The bed was removed and covered with straw. It was a sunny day to wash and dry books. The curtains of Xiabu are hung in the yard, and summer is far away. Straw is packed in a cloth cover, which is rough and as big as a bed. Covered with straw, it is full of fragrance.
Yes, it's warm and smells of straw, which makes people feel very happy.
But it's still cold. Winter in the south is worse than that in the north, and there is no fire at home. In the evening, I took off my cotton-padded jacket, got into the cold bed, got up early and put on my cold cotton-padded jacket and trousers. The weather is really cold.
After the winter vacation, you can sleep in. The cotton-padded clothes have been dried on the copper stove, and it is not very difficult to get up. Especially cotton shoes are so hot that they are really comfortable to wear.
Few people there have iron stoves that burn coal. General heating, copper stove, foot stove, hand stove. The footstool is made of brass and has a perforated cover. What is burned inside is coarse bran. Filled with rough chaff, the unfinished Chai Lu fire (where we burned reeds, it was called "Chai Lu") shoveled a few red ashes, and then covered it. Coarse chaff led, take a smoke, and soon, the smoke is gone, so you can cover the furnace cover. Coarse chaff can be burned slowly for a long time. Old ladies can't live without it. Every old lady has a foot stove at her feet. The coarse chaff in the footstool is too strong, the air is not enough, and the firepower is getting weaker and weaker. So we should dig twice along the fireplace with a poker to loosen the rough chaff and the fire will flourish. The foot stove warms people. The feet are not cold, and the whole body is not cold. The burnt bran smells good, too. Imitating Japanese haiku, you can write a poem: "In winter, the foot stove burns chaff." Hand stoves are smaller than foot stoves, mostly made of white copper, and exquisite ones are made of silver. The furnace cover is not a round hole, but mostly a hollow pine, bamboo and plum blossom pattern. The hand stove is very small, and in the middle is a charcoal stick (coal is ground into fine powder, and a little honey is added to make a cake), which is led by a paper coal head. A piece of charcoal can be used for one day.
There are black vegetables, frozen tofu and pickles soup in winter. Black vegetables lie flat on the ground, and people in the south of the Yangtze River call them "bitter vegetables". This dish tastes a little bitter. My grandmother dug a small piece of land in the back garden and planted black vegetables. After first frost, the leaves are purple, and the taste is bitter and sweet. Black vegetables cooked with "crab oil" taste hard to compare. "Crab oil" is made by cooking big crabs, removing meat and adding lard. Put it in a bowl in the sea and solidify into crab jelly, which can be eaten for a winter and will not be bad for a long time. After tofu is frozen, I don't know why it is honeycomb. Melt, cut into small pieces and cook with fresh meat, bacon, beef, dried rice or kimchi. Put pepper and green garlic in the frozen tofu. There used to be no Chinese cabbage in the north, only "green vegetables". Chinese cabbage is shipped from Shandong, euphemistically called "soybean sprouts", which is very expensive. "Green vegetables" are as big as rape and two feet high. It is available all year round and is eaten by every household. Kimchi is pickled with green vegetables. It snows on cloudy days and drinks pickles soup.
Winter games: kicking shuttlecock, catching children and playing carefree. "Xiaoyao" means that on a square piece of white paper, two spiral paths are printed on the wood block, and the Eight Immortals, horses, rabbits, carp and shrimps are printed between the two paths. There are two of everything, arranged randomly, without order. When playing, each side takes copper coins or chess as dice and rolls dice. If the dice is five o'clock, count from "horse" and go forward five steps. If it is a rabbit, you can find another rabbit from the inner ring and bet the dice on it. The next round begins, counting from the rabbits in the inner circle. If it is six o'clock, take six steps. Maybe it's Tie Guai Li, so find another Tie Guai Li and put your money on Tie Guai Li. If you count to any map in the inner circle, look for it in the outer circle and come back. Enough points, the son can enter the finish line (the finish line is a palace-style house, I don't know whether it is the moon palace or the Longmen), even if he wins. After the second entry, there are "two" and "three". Easy Travel can be played by two people or three or four people. I don't know why it's called "Xiaoyao".
Get up early, the window paper is bright, it's snowing! Go to the backyard to fold wintersweet and Tianzhu fruit on snowy days. Bright yellow wintersweet, bright red Tianzhu fruit and white snowflake are full of business. Chimonanthus praecox blooms very long, and Tianzhu fruit is particularly durable. If put in a bottle, it can be kept for half a month.
Flour powder. A neighbor keeps a pheasant. This bicycle is not used by many people at ordinary times. In winter, it is only borrowed by 20 families nearby 10. The house is very small, except for a raft, only some sieves and reeds. Stepping on pheasants is fun. When you step on it with your foot, it squeaks and twists, and the pheasant's mouth sticks up and falls into the cockroach nest with a bang. When the rice flour is ready, you can steam the cake, make "Nian Shao Bing" (glutinous rice flour as a pedicle, wrapped in bean paste and sugar, and boiled in a pot), and rub jiaozi (that is, jiaozi). Fenzi, the Spring Festival is coming.
19881February 22nd
1998, the first issue of China Writers.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
The north wind is cool and the rain and snow are wet.
Rain and snow: It's snowing. Rain: rain, rain. Pei: It looks like heavy snow.
Book of Songs, Li Feng, North Wind
The north wind roared and the rain and snow were falling.
Ah: the emergence of wind disease. Fly: fly, (rain and snow) fly.
Book of Songs, Li Feng, North Wind
Rain and snow disappear in January.
Tribal tiger: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong
Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost bears knots.
Jiao Zhongqing's Ancient Poems in Han Yuefu
It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. If there is no hope, cock your ears and keep your eyes clean.
Sad: cold. Mimi: Dark. H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see. Hao: White.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Mao's Works in Mid-December and His Brother's Respect"
The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins are because of the wind.
Xie Jin said, "Snow Poetry": "What is snow like? The difference between salt and air can be simulated, but catkins are not caused by wind. "
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.
North wind: North wind. Strengths: violence. Sadness: biting.
Xie Lingyun, At the Age of Years in Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty
The wind scares the bamboo, and the snow covers the mountains.
Xuan: Windows. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound.
Tang Wang Wei's Memories of Hu Jushi's Snow House on a Winter Night
I don't know whether the court will open today or tomorrow, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.
Shuo Bao: Snowflakes fall in the courtyard.
How to deal with the snow in the garden by Tang Song Wenzhi.
The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.
Don Liu Changqing's reward for Zhang Xia's hard work on his way back to the state on a snowy night.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai
It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.
Tang Libai mocked Li Yangwang for refusing to drink.
Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.
Xuanyuantai: It is said that the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.
Tang Li Bai's Popular in the North
The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back into the air.
Return air: rotating wind.
DuDu Fu DuXue.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.
Point straight: fingers are stiff.
Tang Du Fu's Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian
Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.
No line: No line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home on Winter Night"
It's freezing, the days are short and the wind and waves are calm.
Tang Du Fu's Nostalgia in Public Security
On the bamboo in the sunset and on the mountains in the snow.
Tang Hanyi's "Chu Zhu Shu Zhai Bi Hui Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang County" (Zhang Jishi)
Who cut the snow on the ground into this smallpox?
Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua": "Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded during the spring competition for luxury. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?
Cold: stern and dim eyes.
Tang Luwen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Shout: The wind is roaring.
Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.
Six out: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six out snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Don Gao wrote Snow.
Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "The pillow is cold and the window is bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
Write two sentences about the scene of snowflakes flying.
Two Snow Poems by Tang Li Shangyin
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing the cold more seriously.
Swallow: The spring water is frozen and does not flow smoothly, which is described as sobs. Yin: Singing.
Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel the snow cover. "
Three million Yulong was defeated, and black sheep and bones were flying all over the sky.
Yulong: Describe flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another.
Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem Snow in Xiqing Poetry Talk.
Jiangshan is not a thousand miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian
Jade: Jade.
Geng's Snow
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
Sheng Xue Biao
Poetry describing winter
Winter in the north is winter.
Xu zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
Teams of athletes who dare to die stand proudly in front of the war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles; Concentrate the semen of life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Straight to the spring sunshine opens the cage of life and releases a fresh tree head!
Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
Done at192365438+1October 22nd.
In the snow.
Feng zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
1926
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Written on February 30th 1924.
It's hard to get
Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
It is even more rare to be silent.
A pair of lonely souls!
No camp, no comments,
Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In the cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
Before March 1925
Winter night
New Di
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air at night,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?
1934 65438+ February
One night in Xishan Songtang
The moon in early winter
Guohua Chen
Autumn is still strong, and it is early winter in a blink of an eye. The moon walks into the winter night sky with the temperature of autumn.
It gets dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw the bright orange early winter moon on the southwest hillside, hanging down completely, huge and fresh, and a beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered, the horizon is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow; On the edge of faded Yu Xia, the cut image of the mountain is a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a heavy ink painting; In the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, magnificent in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers give people a good feeling, and this month is designed for this purpose. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to forget my existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, which emerged in this moonlight.
Wandering in the moonlight, a person has to think about what he is worried about or even worried about during the day. At this moment, he has forgotten everything, while some people will remember clearly what he has no time to take care of or even forget during the day. This beautiful moonlight will make the treasure deep in my heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and make my breathing slightly even and imperceptible. I am like a fish swimming in clear water, stealing happiness, floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the light, or stopping or wandering, intoxicated by it.
Orange moon, orange light, orange light, floating with light frost. In the empty night sky, I feel as if the moonlight is leaking, the rhythm of the moonlight, and the interdependence between human emotions and moonlight fluctuations. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?
The mountains snuggled up to each other and slept peacefully in the dim moonlight. I didn't expect to see it again and again during the day, and the mountain with moonlight reappeared is just like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together and hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like umbrellas, like clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the faint night. The mountain is breathing, the tree is breathing, the air is breathing, and the night is breathing ... Now, you can see the horizon; Listen, you can hear the sound of the cape. The listener looks at people, not the ears but the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of moonlight.
Moonlight is like orange indifferent liquid, and mountains and rivers are immersed in moonlight, which is as quiet as heaven. Alone in the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful heart is under the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful in an instant, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do is worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight. Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face the beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul.
Thanks to life, thanks to nature, my boat of life banished noise, pollution and congestion, moored in this moonlight, and met this beautiful dreamlike scenery. Indulged in the moonlight, I even forgot when and how I got into it, and I didn't expect to get out of it, out of this quiet and pleasant dream.
In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don't cherish a little, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Didn't you see that this month has come from ancient times, gone through vicissitudes, experienced ups and downs, sent eternal love, and watched the flowers bloom and fall ... The king's moon, the frosty moon, the Guan Shanyue and the red moon have all disappeared! The mountains and rivers are silent and fall asleep; Every month, someone speaks for himself. How should we grasp this ray of moonlight? In early winter, the moon hangs high and silent, like a shower.
Winter in Baima Lake
Xia Gaizun
In my career of more than 40 years, the most profound understanding of winter was when I moved to the beginning of ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands on the other side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake are several new bungalows, where Liu Junxin and I live. Besides, there's no one in two or three miles. The family moved from the bustling Hangzhou to this desolate Shan Ye at sunset in November of the lunar calendar, as if immersed in the polar region.
The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although the house is newly built, its structure is extremely rough. The wind blew in from the gap between the doors and windows, which was particularly sharp. Thick paper was stuck in the gap between the doors and windows, but there was still penetration in the gap between the citron. When it blows hard, close the door at night, and after dinner, the whole family sleeps in bed, listening to the cold wind and the forgiveness of the lake. The small back porch on the hill is my study, which is the least windy room in the whole house. I often pull the Luo Song hat on my head very low and work late into the night under foreign lights. Song Tao roars like a roar, frosty moon acts as a window, and hungry rats squeak about on the dust-bearing floor. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. I often paddle my head in grey and refuse to sleep, dreaming of the characters in my landscape paintings.
Now the White Horse Lake is complete from the outside, from mountain to mountain. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it's really warm, unlike winter. The whole family sat in the court in the sun and even had lunch outside. Just like eating in summer, where the sun shines, they move chairs and stools there. Suddenly, the cold wind came, and they had to flee into the room with chairs and stools and shut the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind comes around afternoon and stops at midnight. As for the big cold, it will roar for a day and a night, just two or three days. On the coldest day, the mud looks as white as a river, the mountains are purple with cold, and the lake waves are deep blue.
I am afraid of snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light it at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for me to see for half a month, and I can see it from the window when I look up. However, it snows only once or twice a year in the south, and almost all the winter feelings I enjoy there come from the wind. It can be said that the windy White Horse Lake has geographical reasons. The lake here was originally surrounded by mountains, but there was a gap half a mile wide in the north, so I deliberately opened my pocket to face the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy it is. Wind has played an important role in the feeling of winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.
Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard it is blowing tonight!"
The bath in early winter is full of sunshine.
Zikai Feng
After leaving my former residence for a month or two, I once came back and sat in front of the desk under the south window. The first thing I found strange was the sunshine on the desk. It turns out that summer has passed, autumn is coming to an end, early winter is coming, and the sun outside the window has set southward with every minute.
I leaned my chair against the window and sat reading with my back to the window. The sun covered my upper body. Instead of annoying me like a month or two ago, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all things, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that can cure diseases and prolong life into my body through his light.
I thought to myself: I am surprised at my feelings. Why did it suddenly become like this? The evil of the day before yesterday has become the joy of today; What was abandoned the day before yesterday has become what is sought today; The revenge of the day before yesterday has become the favor of today. Zhangyan looked at the fan abandoned on the bookshelf in surprise. The joy of the day before yesterday became the sin of today; What I asked for the day before yesterday has become what I abandoned today; The gratitude of the previous day turned into hatred today. Suddenly, I smiled to myself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely" and "reunion fans give up donations" are all old sayings, and your wife knows it. Why are you surprised? So my reason gave in. But I still don't give in to my feelings. I feel a strange feeling in this cold and changeable period, which is enough to surprise me. It's like a night when the sun goes down and the sky is not completely dark: we can still feel the day and the night at the same time. It's also like boarding time when one foot has set foot on the boat and the other foot is still on the shore: we can still feel land and water at the same time. We all know that there is night and land on board, but we just "know" it, not "feel". I was covered by the early winter sunshine under the south window for a long time, sweating like a pig, and my shirt was gradually wet. At this time, the "real feeling" of bathing day and the "real feeling" of waving a fan are mixed in my body. Isn't this a wonderful experience?
So I simply threw away the book and lay on the rattan chair in the corner. With such mixed feelings, I looked around the room and felt that many things had changed a lot. Some things have become better: like this room, it is often too small in summer, and the doors and windows are open, which is not enough. I almost want to tear down the wall. But now it's suddenly big, very big! It will be screened out soon. Another example is the hot kettle in the case, which was once driven into the corner of the cupboard by the tea urn, and now stands in front of you like a monument. When I was in bask in the quilt, everyone thought it was stupid and thick. Now spread under the covers, people suddenly look pleasing to the eye and thin. I used to want to sell sofa chairs, but fortunately no one buys them now. I used to want to take off my fur robe for a black cat, but now I envy it. On the contrary, something has gone bad: like the wind, people are used to calling it "fast!" " "Welcome it in. Now it is gradually repelled, and it will soon be prevented from being a thief. Another example is the bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was a great honor. No one cares now, and the description is haggard and lifeless. Pictures of soda advertisements on the wall. There is a big bottle of soda in the corner, a glass overflowing with white foam, and a picture of a sea bath below. I saw a soda water picture before, and I couldn't wait to be the person in the picture after seeing the sea bath picture. Now this picture is almost chilling. The naked foreigner sat on the small bookshelf in the window. I used to think it was too freehand, but now I feel very sorry. Venus, a plaster model of a famous ancient Greek sculpture, stands tall and independent on the aerial flowerpot frame, and her skirt falls to her thighs. I saw her smiling face in summer, but these days I suddenly felt her frown, as if sighing that she had lost her arms and couldn't pull up her skirt to keep out the cold.
In fact, how can things be covered up? It was my own feelings that betrayed me. How can I feel rebellious? Nature taught it. How serious is nature's command: you don't love the summer wind and the winter sun. How ridiculous nature's command is: in summer, you must praise what is cursed in winter, and in winter, you must curse what is praised in summer!
Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer, adulthood is like winter; Or young as summer and old as winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature often makes people feel rebellious, and their orders are so serious and funny.