There is also a thick layer of snow on the parked car.
After a heavy rain, the snow has just arrived. The air is fresh and the weather is blue. The mountain seems to be near, the grass seems to be green, everything looks unusually clear, the mood becomes better, and depression goes with it.
In early winter, there are not many days with excellent visibility. If you are not blessed with such a beautiful phenological climate, it must be from Fu Lin.
I closed the screen window. Put on your coat and go straight to the street. Downstairs, on the trunk of the car with snow, I wrote four words with my fingers: It's cool to snow. Also on the bench, I wrote the words "scenery in the snow" I photographed the snow scene in time with my mobile phone, and also photographed the words I wrote. Because this is the first snow since winter. The winter snow that comes quietly is not so boundless, but it is enough to make people feel relaxed and happy.
Go to the T-junction of Huichang Road and enter the steamed stuffed bun shop where you often eat. I ordered two tofu buns, filled with Chili oil, and peeled some raw garlic, and ate them while eating. It suddenly occurred to me that I was going to work in a government department. The smell of raw garlic is so bad that I won't eat raw garlic.
On the fourth floor of the front building of the district government, I found the Justice Bureau. Make it clear why you are here, and someone will receive you soon. According to the staff, the management attributes of the people's supervisors have changed. It used to belong to the procuratorate, but now it belongs to the judiciary. This time, I asked to fill out the form, because I have to give it to the city government tomorrow. Time is tight. Today, I need to fill in the form, post an inch bareheaded photo, and send it out in the afternoon after the unit seals it. Otherwise, we will miss the node of the market.
Out of the yamen, Mount Li on the right attracted my attention. I stopped and looked up at the mountains, quietly enjoying the dynamic beauty of the static Mount Li.
Over the years, Mount Li has never seen such a pure appearance or such beauty. The night of rain and snow turned Mount Li into a beautiful face. To the west of the ropeway, the leaves are yellow and green, which makes people mistakenly think that it is the rhyme of three spring. To the east of the cableway and to the west of Sigou, there is a rare turquoise. On the dark green, there is a layer of white gauze-like color. It seems that there is an atypical Wusong spectacle in Mount Li.
At nine o'clock, first of all, a misty Shan Lan rises from the Shiweng Valley between the East and West Embroidery Ridges! These white fog clouds are spiraling and rising, and their shapes are constantly changing, making it impossible to predict a magnificent view. These fogs roll like a sea of clouds, like rough waves.
Li Shan is wearing a hat! After more than ten minutes, the fog swept through and enveloped the beacon tower and the torch building. After more than ten minutes, you can clearly see Xiaoma Pavilion and Old Mother Hall, which also fell into Shan Lan, hiding their remains. More than twenty minutes passed, and landmark buildings such as Chaoyang Pavilion, Riyue Pavilion, Xizhao Pavilion and Binjian Pavilion were also submerged in the transpiration fog. On the west side of the foot of the mountain, the Sanyuan Cave complex is relatively low and faintly discernible. The whole Mount Li was almost swallowed up by Qi in Shan Lan.
I watched it for nearly eighty minutes at the gate of the district government. Such a scene, such countless weather, such misty clouds, such magnificence, this is the first time for me.
I like the freshness after rain, the filtered air, the clear sky, the spectacular sight of clouds flying, and the first winter snow that moistens my heart.
Classical Prose in Winter (4) Walking on the campus path, the cold wind told me that winter really came. A few days ago, the golden sunshine seemed to give us the last warmth. This winter is particularly cold.
I like winter, and I always hope that a snowflake will fall on my shoulder in surprise and cross that deserted path with me. It's freezing, it's raining lightly, kissing my umbrella gently and falling on my heart. In winter, this arrogant woman in Leng Yan is so close to people and so far away, as if she was born to walk alone in the gray sky and watch the affair in the world of mortals. In a hurry, who can only admire the fallen leaves lying in the rain?
When it doesn't rain, I expect sunshine. If it doesn't rain, sunshine can be the best ornament in winter. Just lazy to contact the sun. The sunshine in winter doesn't give you hope like spring, enterprising like summer and poetic like autumn. The sunshine in winter is like us in winter. We are afraid of being hit by the fierce wind and don't want to show only a shadow. Perhaps this is the unique beauty of winter, with a little warmth in the cold.
Recently, I accidentally found that a classroom on the first floor of the department was not used for classes, so I was no longer willing to go to the library when there was no class. Winter is suitable for loneliness. One waits for a classroom, one looks at the warmth of the sun slanting on the desk through the bright window, one looks at the people coming and going on the sidewalk below, and tears at other people's stories.
Why don't memories freeze with the coming of winter? Reading other people's words reminds me of you.
Are you all right now? The boy at the back table in my memories of youth is my fleeting vision.
In that blooming season, the teacher's casual arrangement doomed me to miss it all the time. I'm thinking, I accidentally walked through the Peach Blossom Garden of the school, and did the petals quietly fall on my heart?
What attracts me to you? I don't remember. Perhaps after you gave me a small name "nerd", it still made me feel so warm; Maybe it's your silence in class; Maybe you hit me on the head with a pen after class and say "idiot"; Maybe when you say, let's talk, we will be divided into classes after tomorrow ...; So I answered your question casually while reciting the words. At that time, I didn't think I knew. Later, I can recall many of you. If I know, I think words can forgive me for being lazy for a while, because it was a girl's mistake.
From then on, our meeting was doomed to pass by, or simply say "hey". Can't find the intersection, can't find the reason to talk, can't find the topic to talk about, I think, at that time you must not know, behind you, there will be a pair of eyes always pretending to inadvertently sweep to where you are.
Later, I got up the courage to tell you "I liked you once", and you said once, and it was over ...;
Later I asked you, are we really impossible? You say, who knows what will happen in the future? ...
Later, I joked that you introduce me to a boyfriend! You said, let me introduce myself to you ... whether you are joking or not, I still have one left in my heart.
The sunshine outside the window hits my heart, and you are not in the sunshine.
Whether the rain kissed my umbrella lightly or the sun warmed my book, the future will be full of clouds and clouds, and the tide will rise and fall. Always cherish what should be cherished, give up what should be given up, it will be cold in winter. So what?