Beijingers say, "The neck is short in spring." Southerners think this "neck" is nominal. Just after winter, summer comes.
The most enthusiastic opinion is: "Where can there be any spring? I can only see the wind, the wind and the dirt all day, and I can't keep my eyes open. I wipe the table a hundred times a day ..."
The scene mentioned in the opinion is actually neither winter nor summer, and it must be admitted that it is spring. But unlike spring in the south, it's true. It is also reasonable to pay attention to the spring breeze.
At first, I also missed the spring in Jiangnan. "In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peanut trees are mixed, and the warblers fly everywhere." Such a famous saying is that some old cellar wines are full of color, flavor and taste. There is no mention of wind in these four sentences. The wind is invisible and everywhere. The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River is like willow leaves gently brushing the earth; Everything is considerate, like a drizzle. Only the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the flowers bloom and fall. ...
Is the spring breeze in Beijing really scraping the soil? Later, I had a different experience, which was the benefit of going to the countryside.
I have had a "spring neck" several times in the mountainous area in the west of Beijing and the hillside in JD.COM. Under the shady rocks, snow, whether it is beginning of spring or the vernal equinox, is cold and dense, which has no civilized significance. Whether it's a pool, a stream, a well platform or a spring, wherever there is water, we all insist on ice inkstones, ice slides and ice ballast ... overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, it rolled in from the vast grasslands and deserts outside the Great Wall. Crossing the mountains and ridges from the customs, crossing the ridge, inserting into the ravine, irrigating the mountain pass, screaming the horn, roaring and roaring, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, Sarah pulled away and flapping on her face, like countless needles.
Boom, where did the river ice crack? With a creak, the diseased branch with a big bowl mouth was scraped open. One night, the wooden shelf of the stone house where Gralla, Grara and I were living rang and shook. It's like waking up from hibernation, stretching, moving limbs, relaxing joints in turn, glara, glara.
Wheat seedlings turn green in frost and ice, and mountain peaches bulge in snow. Early in the morning, wearing big hub shoes and an old sheepskin vest, I let the Vitex basket and sheep manure with ice ballast go around the mountain mouth and climb up the mountain ridge. The spring breeze panted and helped the panting people to spread the manure evenly. I'm so happy.
Mountain people in the north like men with infinite strength. When I like it too much, even the rudeness I bring is only Japanese. Otherwise, please think about it, how can you cross the grassland, walk in the desert and jump on the mountain ridge under the touching of willows and the considerate care of drizzle? How can you kick away the frozen frost and snow that can't walk everywhere?
If I go back to Jiangnan, it's always warm and cold, and it's the hardest to stop. It will always be the faint sunshine of the horn and the misty rain of the oxtail. It's like wearing a wet cloth shirt all day, the corner is moldy, mushrooms grow, and the smell of dead mice. Can you not miss the spring breeze in the north?