1. "Dusk"
Ji Xianlin
Twilight is mysterious. As long as people can live one more day, at the end of the day, they will have something dusk. However, as the years roll by and the months roll by, there will be countless days and dusk for them to live. I want to ask: How many people feel the existence of this dusk?
In the morning, when the lingering dreams flew away from their pillows, they woke up and started walking for the day. They walked and walked until at noon, the road suddenly turned. It seemed as if they just slipped away to the end of the day. When they saw the white smoke filling the distance, the treetops were lightly painted with a layer of golden yellow, and groups of dusk crows flew back carrying the sun, It was as if something was gently pressing on their hearts.
They know: night is coming. They long for rest and the coming of dreams. Soon, the dim night blurred their eyes and their hearts. They were busy in the low hut, closing the door at dusk. If someone asked: Have you seen dusk? The dusk was so beautiful, but they were at a loss.
How could they not be confused? When they poked their heads out of the house to look for dusk again, dusk had already disappeared with the disappearance of the white smoke, the disappearance of the golden color on the treetops, and the disappearance of the sunlight on the crow's back. Only the hazy night remains. This dusk was like a light dream on a spring night. It came over them at an unknown time, and passed over their hearts at an unknown time.
Dusk has gone. Where have you gone? ——No, let me ask first: Where does dusk come from? I can't tell. Who can tell clearly? I cannot grasp the dusk and ask it to its end. From the east? The east is where the sun rises. From the west? Isn't the red glow shining brightly in the west? From the south? The south is only full of light and heat, so it seems that the only place to come is from the north. If we think about it further and think that the extreme north is the Arctic Ocean, we can picture in our imagination: the vast white sky and earth, the vast white snowfields and the vast white icebergs. Further north, on the vast white horizon, it is difficult to tell which is the sky, the earth, the ice, or the snow, it is just a hazy gray. Shouldn't the hazy gray dusk evolve from here?
However, after it metamorphosed, it spread again. It has spread over the great plains and grasslands, leaving a layer of shadow; it has spread over the great forests, leaving a gloomy darkness; it has spread over the creeks, blending the dark gray twilight into the sound of the water, and the water surface There is a faint light in the silence; it has spread over the top of the mountain, leaving them with the light of stars and the light of the moon; it has spread over the small village, leaving behind the vast dusk smoke... It has torn off a piece from every corner and given it to everyone. The spider web caught a handful. Later, it crossed the lonely desert and came to our land. I can imagine: if I stand in the desert facing dusk, I will definitely be able to watch dusk running from the distant horizon, like - what does it look like? Should it look like a puff of gray mist? Or like a spreading cloud shadow? After running here, it still only left a shadow, and then ran away and came to our land, following the white smoke that filled the distance and the faint golden color on the treetops. Along with the color of the sun on the back of the dusk crow, it gently fell on people's hearts, and was shut out by people again.
However, outside the door, it does not care whether people care or not, lonely and indifferent, it has arranged a magical and poetic fairy-tale world for them, hazy and dim, Just like the shadow reflected in the mirror, it gives everything the color of silvery gray dream. The milk-colored air condensed as if it were real milk, but seemed to flow softly and thickly. It brings silence, listen: everything is quiet, like a middle night with heavy snow. But dead silence? But no, if it were any quieter than it is now, it would become as dead as a tomb. It seems that there is not much at all, not less at all. The beautiful and comfortable quietness is soft and sticky and presses heavily on people's hearts. The gray sky is like a thin curtain; trees, houses, smoke patterns, clouds The strands are like silhouettes, quietly attached to the scene. Here and there, they are dotted with the purple sunset and the cold light of small stars. The dusk is really like a poem, a song, a fairy tale; like the melodious sound of the flute coming from the moonlight upstairs, and the sound of a crane lingering in the sky; like Shaoxing wine that has been aged for decades; like Shaoxing wine that has been aged for decades; Everything is too beautiful to describe. If you cannot explain it, you can only see it; if you cannot see it, you can only understand it; if you cannot understand it, you can only admire it. ——But it was finally shut out by people.
Lock people out, is that what I said? I have to be careful, because the so-called people are not all people, and they will never belong to all people. When I was a child, I often stayed in the patio waiting for dusk to come. I don't say this to show that I am better than others. The meaning is very simple, that is: if others don’t go, or are unwilling to go, do this. I (and naturally others) just do this often when the occasion arises. Often in the summer, I sit on a very short stool and watch the corner gradually become dark, and the surrounding white walls are also covered with a layer of faint black shadow. In the darkness, the floral fragrance of tuberose filled my heart. There are bats flying in the sky. The spider webs on the corners of the eaves reflected the gray sky. In the haze, one could still count the lines on the webs and the corpses of mosquitoes and flies clinging to them. When I looked up inadvertently, there were already twinkling stars embedded in the dark gray sky. In winter, the patio is covered with snow. I huddled in the room.
When I saw that the white window paper gradually turned gray, and the flame in the stove, whose color was invisible during the day, gradually turned red and brightened. I will also know: It is dusk. I looked out through the crack in the air door: the gray sky, the gray roof covered with snow. The half-curved pale moon is printed in the sky. Although it is a bit desolate, it still cannot conceal the beauty of the dusk. At this time, even people who often sit in the patio waiting for it to come have to crouch in the house. Only the gray snow is left to accompany it outside the deserted door. Who is this changing and hazy world created for? Don't you feel lonely at dusk?
But loneliness will not last long. We still have to leave at dusk. Li Shangyin's poem said: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk." Isn't the poet lamenting that the dusk cannot stay long? It really can't stay for a long time. In a blink of an eye, this dusk, like a light dream, only flashes in people's hearts, leaving behind the dark night and walking away with its loneliness.
Gone, really gone. Now let me ask again: Where did the dusk go? I know no better than I know where it comes from. I can't catch the tail of dusk and ask it to the end. However, inferring that those who come from the north should go to the south. Who says he didn’t go to the south? I saw how it went. ——It has spread over the south wall; it has spread over the hills and woods in the south; it has spread over the beautiful southern country. All the way to the vast expanse of Africa. Africa has towering mountains; on the mountains there are deep and eternal dark forests. If you think about it further, there are tigers in the forest. tiger? Dusk is coming, and the eyes that only show light green during the day should light up. Does it look like two lights? There should also be lush and lush wild grasses in the forest, which are taller than people. There are lions in the grass, big mosquitoes, big spiders, and there should also be bats, which are bigger than ordinary bats. The afterglow of the setting sun leaked in through the thin leaves of the leaves and through the spider webs on the branches. The bright golden light shone through, making the whole forest glow brown, combining with the poisonous gas exhaled by the poisonous snakes under the grass. , turning into a colorful mist of five colors. There should be fireflies too. Now it was shining brightly, and there should be flowers, but it didn't seem like they should be tuberose or tuberose. What is it? It is the flower of all poisonous evil. In poisonous gas, shouldn’t there only be flowers of evil? The fragrance of this flower slowly blends into the brown-red air and into the gorgeous colorful mist. Stir it up into a ball and roll it into a ball of warm steam. However, the heat soon melted away in the twilight night. Only the flickering fireflies remained, now gradually getting brighter. The tiger's eyes were more like two lights, silently staring at the stars that had just appeared in the dark gray sky.
However, here, dusk still has to go. Where to go? But no one really knows this. ——Following the clear light of the pale and sparse cold moon, climbing up into the dark sky? Did you follow the blinking little star to climb up the Tianhe River? Pressed on the bat's wings and crawled into the eaves? Does it disappear behind the distant mountains with the blush of the western sky? Who can know this clearly? All we know is that it is gone, taking its loneliness and beauty with it, like a faint whisper, like a light dream on a spring night.
Gone. ——Now, now what more can I ask? Waiting for tomorrow? Tomorrow comes, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. When people see the vast white smoke filling the distance, the treetops lightly painted with a layer of golden color, and groups of dusk crows flying back carrying the sun, they seem to have something pressing on their hearts. They are longing for the dream to come. Closed the door. It was still dusk behind the door. When they looked for it again, dusk had already gone. It ran from the Arctic Ocean, and as soon as it passed by, it went to the African forest. Then, where again, who knows? However, night comes: a long dark night, a night with stars and moonlight shining, a night with faint fragrance floating... It's just a night, a long night, the night will never end, what about dusk? ——Twilight never exists in people's hearts. Just a quick glance and gone, like a light dream on a spring night.
2. "The Four Seasons of Rain"
Liu Zhan Autumn
I like rain, no matter what season it rains, I like it. The image and memory she gave me will always be beautiful.
In spring, the leaves begin to flash yellow and green, and the flower buds sway gently in the wind, seeming to have a kind of winter yellow. But after a spring rain, the grayness and demeanor are unimaginable. Every tree seems to have opened particularly bright eyes. The arms of the branches suddenly became soft, and the sprouting leaves simply undulated with a layer of green waves. The water drops dripping from the buds are more charming than the girl's tears. There always seems to be a silk curtain of transparent water mist hanging in mid-air, touching the colorful prism of sunlight. At this time, the whole earth is beautiful. The grass turns like resurrected earthworms, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing becomes free, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain can completely drive away winter and change the appearance of the world.
And summer is even more unique. Summer rain also has the character of summer, warm and rough. There are a few dark clouds gathering in the sky, and sometimes there is no warning of thunder. Before you have time to think about it, the raindrops of beans will hit you. But sometimes it's not scary, because the pores all over your body are so hot that you open your mouth, looking forward to the cool nectar. Holding an umbrella and cutting a bamboo hat can certainly keep your body clean, but taking a shower in the rain is more enjoyable. However, your hair, forehead, and eyelashes are dripping with water, blocking your eyesight, and your ears are a little itchy. Wordy.
At this time, you will like everything more. If the spring rain gives the earth beautiful clothes, and after being watered by several summer rains, the earth will show all its temptations with its own fullness. Everything is unabashedly open. The flowers are in full bloom, the leaves are filled with juice, countless weeds are vying to grow, and the heat is absorbed by a green sponge. The lotus leaves covered the river, impatiently waiting for the raindrops, and together with the sound of cicadas in the distance and the frog drum nearby, they played the symphony of summer rain.
When the fields were dyed golden and various fruits were ringing their bells, the rain seemed dignified and thoughtful like a mother who got married and gave birth to a child. At this time, it wasn’t raining heavily and I went out. There is almost always a golden sun over the fields. Maybe people have forgotten the rain. The mature crop fields are waiting to be harvested, the golden seeds need selenium to dry, and even the red berries hope to be sweetened by the sun. Suddenly, one night, there was a sound on the window glass. It was rain, the autumn rain that made people quiet, nostalgic, and emotional! The sky is dark, but the rain is shining; the fields are quiet, but the rain is talking. Suddenly, you will have a long-lasting emotion. Perhaps, when people have been tired for a spring and summer, and the harvest is already at the door, how much they need silence and meditation! The rain has become lighter and more affectionate. The sound of water under the eaves and water splashing on the window glass will accompany your night dreams. If you have that sense of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not be boring. You will only feel higher and deeper, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will definitely see from afar that a purer, more beautiful and open land will appear after an autumn rain.
Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate rain! But at this time, the rain has already put on makeup, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes, floating in the world. But in the South, rain still visits the earth occasionally, but it becomes stingier. It is neither pouring, nor silky, nor dripping. It appears natural and calm. In the gray sky in winter, the rain becomes transparent and even dry, almost not as colorful as spring, summer, and autumn. However, people are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter breath. When the rain falls on the top of the head, a special kind of warmth seems to come, as if the breath of flowers and leaves emerges from the moisture. The coldness is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind. Looking from a distance, the harvested fields become very bright. The leafless branches and the rain-drenched haystacks look like a clean woodcut against the porcelain sky. The rapeseed in the pond nearby, washed away by the winter rain, even forgot the harsh winter. Suddenly at night, the mercury column drops, and the window is knocked early at dawn. When you open your eyes, you see that the roof, branches, and streets are all covered with soft snow quilts, and the light on the ground is brighter than the sky. This rain spirit, rain princess, brings extraordinary honey to the cities and fields of southern China. It is the last gift it gives to people in the year.
Ah, rain, the rain of my love, you always flow in front of my eyes all year round. You bring vitality to my life, you bring moisture to my feelings, you give me Thoughts bring flow. Only in the rain do I really feel that the world is alive, full of joy and tears. But in the dry cities of the north, how rare our encounters are! I only hope that the growing greenery can invite you back into our lives.
Ah, the rain that is always beautiful and lovable!
3. "The First Snow"
Jun Qing
This is the first snow on the Jiaodong Peninsula since the beginning of winter.
The snow was falling heavily. It started with a light rain, and soon I saw large swaths of snowflakes falling from the cloud-covered sky. The ground turned white after a while. In winter mountain villages, everything is completely silent at night⑷. You can only hear the snowflakes falling continuously, and the dead branches of the trees are broken by the weight of the snow, with an occasional creaking sound.
It snowed heavily all night. This morning, the sky cleared and the sun came out. Open the door and take a look, oh! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees, and houses were all covered with a thick layer of snow, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. The willow trees with fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; while the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, beautiful silver bars and snowballs fall down, and jade-like snowballs flutter in the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing colorful rainbows.
The snow on the street is more than a foot deep, and when people step on it, there is a crunching sound under their feet. Groups of children were building snowmen and throwing snowballs in the snow. Their joyful shouts shook the snow off the branches.
As the saying goes, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year." This statement has sufficient scientific basis and is not a superstitious idiom. Heavy snowfall in the cold winter can freeze to death some overwintering pests; the melted water seeps deep into the soil/layer and can supply the needs of crop growth. I believe that this very timely heavy snow will definitely promote a bumper harvest of crops next spring, especially wheat. Experienced farmers compare snow to "wheat quilt". The thicker the "quilt" is in winter, the better the wheat will grow in the next spring, so there is another proverb: "Three layers of quilts are covered with wheat in winter, and steamed buns will be used as pillows next year."
I think , this is why people call the timely heavy snow "auspicious snow".