Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Brilliant red cheeks are still smiling.
The grass is covered.
Green dress
one by one
gradually
It is the green wave on the vilen.
Walking on the path of spring-
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless secret language
Trembling with huifeng.
the hearts connect with string
An ancient ballad
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains.
It is a bud on a branch.
It is a bud in the flower bed.
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles.
Birds are singing spring poems.
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers.
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain
Dance lightly and gracefully
spring rain
soft
transparent
Harmonious
The sky uses this needle-like thing
Weave into transparent cloth
Rain falls on the river.
Halo.
The circle spread out—
Add the breath of spring.
A gurgling stream
The rolling waves carry the fragrance of petals.
And turquoise in Ye Er.
Rush forward happily
Green spring water
Walk comfortably with the wind
Ripples—
Sometimes there are some thirsty swallows.
Dive down
Whoosh-
Take a sip of cool river water.
Fly high into the air again
It seems that spring water is a part of spring.
You can use it to turn over a new leaf
Even in dreams.
Recall the sound of spring water
in fact
I only know a little about spring.
I'm still superficial about spring.
Make it superficial.
I don't want to know what is in spring.
Let me keep it
A vague impression of spring, right?
And Zhu Ziqing's Spring.
July in the long summer.
one
On a pleasant rainy night in July, let all emotions fly back to their nests, close their fresh eyes, listen to the touch brought by the night through the wind.
two
The rising river in summer is sentimental, and the falling green leaves are my confession. You never noticed when you walked by the water, and my eyes left behind on the far shore could not help but become haggard and sad.
three
Outside Bai Yutang, people leave me at this time of year. They were all as young and happy as I was.
four
The train that flies on the long road at dusk does not know how to cherish the scenery of the journey. They whizzed past, perhaps it was only at the station that they showed their persistent significance?
five
Birds are whispering among the lush branches, gently rocking the dark green swing, and telling each other something in this slow evening breeze. After the party, Xixia gently took off her evening makeup and slipped from my sad face with light fingers on a summer night.
six
I look up at the rainless night sky. There is the loneliest star in the deep dome of the Milky Way. It knows that love with the rain at night is impossible, so in her eyes, it shows great loneliness and sadness.
seven
My dream, no longer gorgeous, has become black and white. It sleeps quietly in the lake in July, with tears on its face.
eight
There is a smell on the road you walk. In the quiet time after tea this weekend, my flute can't play a suitable background movement, and the sweetness has been broken by the sighing footsteps.
nine
In front of the dresser after you left, you still have the bright silver brooch I gave you. It just stays here quietly, waiting for you to put it on.
ten
I just stand in front of this house, and my heart is on this soft, missing hill. Sigh and face the sunset in the west.
eleven
I want to look far away, I want to find you, but I am blocked by the wall of emotional injury. The backward steps of memory finally brought me back to this empty room. It covers the window mercilessly, and my heart is shackled.
twelve
And I, there is nothing I can do to save my dying heart.
thirteen
I have a wish that in this cold and long July, in the attic of your city, your first ray of light and the last ray of light in my town can close your tired eyes at the same time and let your heart sleep together.
Some people love fragrant spring, some people love fruitful autumn, and some people love snowy winter. I like colorful summer.
It is very hot in summer. God seems to have a fever, and his temperature is above 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry and the ground is hot. Animals can enjoy summer very well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting as if they had just finished a marathon. The fish soon surfaced, bubbling; Buffalo also "pedal" into the water, even if it dies in the water, it will not come out; Do your best. "I know, I know!" I cried quietly. The buttonwood trees on the roadside stood there listlessly, without a trace of wind, and the leaves were motionless and covered with thick ash. The flowers in the sun will wither in a few minutes. People also hide at home like monsters. People in the house don't feel well either. Those with air conditioning turn on the air conditioner, those without air conditioning directly blow the electric fan, and some keep shaking the cattail leaf fan.
Summer is happy. Hot summer is a good time for swimming. The irrepressible children have rushed to the swimming pool like rockets in twos and threes. They quickly changed their clothes, "plop!" 1, has rushed into the pool. Swimming rings bloom on the swimming pool like flowers. Children are like lively and lovely ducklings, swimming around freely. They have so many tricks! Some are swimming butterflies; Some are breaststroke; Others are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, shouted and shouted, and the sound of "cool" and "cool" was endless. The adults couldn't help it any longer, and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. How happy they are!
Summer is beautiful. People's soldiers fight in the front line of flood fighting, guarding the levee and protecting the property safety of Daiyue people. The sun is like fire in summer, and the ground temperature is above 50 degrees. As soon as I went out, the heat wave rolled and the road was like the equator. The traffic police stood upright in the scorching sun and meticulously maintained traffic. Every movement of them is so natural and unrestrained and standardized. Under the correct command of the traffic police, the roads were orderly and no traffic accidents occurred. The traffic police is like a monument, how sacred it is! I am in awe. Although their figures are small on the road, they are the tallest people in my heart. City builders sweat profusely for building a beautiful home and step up construction. Under the scorching sun, they are paving roads and bridges and building tall buildings ... When the steel bar reaches 60 degrees, it will burn blisters to the touch. Their skin was tanned. The stronger the sunshine, the happier they are at work. Cleaners, postmen ... they work without regrets in the hot sun for our beautiful life. They are the most beautiful scenery in summer.
Summer is hot, happy, beautiful and colorful. I praise you, summer …
Autumn in the ancient capital
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 cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. 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. Under a layer of rain, 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.
1August 934 Yu Dafu was in Beiping.
Poetry in winter:
First, join the army (4)
Don Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Second, I saw the snow peak in Central South China.
Tang zuyong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Third, miscellaneous poems
Wang Wei
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?
Fourth, in mountainous areas.
Wang Wei
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Fifth, don't be big.
Tanggaoshi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Sixth, the owner of every snow in Furong Mountain.
Don Liu Changqing
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Seven, plug the song (2)
Tanglulun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Eight, join the army north.
Don
After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea is cold, and it is difficult to blow the flute all over.
There were 300,000 people in the village, and I looked back at the moon for a while.