Shi Tiesheng described the four seasons of the year like this in "The Temple of Earth and Me".
For example, using the time of day to correspond to the four seasons, spring is morning, summer is noon, autumn is dusk, and winter is night.
If we use musical instruments to correspond to the four seasons, spring is the trumpet, summer is the timpani, autumn is the cello, and winter is the French horn and flute.
The sounds in the garden are also used to correspond to the four seasons. Spring is the whistle of pigeons floating above the altar, and summer is the long cicada song and the rustling of poplar leaves in mockery of the cicada song. Autumn is the ringing of wind chimes on the eaves of the ancient palace, and winter is the casual and empty sound of woodpeckers pecking wood.
Spring is a path that is sometimes pale and sometimes black, the sky is sometimes bright and sometimes gloomy with strings of flowers swaying, and summer is a series of dazzling and scorching stone benches, or they are cool and covered with flowers. There are fruit peels on the mossy stone steps, and there is half a cursed newspaper on the street. Autumn is a large bronze bell. A large bronze bell was abandoned in the northwest corner of the garden. The bronze bell is as old as the garden, covered with green rust, and the characters are no longer legible. Winter is a few old sparrows with fluffy feathers in the forest clearing.
The mood corresponds to the four seasons. Spring is the season of illness. In summer, lovers should fall in love in this season. In autumn, buy a pot of flowers from outside and return home. When I got home, I put the flowers in the house I was away from, opened the windows, let the sunshine into the house, slowly recalled, and sorted out some moldy things. In the winter, accompanied by the stove and the book, I kept firm determination and wrote letters that I never sent.
You can also use art forms to correspond to the four seasons, so that spring is a painting, summer is a novel, autumn is a short poem or short song, and winter is a group of sculptures.
In dreams, spring is the shouting on the treetops, summer is the drizzle in the shouting, autumn is the land in the drizzle, and winter is a lonely pipe on the clean land.
This is the first time I have discovered that the Four Seasons can be written like this. Why didn’t I discover it? In his eyes, the four seasons are so colorful. This is his experience from careful observation of life.
In the first few years after his legs were disabled, he couldn't find a job or a way out, so he rolled his wheelchair to the Temple of Earth because it was another world where he could escape from one world.
He stayed in this garden for 15 years, rain or shine. If you don't have a careful and observant heart, you won't feel this way even if you stay for twenty years.
People are in danger of running out of writing ideas when they travel around the world, but Shi Tiesheng could sit in this garden and write one article after another.
Shi Tiesheng got a tumor in his spinal cord when he was 22 years old. My legs became increasingly numb day by day, and my muscles atrophied uncontrollably.
He was too miserable, and he once had the morbid mentality of the oppressed. He resented his mother for finding a teacher to guide him in writing. Years later, he learned that the teacher was a film editor, a classmate of his mother, and a fellow villager with his mother.
His mother looked for him in the garden where he often went. He saw that his mother did not respond to her because of her stubbornness. In such a big garden, the mother had to walk a long and anxious road to find her son in it.
His temper became violent and he often threw things. His mother was careful when speaking to him. She was more sensitive than he was to words like "run" and "step on." I pity the hearts of parents in the world.
When he achieved success in writing, his mother passed away. His mother died young, and he missed his mother so much, deeply.
I also think of my mother. I grew up by my mother's side and have a deep relationship with her. When we were children, my mother did her best to take care of her four children.
My father was absent at that time. He had worked in a remote mountainous area for ten years and rarely came home. The burden of the family falls on the mother alone. She works as an apprentice with low wages and raises four children. I wonder how she survived those years?
Fortunately, my grandparents cared about my daughter at that time and helped to supplement the family income. My brothers and sisters grew up in the countryside.
When I grew up, had strong wings, and started a family, she became ill. For the sake of my so-called career, I became a "workaholic" and did not fully try my best to take care of her who was seriously ill.
In the eyes of outsiders, I am a filial daughter. When my mother was ill, my father could not take care of her alone. My brothers and sisters and I took turns going to bed with her at home. We washed her feet every day before going to bed and let her sleep. Good sleep.
We also took time off to take care of her while she was in Shanghai and in our local hospital, working day and night shifts.
Although her death was due to her condition worsening and had no necessary connection with me, I still blamed myself and still felt that if I tried my best to take care of her, maybe she could live for two more years.
You can talk to me again, you can watch her nephew go to college, you can eat the food I cooked...
There are too many unexpected things in the world. Cherish the people in front of you and live up to your time. Be content, cherish the work in front of you, and if you leave the unit, you may be nothing. Face life with a calm heart and let life be filled with sunshine.