Author: Yu Dafu
Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:
"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "
Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
Autumn night
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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 seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. But now it's blue, shining with dozens of stars' eyes and 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 a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on the last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came and then spring came. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows that after the autumn, there must be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, some branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of jujube, while the straightest and longest branches have been stabbing the strange and high sky silently like the subway, making the sky shine. Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky with ghost eyes is getting more and more blue, which is disturbing, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and leave only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. And qianzi, who has nothing, is still silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, bent on killing him, regardless of his various eyes.
Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.
I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. I don't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.
The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. 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.
When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar wrapped in white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.
I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.
1September, 924 15.
Appreciate:
This is an essay with profound meaning and unique artistic conception. It uses symbolism to express emotion through scenery and ambition through things, and endows itself with the spirit of fighting against the dark forces and persevering in difficulties. Its ideological and artistic combination is perfect. Here, only the art itself-its cold and profound artistic conception, its deep and strong confused and persistent state of mind, and the image of a lonely seeker are briefly analyzed.
The first is its unique artistic conception, cold and profound. The sky is extremely high, the cold stars are reflected, countless frosts are sprinkled on wild flowers and plants, and bad birds wander at night ... All these constitute a cold autumn night that seems to be of great significance. The author is a master of creating artistic conception and rendering atmosphere. The scenery he chose for this distinctive autumn night was cold, quiet and solemn. Most of them are static, and they are often suddenly mixed with completely different dynamics. For example, after a series of static descriptions, the pen suddenly turned: "Wow, a nocturnal bird flew by." So I received the effect of "Tonamiyama is more secluded". And that kind of solemn, cold and profound artistic conception is highlighted.
Secondly, the complex mood of loneliness and tragic, hesitation and persistence, self-discipline and lack of sobriety runs through the article. The successful expression of this artistic conception benefits from the use of symbolism, the lyricism of scenery, the expression of material ambition and the atmosphere of material conveying the artistic conception of the subject. In this paper, all the leaves have been stripped off, such as the small pink flowers that "stab into the sky silently like the subway", the small pink flowers that know that "there must be spring after autumn", the fallen leaves that dream that "there must be autumn after spring", the evil birds that swim at night, the midnight laughter, and the small caterpillar that "wears lovely and pitiful colors" are all infiltrating the writer's feelings silently. This strong feeling and desire, combined with the cold, lofty and deep autumn night, set each other off and became interesting, resulting in a plump, multifaceted and three-dimensional aesthetic effect of compound beauty.
Then, the image of the lyric hero, the lonely seeker, is established, which is one of the reasons why the article feels strong. The whole article is a landscape, in fact, the mentality of the lyric hero can be seen everywhere. This is because all the scenery is expressed through my vision, hearing and feeling. Moreover, "I" is mostly in static thinking, confused and rarely moves, but the image is clearly visible. There are only two places that directly describe my activities. One is that "I" heard laughter in the middle of the night and went back to my room. "The light band was immediately turned up by me." The second is the ending paragraph. These two concise words clearly outline a meditation on weak light. The image of a lonely and sad seeker clearly shows the soul that has been silently guiding the full text. The article is also more vivid and easier for readers to understand.