In my hometown, egrets have many names. Egret, owl, snowman, hoe. Among these nicknames, people in my hometown and village are used to calling egrets' snow travelers'. I don't know why they like this literary name, perhaps because' Snowman' is more suitable for poetry. This snow traveler, with white wings and elegant posture, slowly soars among the green mountains and clear waters in the bright spring, as recited in Du Mu's four-line poem; Snow coat, snow hair, jade mouth, fish in the shadow of the stream. The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree. "I think that if the word' snow' in the poem is changed to' white', the artistic conception of this poem may be inferior.
Indeed, it is very vivid to call the egret' Snowman'. Especially for literati,' Snowman' is a symbol of transcendence. Listen to the guzheng song "Gull Forgets Machine". The loneliness and coolness of the implication makes people fall in love with it and admire it. I can't help but think of an old couplet: "The snow in the mountains is full of nobles, and the beauty in the moonlight forest comes." The snow travelers in Badashan people's single-legged independent flow, their supercilious eyes and arrogant posture, make mediocre people like us feel a chill.
The lonely skier always seems indifferent to excitement and prosperity. It likes to fly low in the lush green fields; It trusts the rock-solid backbone of the simple old cow; It fell in love with itself in the clear waves. Therefore, the old farmer plowing in the morning, the brilliant shepherd boy, the wandering song and the solo fishing by the river may wish to live in harmony with it; However, if noisy people rush to come, they will never be flattered. You ignore it, you ignore it. Why face it? In case of disturbing its peace repeatedly, it would rather avoid it than leave it alone. Look at it, spreading its wings towards the blue sky, its light and elegant flying posture is so leisurely, as if it turned its clear connotation into elegant white clouds. Soon, it stood on the back of the old cow in the lake, gently combing the snow feather with its mouth, and then staring at the curved corner. It seems to be talking to cows, and it seems to be listening to the brisk rhythm of water waves or the whisper of fish. Snowman can really be called Zhong Ling Yu Xiu, a "philosopher" in the bird kingdom.
Guo Moruo compared the crane to an exquisite poem, a prose poem that rhymes in his bones. In my opinion, cranes can also be compared to snow-white water lilies, the purest, quietest, most beautiful and least artificial flowers. Egret, the' snow traveler' that people in our village often say, is really elegant, smart and extremely chic. I remember that in the early 1970s, in my hometown of Tanobe, beside the hill, beside the river, at the top of the forest, in the farmers' backyard, on the piccolo, on the grass slope and beside the boat, I could still see those carefree and carefree herons everywhere. Perhaps, in the eyes of cranes at that time; The world is peaceful and beautiful, and everything deserves unlimited trust. So, now, the old cow is gone, the piccolo is silent, the village has become a city and the field has become a tall building. When the crane comes back again, will it know the people in my hometown village? Will' Snowman' be as carefree as before? Sincerely pray that the snow guest is still worry-free!