An example of prose describing the scenery of a small courtyard 1 was called by birds in the early morning. Put on clothes and live in the hospital, the leaves danced gracefully, and there was an autumn wind in the yard. A few stone benches, a stone table, a rockery next to it, dotted with sporadic ferns, have the leisure to evacuate. Gu Zhuo osmanthus fragrance is far away, seeping into the heart, spleen and lungs. A few bamboos, a few clumps of banana shadows, and a few pots of chrysanthemum yellow. Don't miss such a beautiful scenery, then grab a cigarette, light it, sit quietly, listen to the autumn sound quietly, and watch autumn in this yard.
Is this the sound of autumn? As if from ancient times, there was a distant fate with me, so my heart was touched by it and intoxicated by the boundless rustling sound. First, there was a rustling sound, like a clear spring flowing through a stone, and the guzheng was gently debugged, and the jade fell to the ground. Then, like rain over the bamboo forest, chess falls on a jade plate and sabre clangs. In a blink of an eye, like flying stones and sand, thousands of Ma Benteng, the sea is at high tide, and the mountains are crumbling. Look at the wind, it is not violent, it is quiet, it is swaying, it is still, but the sound is so spectacular, as if it comes from the breath of the abdomen deep in the earth, it has accumulated huge energy, thick and thin, and a little movement is enough to shake the world.
What is this wind? Bold, desolate, atmospheric, majestic and heroic. Diffuse between heaven and earth, Wan Li rivers and mountains. Is this the glory of the big fellow? Or the broad-minded wind in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? As if from Zhuangzi's article, Wang Yang is unscrupulous and invincible. In an instant, it becomes endless autumn sounds, rushing, rushing, sweeping, rushing.
The wind is changeable, just like Xu Zhimo's poem "I don't know where the wind blows". Standing in the wind, I feel a little dizzy. Is it the west wind of the Atlantic Ocean or the north wind of Siberia? Is it the east wind from the Pacific Ocean or the south wind from the Indian Ocean? Intersection, integration, contradiction and unity. Is this the 5,000-year-old civilization in China? Tolerance, vicissitudes, atmosphere and romance. Under the traction of autumn sound, I unconsciously walked out of the courtyard and into Shan Ye. The sky and the earth are empty, and the distant mountains are like smoke, far away as the Mi Jiashan water in the colorful ink clouds. Hold your breath, concentrate, abandon your distractions, and immerse yourself in the cool autumn wind, as if you were the Dapeng wandering between heaven and earth, soaring with the hurricane and enjoying infinity.
In fact, the heart is the universe, yes. The heart is so small, as small as mustard seed, but it can accommodate the whole world. Let my little heart blend in with the universe. Perhaps, I am a speck in the universe, and when the wind blows, it will disperse. Perhaps, I am really outside the universe, and this universe is just an illusion in my dream.
I like being alone. Being alone with nature gives me the feeling that the heart creates everything. Everything is born in the heart, and everything is destroyed in the heart. How wonderful is it? It's beyond description. I like walking in the fields in autumn, thinking nothing and forgetting everything. Sometimes all day, I lie on my back on the yellow grass by the river and watch the continuous clouds in the sky. Fusion, fusion, re-fusion, finally turned into a whole gray sky, moist as jade, smooth as marble. The nightingale came home, the farmers came home, and the shadows of several trees in the field were hazy. At this time, the screen color is four in one, the world is empty, the wilderness is independent, and the endless night is in my arms, so there is Chen Ziang: "Before me, where are those lost years?" Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fall! " Desolation and emotion. I like this feeling, empty, lofty, away from the crowd, quieter and cleaner inside.
This is a cool autumn! Independent wilderness, you can be alone. The world is magnificent and I am calm. Let the wind go from east to west, penetrate the chest, stretch your arms and embrace heaven and earth in your arms! The sky is high and the sea is vast, the night is desolate, the fields are quiet, the rivers are winding and the wind is mighty. The sun, the moon and the stars, everything in the world, enter my heart. Who, wielding a sword for heaven? Who is writing a poem? Who is independent in the cold autumn, whispering: "Ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?"
The wind is blowing, mighty, rising, and killing Xiao. What kind of autumn is this? Prosperity and decline coexist, desolation and aesthetics coexist. Autumn wind, the heart thoughtful. Qin Huang Hanwu, Genghis Khan, chivalrous man, many heroes, Jin Ge Tiema, traveled all over Wan Li. Sunset is like blood, Cangshan is like the sea. How many people's bones were buried in the Great Wall of Wan Li? The yellow sand in the desert has lost the blood of many warriors. The rise and fall of the dynasty, cycle after cycle. No one can escape death, and no one can escape reincarnation. It turns out that everything is empty and everything is good. Because I saw the sky, I love this color more, especially the quiet and beautiful color in autumn. This color is clear but not turbid, beautiful but not demon, beautiful and vicissitudes.
Walk on the rugged buildings, feel the quietness and coolness of the earth, and taste the beauty, maturity, charm and charm of autumn. My body and mind are empty, and I abandoned my ears and eyes. I am listening to the sounds of nature and observing the magnificent colors of autumn with my heart.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and it's going to be first frost, Wan Li, and the forest is full of dye. I like the quiet beauty that burns like a fire but is not a fire. I like freedom, freedom, liberation and freedom of mind. I like the elegance and heroism in heaven and earth. The world belongs to everyone and to me. Life is like a dream. What I said and saw in my dream was just a smile. Make a pot of tea, pour a pot of wine, sip slowly, calmly, coldly, and look at the world.
The world is just a painting, a sentence and a poem in your hand. If you look at the Buddha's eyes, the earth is just a grain of sand, the sea is just a drop of water, and the universe is just a cloud floating in my heart, very small, too small, as small as a mustard seed, and then it disappears. But we can also enlarge it, pull it out of our hearts, draw great rivers and mountains, point out the sun, moon and stars, spill everything in the world, and add wind, rain, thunder, lightning, sunshine and moonlight to make the world.
Mei Wen
With the sky as the cover and the earth as the seat, I am between heaven and earth. I, the center of the world, sit still and everything in the world will flow in my heart.
What kind of painting is this? Atmosphere, boldness, solemnity, romance and freehand brushwork. Kunlun Mountain winds, Himalayas cross, Altai Mountain winds, and Changbai Mountain is beautiful. Cut out the five mountains, trace the Qinling Mountains, tick off the Qilian Mountains, and point out the Alishan Mountain. China, a rooster in Eurasia, has his back to Russia, his tail to India, his beak to Korea, his feet to Japan and his intention to the United States. What a masterpiece of freehand brushwork, natural ingenuity, indeed no one can match.
Draw clouds in the north, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, yellow sand in the desert, draw vast grasslands, draw beautiful scenery in all corners of the country, spill the vastness of the world and wipe out the mountains and rivers of Wan Li. Two dragons, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, crisscrossed and rushed out of the ink heart. The Yarlung Zangbo River rushes, the Pearl River growls, and the Haihe River, Huaihe River and Songhua River run through it. Long Mai, majestic and continuous, hidden and conspicuous, is the cradle of oriental civilization. Heaven and earth are mysterious and virtuous. Between heaven and earth, I'm China.
Look, the mountains are towering above Wan Ren and skyscrapers; All rivers run into the sea, and it is incomparably broad. The Himalayas are frozen with ice and snow, and there is a sacred mountain-Mount Everest-on the roof of the world, standing at the top of the earth. Taishan Xiong, the five mountains are the first in the world; Huashan Mountain is dangerous, with Qinling Mountain in the north and overlooking the Yellow River. Mount Heng is strange, the cantilever beam is the foundation, and the two peaks face each other; Located in the sky, Songshan Mountain is very steep and spans the middle of the earth. There are deep valleys and treacherous clouds in Heng Yue, so the degree should be balanced. These are the wings of the stars. Wild geese are rugged, skinny, towering, and indomitable. Beauty of moth eyebrows, beauty of sideburns, beauty of makeup and beauty of mountains and rivers. Huangshan grotesque rocks, grotesque peaks and grotesque rocks, inverted waterfalls.
You see, Wuyishan is quiet, Lushan is handsome, and Zhangjiajie stands proudly. The Yaochi in Tianshan Mountain, the bell in Wutai Mountain, the tidal sound in Putuo Mountain, the Buddha's light in Jiuhua Mountain of Emei, and the way of Wudang Qingcheng Mountain … I am in your arms, and you are in my heart. The beautiful love of Yulong Snow Mountain, the deer turning back at the ends of the earth, the unyielding spirit on the mainstay, and dreaming.
And look, Dongting is beautiful, Jiangnan water town, 800 miles of clouds; Taihu Lake is beautiful, with 36,000 hectares and vast blue waves. Hongze Yaotiao, Millennium ancient dike, 108 Bay. Poyang is charming, Chaohu is graceful ... Three mountains are towering and five mountains are skyscrapers; The five lakes are quiet and the four seas are tumbling; The earth is wet and rivers are vertical and horizontal; Qian Shan Wangu is full of clouds. Green mountains and clear waters, beautiful countryside. ...
Stroll in the countryside, indulge in nature, feel the world, read a casual book, and be an idle person. Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and camellia are all in my mind, and my heart and pen are one, and I am carried away. The Great Wall is winding, the Forbidden City is majestic, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are mighty, and the Mogao Grottoes are vicissitudes ... Wan Li mountains and rivers are just my image, moving with my heart and becoming at will. Hold the pen, stand still and sink into the abdomen. Splash ink, brush away dragons and snakes, live in harmony, enjoy it sparingly, and be airtight. Yan Gu, the square is solemn and grand, simple and vigorous; If you are drunk, if you are surprised, if you are Youlong; I have a well-thought-out plan, and I intend to write first, blending ink and wash, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and blending and entanglement. Suzaku and Xuanwu, Yin and Yang, elegance and vulgarity, heaven and earth, sun and moon, men and women, unity of opposites, Jin Mu in fire, water and soil, mutual resistance; One is everything, everything is one. Everything in the world is in Tai Chi gossip and empty color.
Heroic heroism, charming beauty, hermit's detachment, poet's freedom, farming culture and modern civilization are all flowing and gestating in paper and ink. Yan State is thin and fat, green and fat, red and thin, tang style Song Yun, Han and Wei customs, beautiful China red, all in this nature, all in my heart.
Ask the world who is a hero? I rode an ox, Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies, Confucius climbed Mount Tai while the world was small, and the Buddha smiled.
The heart is an epic. The winding mountains and rivers are like periods in an epic. The vicissitudes of time, the mountains and rivers are vigorous, with a kind of sadness, a kind of grandeur, a kind of restlessness and noise that is quiet to the extreme. I like quiet, like places where fireworks are scarce, watching manglin streams, abandoning the hubbub, and looking for the holy land and pure land of the soul in the empty valley without people. I like to be in a quiet place, looking at the high sky, the blue ocean, the deep earth and the distant grassland. Hugo said: "The vastest in the world is the ocean, the vastest is the sky, and the vastest is the human mind." Yes, the heart is the biggest.
5,000 years of civilization, in a flash, in a flash. Hundreds of millions of years are also short-lived, such as white clouds and pale dogs. Sitting on the lotus stage, looking at the world of mortals coldly, arguing, saying nothing, saying nothing, being Zen and free. Close your eyes and see that everything is empty.
Isn't heaven and earth one yard? We are all in the yard. Autumn wind rises, the weather is cold, dear, please put on more clothes.
Example of prose describing the scenery of the small courtyard 2 This town is located 20 kilometers north of the provincial capital and was once an important post station on the Qin-Long Passage. Although not as famous as the four famous towns in China, it is also famous for its rich coal and pottery industry in Gansu.
A few decades ago, there were dozens of quadrangles in the town, large and small, all of which were houses of some rich people in the town at that time. With the passage of time and the evolution of history, coupled with man-made destruction, most of the quadrangles in the town have disappeared, and the rest have been unrecognizable because of several renovations and renovations. Only the quadrangle in the center of the town still retains its original appearance when it was first built a hundred years ago.
Let time go back to more than 70 years ago.
This is the most glorious period in the history of this quadrangle.
The quadrangle with strict layout and reasonable structure, sitting south to north, occupies the best position in the town center. All the houses in the hospital were the most fashionable "wooden decoration" at that time, and the wooden decoration of the same color was bright and clean. Due south is the Upper Temple, which stands on a terrace more than one meter high and has three eaves. The house and steps are paved with square blue bricks. To the north is the Xiadian, with slightly lower steps and three eaves. Dongfu also has three eaves, and only Xifu has a shallow eaves. Under the eaves more than two meters deep, there are four pillars standing on the pillars to support the eaves, which makes the house look stable and atmospheric. There are four doors between the upper and lower rooms. The upper part of the four doors is a window lattice, and the middle is a beautifully hollowed-out wood carving, which is engraved with "Chyi Chin Calligraphy and Painting" and "Mei Lan Ju Zhu" respectively. The windows of the house on all sides are checkerboard windows the size of a room. The upper hall is the master's main room, with a rectangular piano table, a steady square table and elegant and steady plush chairs on both sides. There are Japanese chimes on the table, big vases and cloisonne teapots with figures of the Three Kingdoms, and round hat boxes. There is a kang cabinet with Chinese opera figures painted on it, and a big wooden box painted on it. The kang is covered with colorful Russian tapestries. Celebrity calligraphy and painting are hung on the wall. On the edge of the kang is a square plate furnace made of pure copper. Above the middle of the door hangs a huge plaque about two meters long and one meter wide, with white characters on a blue background, and the four characters "Accumulated Thick Streamer" are magnificent. Dongshawu is the bedroom of the eldest son and his wife. Xifu is a vinegar room (the old owner also manages homemade vinegar), and the room is full of jars for brewing vinegar. Making vinegar is the task of the old master's wife. She makes vinegar every two months. Before you start brewing vinegar, you should respectfully burn incense for the "vinegar queen" and pray for her blessing to brew good vinegar. By the time the vinegar fermented and oozed from the bamboo faucet, the whole yard was filled with a strong vinegar smell. The lower hall is separated from the middle, with pavement in front and living room and living room behind. The pavement is located in the center of the town, and the "Nine Ruheng" plaque with blue cloth and white characters under the eaves of the pavement flutters in the wind. The goods in the shop were mainly farm tools and daily necessities used by farmers at that time. There are two long wooden stools in front of the counter, and the old shopkeeper warmly receives customers coming and going. To the north of the sidewalk is the gate, and a plaque inscribed by a celebrity hangs above the gate.
The yard is surrounded by houses, forming a yard of 100 square meters. If you add the spacious steps of the eaves room on three sides, the whole courtyard will have nearly 200 square meters of space. There is a wooden flower stand in the middle of the yard, with square, round and hexagonal flower pots, and all kinds of exotic flowers and grasses bloom in season. In summer, the big windows of four houses can be erected to make the rooms bright and airy.
Entering the southwest corner of the courtyard is a tunnel. Cross the aisle and go up a dozen steps. Here is a small courtyard with four houses on the east and west sides. Song people said, "How deep is the courtyard?". From the street gate to this small courtyard, there are twists and turns, which makes people feel "how deep".
At this time, the owner of the quadrangle, after more than ten years of hard work, has created an industry that people in the town envy. There are two property quadrangles (the other quadrangle is located 50 meters east of the quadrangle mentioned in the article, which was classified as public during the "housing reform" in the 1950s), with pavements and dozens of acres of land nearby, which is one of the few well-off families in the town. At this time, the owner of the quadrangle is in the heyday of the spring breeze, and his family business is booming, which can be described as flowers. In particular, his eldest son was admitted to Peking University, which became a major event in the small town, because before that, the scholars in the small town had never been so honored. At that time, in order to celebrate his son's high school, the master held a banquet at home for three days to entertain guests from all over the world who came to congratulate him. More than 50 local squires jointly invited Mr. Shuizi, then director of the provincial education department, to write two plaques, namely "Jiyan" hanging under the eaves of Shangtang and "Qingyun Road" hanging above the gate.
Since then, the stormy waves of history have pushed quadrangles to bump on the waves, and generations of owners of quadrangles have also experienced a series of thrilling encounters and hardships. As the eldest son of Old Master Q, he joined the army from Peking University with a passion of resisting Japan and saving the nation, heroically killed the enemy on the battlefield, and finally died in the battlefield. Old Master Q's hope that his son would honor his ancestors was shattered, and his extreme sadness, disappointment and resentment enveloped the family for a long time. Old Master Q's son died to resist Japan and save the country, which should be praised, but in fact, due to historical reasons, this matter has become a heavy burden for the whole family for many years. This is a historical injustice!
Examples of essays describing the scenery of small courtyards Three families live in a bungalow yard. Although the area is not large, they live in a separate yard, but it is very quiet and refreshing. Although there are no luxuries in the building, there are no disputes between neighbors living in the building because of noise or flooding, let alone paying elevator fees and property fees. It is also good to plant some vegetables, flowers and fruit trees, which not only beautify the environment, but also can be eaten.
There are many buildings near the bungalow, which is a village in the city. But the traffic is convenient. There are buses as soon as you go out, and there are several buses going east or back 100 meters. It is very convenient to travel and shop.
Although the bungalow also has public heating, it also has water supply and drainage. Painted ceramic tile veneer, plastic steel window and external wall tile make the room comfortable and bright.
May 5- 10/0 every year is the most beautiful season in the small courtyard. We eat our own fresh vegetables, enjoy the flowers, look at the fruits of fruit trees, breathe the fresh air in the morning, listen to the birds chirping on the trees, and enjoy the happiness of every day with beautiful music on the computer.
Every year after Tomb-Sweeping Day, the snow melts and the yard begins to show vitality. The grass on the wall came out first. As long as there is a little sunshine and temperature, it will brave the cold spring and meet the spring breeze, breaking ground. Then there is the old woman, whose roots have been bred in the soil for a winter, carrying ice chips to meet the warm sunshine in spring. This wild vegetable is delicious, slightly bitter, delicious and refreshing, and has medicinal values such as clearing away heat and toxic materials, reducing swelling and removing blood stasis, inducing diuresis and stopping diarrhea. No wonder the market bought ten yuan a catty in April. After today, leeks and shallots are out.
In mid-April, when the soil became more than one inch, we began to prepare for planting side dishes. The first plants are cabbage, lettuce, coriander, rattan Artemisia, spinach, smelly vegetables, bitter giant and radish. Refine the soil first, then pour enough water, evenly spread seeds and restore the soil. If the temperature is low, cover it with plastic sheets. I planted it later this year. It is not covered with plastic sheets, but it should be watered every day. Use a vat of warm water, water it every night, and water it with cold water. You'll catch a cold. Along the wall, a dozen corn with beans were planted.
The temperature is rising. Four grapes buried in front of the house should be dug up. It will be on the shelves in a few days. There is no need to worry about those two wild grapes.
The rice fields in rural areas began to transplant rice seedlings, which is the season for planting vegetable seedlings. Twenty cucumbers, twenty persimmons, fifteen peppers, four bitter melons, two mushroom mothers, two piles of yellow flowers, one square meter of celery and two pounds of shallots were planted in the backyard. The newly planted seedlings should be watered every day, and the basin of dried water should be watered. Until the seedlings recover.
May Day arrived, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the cherry blossoms in the front yard opened. This cherry is more than ten years old. Its trunk is more than ten centimeters thick and its crown is seven or eight square meters. Fruit 40 Jin of cherries every year, and use it to brew good cherry wine every year. When I looked at it coldly in the morning, it was all white. A closer look shows that every flower has pink leaves, and swarms of bees come to smell the flowers and suck the nectar. After five or six days, the flowers have fallen to the ground, and there is a saying that they are green, fat and thin. The ground is covered with withered cherry blossoms. Without Daiyu, who can be buried?
After a rain, the Ma Lian on Ningbo Road in the yard bloomed. These five or six clusters of Ma Lian were dug from Ding Qingshan in 2004. Green Ma Lian has lush leaves with faint orchids and faint fragrance. Ants are busy picking honey up and down.
With the increase of temperature and sunshine time, the leaves of grapes become thick, and pregnant grapes have been seen under the leaves.
Xiaoman arrived, swallows shuttled in the sky, sparrows were foraging on the ground, and an unknown beautiful bird landed on a cherry tree, with a long tail and colorful feathers and tassels on its head, swinging back and forth and making a pleasant cry.
At the door of the backyard, a bouquet of flowers, delicate mosaic, opened a string of small flowers, like a pink purse hanging under a branch.
Children's Day is coming. It rained twice before, and the air was particularly fresh in the morning. The peony in the backyard opens as scheduled. This peony has been around for more than ten years, and its corolla is only two or three square meters, with a maximum of 88 flowers a year. This is a new flower. Because there was little snow last winter, the flower roots were frozen, and there were only about 30 buds this year. Paeonia lactiflora and Paeonia suffruticosa belong to the same family, and the pink flowers are particularly beautiful, which is more colorful, rich and peaceful against the thick dark green leaves. Unfortunately, the flowering period of this flower is only about a week, and it is still in the rainy season. Sometimes, after the rain, the ground will turn red. This is why romantic love is always blown away by the wind and rain.
Due to the daily watering and harmonious sunshine temperature, a new green color has appeared on the dining table in recent days. Four or five kinds of side dishes are washed and dipped in sauce every morning, and the harvest of personal labor is sweet.
After summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, sometimes from noon to more than 30 degrees. Sitting in the bungalow is cool, playing computer and listening to music, killing time. Suddenly, there was a breeze outside the window, accompanied by flowers. I am looking forward to it. It turns out that thorns are in full bloom in the courtyard, and crimson flowers are bright and dazzling, and Hua Qiangu can last for a month. It is a fact that roses are everywhere in the yard.
The yard is quieter at night. Neighbors in seven or eight bungalows don't watch TV or turn on the lights. Two of them can't live. They went out to see it at seven or eight in the evening. It was very quiet. Occasionally, they will hear the sound of cars on the road, the sound of cranes and cement vibrators on the construction site.
One sultry afternoon, I was lying on the sofa, watching the clouds rolling under the blue sky, listening to the clock on the wall, the sun shining on the green trees, the breeze blowing the begonia, and my thoughts were flying, but I didn't want anything. Or live a normal life in peace.
At the end of June, the cucumber persimmon came down, sitting in the shade behind the house and looking at a piece of green vegetables was very comfortable. Look at that cucumber. It can grow a lot in a day. Two swallows flew overhead and swayed on the wire, several dragonflies landed on the cucumber frame, colorful butterflies danced among the leaves, and all kinds of creatures were free.
In a blink of an eye, it was the Dragon Boat Festival. Colorful gourds are hung in every household. It's time to plant carrots. In recent years, we have planted two long carrots five meters long every year, not as usual. You can still get 50 or 60 kilograms in autumn, except pickles, which can't be eaten in winter and spring. It is enough to plant a dragon this year. Carrots are good vegetables. You can eat whatever you want, not to mention their nutrition. The land where carrots are planted should be soft, often watered, and farmyard manure should be applied in order to grow well.
At this time, the cherry in front of the house is ripe, and under the fluffy leaves, a string of red like pearls and agates. It's too hot to pick cherries on cloudy days. It takes two people a long time to finish picking. Put the basin in front of the house, wash it carefully, put it in the jar, add rock sugar, seal it and put it in the shade. After three months, they will brew a good cherry wine. Cherry wine luminous cup, attractive red, is prepared according to personal taste, and it can strengthen the brain and soften blood vessels after drinking.
It often rains when the rainy season comes. When the weather is fine, plant some side dishes to eat after autumn, because nothing grows after beginning of autumn. The vegetables grown at this time can be eaten after the National Day.
It is cold in early autumn, and people are adding clothes and gradually changing colors. Two wild grapes are ripe, and under the shade of green leaves, a string of small grapes hanging in the ash tastes sour and is a good raw material for wine making. This year is the result of the second year. Last year, I weighed more than 20 kilograms, and the brewed wine has been drunk.
In mid-August, the sky in early autumn is still hot at noon. Carrots with lush leaves have grown to three or four inches long and can be eaten, but they are crisp and sweet when pulled out.
Pick the leek flower and wash it to make leek flower sauce, which is fragrant and delicious. It's different from what you bought in the market. It's pure leek.
The National Day is coming, and the maturity of autumn adds infinite colors to the earth. The children came back, just as the Kyoho grapes were ripe. Grapes are big and sweet, and they have big ears. There are many dishes in the field that the whole family can enjoy.
After the cold dew, the leaves turn yellow, the vegetable seedlings wither, the leaves frost in the morning, and the autumn wind blows. After an autumn rain, people walking accelerated their pace. Many people are storing vegetables for the winter. The leaves of carrots are still green, but it's time to get up. Bury carrots in the ground, cut celery back into the ground for pickling, and pick up the fallen leaves in the ground for the winter.
The leaves are green and yellow, and it's another year.
My green yard, warm yard, vibrant yard, garden of life. Beautiful gardens should be created by hard work, colorful life should be woven with both hands, beautiful scenery should be appreciated with sincerity, and happy life should be experienced with sincerity. Swallows will come back when they are gone, flowers will bloom again after withering, and vegetables will be gone, so we will plant them again next year. The cold wind will blow and the spring wind will blow. Birds singing and flowers fragrant dishes, see you next year. After winter, it is still a beautiful spring. Let our life be beautiful and happy forever.
I like to plant some things in the yard, such as a few loofahs, beans, a dozen Chinese cabbages, or celery roots that will be discarded after buying food. These green lives bloom in the small courtyard, and as a result, I am as happy and satisfied as when I harvest love.
The vines of loofah and beans climbed along the yard to the south room, where a shady place was built. Sweep a dry place, put a small square table, put two or three recliners and make a pot of green tea, which is a good place to study. The breeze blows, the tea is fragrant, the fragrance is refreshing, and the green leaves rub and swim in this delicate realm. The words in the book seem to be dancing butterflies. In fact, in such a noisy society, reading takes time and determination. Time is squeezed out, and concentration is honed. It's like just sowing seeds, watching them sprout and then grow slowly. This is a slow process, and I can hardly feel their growth day by day. However, these thin fruits grow, blossom and bear fruit unconsciously until one day they are put on the table and share the harvest. The paper flows at the fingertips, looks back in the eyes, precipitates in the memory and revives in the memory. Thin fruit germinates in the soil and circulates in the soil, much like a thin and elegant book, which moistens the whole yard.
When eating, the family sat under the cucumber frame, and the rice was mixed with the fragrance of fruit thinning, which made them feel special. This space is the fresh air in the city breath, and it is the harbor where the soul lives after the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals. In this kind of green fruit, I really feel a kind of silence, which is the unique mood at the moment when I put pen to paper and brushed away the dust, and it is the eye kiss when I walk by the water and watch the fish jump and ripple and the wind blow the reeds. Sunlight shines down along the cracks in the vines of the melon and fruit stand, peeling off spots on the slightly wet ground. Of course, these points are jumping and smart. They are round, square, long and flat, and in the cracks of vines, they are surging with lightness and beauty. Sometimes, a few petals will be scattered, like a burning flame, scattered on the table and in the bowl. They used the most vivid life to burn the most dazzling passion, even, that kind of flower fragrance flooded the fragrant rice and flooded the yard.
These green creatures feel the spring breeze and the rain and dew, which is a hazy opportunity, and they breed hope in the yard. The courtyard is not very big, surrounded by houses, which is a common quadrangle. Surrounded by tall buildings that block out the sun. However, the lighting is not bad. There is light sunshine in the morning, bright at noon and crimson in the afternoon, which adds a lot of vitality to the yard. A loofah vine climbed over the south house and even climbed up along the outer wall of a tall building. Does it also want to see the outside world? If it is open outside the tall building, then the yard is closed, which is a kind of dullness of daily life and a kind of warmth of returning home; If the traffic outside the high-rise building is crowded, then the emptiness in the yard is the leisure of plain life and the warmth of holding his wife and children. Tengman has his own ideas and is still struggling in the hazy twilight. I always think that maybe one day it will climb out, with joy, and maybe it will be lost.
When I got up in the morning, the pumpkin was the first thing I saw. Its vines covered half the roof of the South House, and there was more. The big leaves rushed into the sky, as stubborn as an old cow in the country. Flowers bloom like horns, singing happy songs during the day. Sometimes, it is also a pleasant thing for me to pick some lying flowers, stir-fry them with eggs, taste a few mouthfuls of wine, eat a few mouthfuls of vegetables and read a few pages of books.
I planted cucumbers, loofahs, beans, lentils and pumpkins in every corner of the yard. Those flowers are yellow, blue, red, and a milky white, surging and beautiful. They decorated the scenery in the yard, and they decorated it day by day.
These thin fruits can blossom and bear fruit almost in summer and autumn, and they are tireless. Only in late autumn, first frost, will they wither and grow old. Those tangled vines are a bit tragic, moving towards another starting point of life in the cold air. After picking these thin fruits, I sprinkled a small piece of fragrant rapeseed and squeezed out the soil. Some are green and crystal clear, which makes people reluctant to pick them as accessories for the next dish. In fact, with these thin fruits, the yard is no longer lonely, and we are no longer lonely. Although the cold winter has come, we are waiting for spring in those green memories.