The wind in late October is obviously no longer mild. It seems that my heart is full of grievances that have nowhere to vent, but my depressed mood is getting worse and worse. Perhaps, one day it will erupt completely, and then force the temperature to drop sharply, or use a heavy snow to prove its strong personality.
It is obviously unwise for me to choose to travel at this time. In addition to wearing thick cotton-padded clothes that are different from the living habits of city people, I have to prevent strong winds from breaking out at any time. The low temperature is not only as chilly as the wind, but also the sky is covered with a layer of gray clouds, as if standing at the door and drawing curtains in winter will enter this season to exercise their rights at any time.
However, one afternoon, I set off as scheduled. I'm going to find a wilderness. I'd better set up a tent by the river and experience the wild life for a few days.
In northern Shaanxi, water has always been a scarce thing, so most people in northern Shaanxi have an innate fascination with water. In the early years, when most people in northern Shaanxi still made a living by farming, people's desire for water was particularly sincere, and even water was often regarded as a god in a way that lasted for thousands of years.
In recent years, the fireworks of farming have gradually receded from the loess land in northern Shaanxi, and people seem to be indifferent to water. This seems understandable, but the real crisis is worrying, because water resources are seriously polluted and increasingly scarce. In fact, this is not just a matter of northern Shaanxi. It seems that people all over the world are facing the threat of water shortage.
For water, I have an emotion that can't be expressed in words: is it a vague feeling that melts in my bones-an attachment? Good intentions? Or is it a tender connection that is inseparable from life? I can't say clearly.
On the weekend of night arrival, when I drove more than 200 kilometers into an uninhabited wilderness and met a river, I stopped. When I first met, I almost became extremely excited, even accompanied by the joy of chaotic heartbeat. On both sides of the river, lush weeds and reeds seem to be excited and glad that I have found such a quiet place. They seem to be part of this river. They breathe together and become a secret, beautiful and permanent existence in nature together with things on earth.
Fortunately, I finally found them. This is a place I once dreamed of finding. It seems that they have waited for a thousand years, and I have been looking for it for a thousand years.
Waiting and meeting is a wonderful feeling. Even though the wind in the wilderness makes people feel cold all over, I still can't hide my joy, enthusiasm and full satisfaction in the face of a river and this wilderness that I breathe with.
I set up an orange tent in the clearing by the river. In the quiet Yuan Ye, this sudden warm color is like a flower that instantly opens her purplish bud, making the whole peaceful world at night look so harmonious and beautiful.
Even loneliness is so beautiful.
Then, I lit a pile of firewood and sat down to rest.
The river at night is much brighter than before. Against the backdrop of the dark grass on both sides of the river, the river is like a mirror, smooth and quiet, like a moonlight shining on the wilderness. Weeds and reeds on both sides are like the soft banks of a river. Every time a breeze blows, weeds sway and the banks are rough, the flowing water of this river seems to fluctuate with it. I sat quietly in front of these wonderful things and felt my body shaking.
It seems that the whole earth is a cradle shaking slightly ... Everything on the earth looks so peaceful and gentle.
In the night, the beautiful sound of firewood burning adds a touch of enthusiasm to this silent wilderness from time to time. Every flame is like a dancer, which always fills her audience with silent admiration. Night unconsciously entered the role of night, birds stopped singing, stars filled the sky, and the pace of the wind seemed to be more urgent, like rushing to a winter banquet. Her hurried figure was covered with golden leaves.
Night naturally enters the state of night.
On the cotton pillow of the earth
The bug is asleep.
The bird folded its wings.
Finally, put the calf exposed by the bird into its arms.
I closed my eyes wearily.
Time is sweeping the night.
She wants to give the world a clean dawn.
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The river also entered the state of night and became a part of the night. At night, the river seems to have stopped flowing, and even the occasional ripples are still. You can only feel a great peace and fall asleep beside the earth. You can't hear the breathing of the vegetation, but you can hear the beautiful breathing of the river lingering in your ears.
This is an ancient smell.
I lay my body flat on the bed on the ground, and the sound of flames coming from my ears made me feel a kind of warmth spreading in my heart.
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This is the beginning of a beautiful day.
Birds are singing in the treetops. The sunshine enthusiastically cares for the morning light and generously puts new sheets on the world. Insects jump on it, birds feed on it, and more life grows or ages on it. ...
The river has awakened. The first time I saw the sparkling water, I suddenly felt that she was suddenly rejuvenated after a night of aging. When I faced the river yesterday, I felt that she was still so calm, calm and serene, as if she had grown up for a thousand years. Millennium's face is covered with ancient wrinkles. She seems to be older than a thousand-year-old tree, but she hides the vicissitudes of time in her life with the calm of water, which makes people even more unable to imagine how old she is.
However, early in the morning, I saw her change the solemnity and solemnity of the old man last night, spinning colorful leaves, as if writing a colorful melody.
She looks so lively and cheerful that she seems to have completely forgotten her old age. She swayed, surged and spun a passionate river with the sunshine. Both exciting and relaxing.
I walked along the river, and the golden sunshine made the weeds on both sides look very beautiful and elegant. They are distributed on both sides of the river, swaying golden sunshine, just like welcoming the arrival of the river, and the atmosphere is warm and friendly. This river comes from the upper reaches with a happy heart. When you are happy, don't forget to hug, shake hands and kiss the weeds exploring shallow water. ...
I suddenly feel that many of our friendly behaviors today are inspired by the images of these things on the earth to convey our beautiful feelings. When I think like this, I am more and more happy with the association I have at the moment. In fact, human beings should always learn to survive by imitating the reproduction and process of all kinds of life in nature. I believe that the origin of human music should come from various natural sounds, such as wind and birds singing, such as insects singing and grass moving; Humans engaged in hunting, farming and even the strength of modern industry should be deeply inspired by a bird, a seed and a river. Our ancestors got these inspirations from nature and learned from nature with long-term enthusiasm and curiosity. They deeply understand how human beings are cared for by nature, so human beings have always maintained their sacred love and awe of nature with a sincere heart.
This also made me suddenly understand why people in Tibet are always full of sacred awe of a mountain or a lake.
Unfortunately, modern humans are gradually losing the friendly dependence and awe on nature that our ancestors once had. Man thinks that he wants to maintain his independence in a new way, which also alienates an ancient affinity between man and nature.
As for people's destruction and change of the natural order, I believe that each of us should be clear in our hearts, but we are involved in this torrent of destruction, and we can't even participate in it ourselves. ...
Come back to my river!
Walking by the river, you will always meet the pleasing beauty created by this river and many things.
The river moistens the soil on both sides of the river, making all kinds of weeds flourish and spreading a thick carpet on the land on both sides of the river. I think, not only do I feel so comfortable walking on it, but occasionally snakes, birds foraging and frogs basking in the sun can also feel the softness and comfort of touching the skin!
It was early in the morning, behind the golden barrier built by a row of poplars on the other side of the river, I heard a wonderful sound. Through the dense forest, I finally vaguely found that a fellow villager was harvesting corn stalks in the field. I can hardly see his figure, but I can imagine what kind of sunshine is covered with his curved figure. I can clearly hear how simple and touching the crisp and sweet sound made by tools when they touch corn stalks. I can even imagine how this simple scene like oil painting is full of beautiful elements of farmers, land and crops.
If you are a person familiar with farming, then, perhaps, you can also think about how many lonely times the song of the river once gave him when he was farming by the river in spring; In summer, he was busy watering all morning. How did he soak himself in warm river water to wash away all the fatigue and dust? Then, at this time, when he stepped into his farmland again and began to reap the rewards of this soil, was the voice given to him by the river full of his gratitude for this land?
When he leads a cow or drives a flock of sheep to drink water by the river, will he see the richness and beauty of life in the reflection of water? Or, he will inadvertently find that the reflection reflected on the water has changed from a child to a real man, or an old man's gradually curved figure.
Will he feel sorry for it?
He sat by the river, smoking a cigarette and remembering the river. I can imagine that his feelings for the river in front of him are far stronger than mine. A river raised his grandparents, his life and even his descendants. He has enough experience to really fall in love with a river ... unlike me, he is just a passer-by.
However, I still deeply like this obscure river.
Although I only happened to meet this small river flowing through the hinterland of the Loess Plateau, it was a casual encounter. However, I also believe that this is an opportunity. Just like a stream flowing in front of a village, a stream feeds a village.
For me, when I meet this river, she is my river!