In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, and the other is jujube.
The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He imitates
The Buddha will leave this world, so that people will never see its back again. However, now it is blue, with dozens of stars flashing, and it is cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.
I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember there was a kind of steering column.
The pink flowers are still in bloom, but they are smaller. She kept dreaming in the cold night sky.
Seeing the arrival of spring and dreaming of the arrival of autumn, I dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her about autumn.
Although it came, winter came, and then it was spring. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She was at that time
Smile, although she was flushed with cold, she still cringed.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. One or two children used to pick up dates left by others.
Now there is not a leaf left, even the leaves have fallen. He knows that Xiao Fenhua's dream needs spring after autumn. He also
Know the dream of falling leaves, after spring or autumn. He almost lost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi, but when he picked the original tree, it was full of fruits.
The arc when you leave is very comfortable. However, some branches are still very low, protecting him from jujube stalks.
Skin trauma from the tip, and the straightest and longest branches, have been silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, making
The sky is shining with ghostly eyes; Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky in the ghost's eyes is getting bluer and bluer, more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and only release the moon.
The rest. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who had nothing, still took the subway silently.
Stab into the strange high sky, bent on killing him, no matter how bewitched he is.
Eyes.
Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard laughter and ate the ground. It seems that I don't want to disturb the sleeping people, but the surrounding air
Everyone should smile together. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately laughed at.
Explore the situation and go back to your room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.
The glass in the back window is ringing up and down, and there are many small flying insects bumping around. After a while, a few came in, perhaps from
The hole in the enough paper came in. As soon as they went in, they ran into the glass lampshade. A blow from above.
He met a fire when he went in, and I thought it was true. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped.
The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.
Son.
When the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree will dream of a small pink flower, which will bend into an arc. I
Hear the laughter of midnight; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar with a big head and a small tail that had been wrapped in white paper.
Sunflower-like, only half a grain of wheat, the whole body color is lovely and pitiful.
I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite lamps.
Heroes.
1September, 924 15.
Autumn (Li Guangtian)
Life has been like this prose in the past, although in that early spring, just like the mood of the first lover.
Similarly, there have been so-called "hurricane bumps", but after that, the ship will always float on the slow current. Summer is
In the most common season, people look at dark green Woods and even flowers as red as the lips of remarried mothers.
Isn't it necessary to feel the fullness of life? This enrichment is tantamount to "ending", and people will not stare at it silently.
I won't meditate. It's like the scorched sun, like driving people into the cracks in the wall.
Generally speaking, it's even more annoying than winter.
It's autumn now. Compared with spring, spring is the road of life, which makes me feel deeply.
I am very upset, because I am too weak to resist the changes of natural seasons. Why?
After listening to the songs in the street, you won't work? Why did you run out the door when you heard the sound of raindrops? A bud and a flower.
Wet cloud, why do you feel crazy? I hate that I can't get along with it. It makes me too unstable.
I love it, but I also hate it, that is, I didn't miss it until summer was mature, but now,
This autumn, I don't remember what spring love is. Only when I saw the yellow leaves on that branch, I thought:
This is also like the appearance of "green willows, yellow and half uneven", but it is always another meaning. I don't want to say that autumn is over.
The road to "death"-please forgive my careless arrangement-Yining can add a "dead end" to summer, while in autumn,
Even if it is scolded in the dark winter, it is not the road of "life". Compare spring and summer.
I said it is going to the road of "life".
I would say that fallen leaves make a living by falling, and the branches under the ice and snow are brewing the liquid of life. And it's
Their calm power, their performance on the future and life, what did this make me feel? this
What season do I like best?
But I prefer autumn to winter. Yes, now, I think now.
It's in tune with my song. I can hardly tell why autumn is better than winter, perhaps because of the yellow patch on that branch.
Leaves, or a few flowers on the hedge, can show life better than winter, otherwise, it will be out of date.
The above reminds me of life, a yellow leaf and a remnant of English, which is connecting the past and the future.
They will make people stare, ponder, think and have hope for life. In this way,
People have already felt the real existence. Past, present and future, the world is real, life is real, everything.
It's all true, all dreams and fantasies are useless, and useless things are pulled one after another.
After the past, we should silently pray for life and plan some real things.
In my mind, I often think that life is not easy, but we are glad to come to this difficult job.
It worked. It's really difficult, but maybe it's because of it that it makes sense. And the so-called "good life and bad death",
I don't think it means "I would rather be born in the world than die underground." If it's not funny, I think I should say this:
I would rather walk on the road than stop on the road. Death is nothing to fear, not evil, terrible, hateful, and it is.
The most meaningless thing is to stop halfway. In this way, life is on the road. The future is
There is hope, and the road is forever. I hope the villain is blessed, because he can rest early, but
And they are also the most unfortunate, because they stopped halfway, so they might as well go underground. What about those who want to be big shots,
Are they also blessed? It is not that they are more unfortunate, but that there is nothing unique about the happiness and misfortune of this world.
Right, who knows the misfortune of luck and the misfortune of luck? The road is long and there is great hope, but on the road,
Thorns, broken hands and feet, this is the so-called human suffering. But this road is to go, because
Men are walking on the road. Only those who have really tasted the hardships of life can truly know the happiness and depth of life.
Those who really feel such bitterness and joy really mean such "real survival", don't they?
Is that enough? If you don't think it's enough, or you don't need it, then I don't know what you are looking for.
Fairy or demon?
It's a little far, but fortunately, my article has no purpose, so now I try to pull it back.
Life is on the road, hope is the beacon on the road, but it pushes forward behind, or it is often behind.
What inspired people later? Here, let's take a look at this autumn! Really, unconsciously
In autumn, the red flowers have turned purple-gray, and the gray ones are about to fall, leaving a yellow leaf.
Swinging around on the branch, you will feel that it is in danger of falling immediately, and when you stumble on the dead leaves on the ground,
You will feel that when you hear the rustling sound, suddenly a fallen leaf gently slides over your shoulder and flies down.
What did you do? Maybe you will only read, "I left it behind!" " When you walk in the wilderness and see withered grass,
You might just say, "Terrible!" However, my friends, you may not expect the west wind to come so early, but
Besides, it shouldn't be so cold, but your thin clothes are hard to take off. "The whole family is here.
In the autumn wind, September clothes are not cut. "For me, I can't catch up with the season every year and fall behind every year.
It's no use complaining about the ruthlessness of time, what's more terrible is the accident of life. At this point, people should exert their strength.
He cocked his heels and craned his neck to see the "lighthouse on the road" and here, behind the whip.
Here comes the son. The name of the whip is "terror". We, who are weak in vitality, have not been given "our own life"
"Cut clothes, but the west wind is cold enough!
I really don't want to see that leaf fall, but I know it is an "inevitable" thing.
Therefore, we should cherish the yellow leaf more and feel more cordial to autumn. When people find out
Don't you cherish your hair when it gradually falls off? Again, it's here.
The arrival of autumn means our life. Spring once gave people hope, but autumn gave people hope even further away.
Yes, and autumn gives people a sense of stability and calmness, and gives people a terrible whip because people look at it.
When I saw Mr. Qiu's face, I couldn't help looking in the mirror.
It gives people further hope, spurs forward, realizes the reality of life, and gives people a kind of "heaviness"
It is this dying autumn that holds the power. I suffer from autumn, and I am like more than one person to this bleak autumn.
Friends in 2008.
1936
sunrise on the sea
Ba Jin
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around. There is only the sound of machines on board.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. Red is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light shoots down from the clouds and hits the water directly. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright.
star
Ba Jin
In a collection of Belgian short stories, I came across this sentence:
"Stars, beautiful stars, you are rolling in boundless space, so am I, I know you ... Yes, I know you ... I am a person ... a person with feelings ... a painful person ... stars, beautiful stars ..." I understand the sad mood of a Belgian station employee. Many people have talked to the stars in the blue sky in this way. They are all unfortunate people in the world. The stars always give them great comfort.
On a small stage in Shanghai, I saw Turgenev written by German musician Meng. He either sits in front of the piano, pinning his noblest feelings on music and presenting them to a person; Or standing under the blue sky, shaking his white-haired head and admiringly saying, "You beautiful star, you pure star." Looking at the countless stars shining like pupils in the blue sky, his eyes were moist.
I know the old musician's tears. This should be the spring rain that irrigates the soul.
Outside my room, there is a blue sky that is not covered by roof tiles. I looked up and saw some stars embedded in the sky. I often stare at those beautiful stars with ecstasy. They are like a person's eyes, looking at me affectionately and never getting tired. Every moment these eyes move, it's like giving me a blessing.
The stars will not fall in my sky. My eyes are moist at the thought of this.
Ginkgo Guo Moruo
Ginkgo, I miss you. I don't know why you are also called Gongsun Shu. But most people call you ginkgo, which is easy to understand.
I know, your characteristics don't care that you have this kind of apricot-like fruit, the skin is as white as silver and the nucleolus is rich in nutrition-needless to say, this is enough for your characteristics.
But most people don't know that you are the oldest and most advanced flowering plant. Your pollen and ovules behave like animals, and you are a treasure preserved by human beings.
You can't exist in nature, but you still stand upright, singing the triumph of human victory in space. You saint of the East, you living monument to China culture, you only have it in China, but most people don't seem to know it.
I have been to Japan, and Japan has you, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. China culture has existed in Japan for as long as you have lived in Japan.
You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, especially you.
But not because you are a specialty of China, but because you are beautiful, true and kind.
How straight your stems are, how vigorous your branches are, how green, how clean and how delicate your fan leaves are!
In summer, how many temples have been crowned with towering clouds, and how many working people have been crowned with cool canopies.
Although the phoenix tree has your straight end, it is not as strong as you;
Poplar is lush but not solemn.
The smoky wind will charm you, and birds will come to song for you; God's Hundreds of Gods-If there are God's Hundreds of Gods, I believe that whenever the moon is empty, they will come to the party at your feet.
Autumn comes, butterflies die, your green leaves will turn golden yellow, and butterflies will fly out of the garden.
Aren't you a clever magician? But you don't have the kind of Jianghu atmosphere that makes people hide their noses.
When you are free from everything and your branches are propped up in space, you are not ashamed of cold wind, frost and snow.
You didn't give in to your attitude at all, but you didn't despair; Your virtue is as barren as music, but you are not proud; Your taboo seems to be "detachment". You care about all the vegetation, you care about everything, but you don't hide it.
Isn't your fruit nourishing people, your sturdy wooden equipment, or your fallen leaves an excellent fuel for starting a fire?
But I'm a little strange: strangely, everyone in China seems to have forgotten you for a long time, as if from ancient times.
I can't find your name in China's classics. I seldom see China poets praising your poems, and I seldom see China painters describing your paintings.
What the hell is going on here? You are the eternal witness of China culture. Don't you find it strange?
Ginkgo biloba, the people of China have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, everyone likes to eat your ginkgo, but I really forgot about you.
There are people in the world who can't tell, but they have never forgotten your example for so long.
Really, isn't the capital the first good area? But I seldom see your shadow; Why are acacia trees all over the street and eucalyptus trees all over the garden?
I miss you so much, Ginkgo! I hope you don't forget China.
A little dangerous. I am afraid that if you are unhappy, you will disappear from the land of China.
In the airspace of China, you will never hear your songs praising life.
Ginkgo biloba, I really hope that one day people in China will worship you more, because they can eat more ginkgo biloba.
Lotus pond moonlight Zhu Ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So the demon is a virgin, and she wants to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
Congcong Zhu Ziqing
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
Go wherever you go, go wherever you come, and in the middle, what's the hurry? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again. When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?
You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
1March 28th, 922
Chun Zhu ziqing
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
Here it comes.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area is full.
Yes, sit down, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, and grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Yes
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay,
White as snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Let a hundred flowers blossom.
Bees buzz and butterflies of different sizes fly around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed and scattered.
In the grass, like eyes, like stars, it is still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some new smell of digging,
Mixed with the smell of grass, as well as various flowers, are brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in the tender leaves of flowers.
When you are happy, ask your friends to quietly show off their crisp voice, sing a melody and let the breeze flow. Niu Bei
The shepherd boy's piccolo has been ringing loudly at this time all day.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal.
Look, there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, go up
The light went out, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Go to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, and slowly hold up the umbrella.
A slow walker; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage looked sparse and quiet in the rain.
Silence.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every family, old and young, is also in a hurry.
It seems that they have all come out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "One year's plan is
Yu Chun "; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.