ji xianlin

Dusk is mysterious. As long as people can live one more day, there will be a dusk at the end of this day. However, as the years roll and the months roll, they have countless days to live and countless nights. I want to ask: how many people feel the existence of this dusk?

In the morning, when the residual dream flew out of the pillow, they woke up and started a day's walk. They walked and walked until noon, when the road suddenly turned. It seems that they just slipped away until the end of the day. When they saw the white smoke in the distance, the treetops were lightly coated with a layer of golden yellow. When flocks of crows flew back with the sun at dusk, something seemed to be gently pressing on their hearts.

They knew that night was coming. They long for rest and dreams. Soon, the dim night covered their eyes and hearts. They are busy in the low hut, closing the door at dusk. If someone asks: Have you ever seen dusk? The evening was beautiful, but they were at a loss.

How can they not be at a loss When they leaned out to look for dusk again, the dusk disappeared with the disappearance of white smoke, the golden color on the treetops and the sun color on the crow's back. Only the hazy night is left. This evening, like a light dream on a spring night, came at an unknown time, swept their hearts and disappeared at an unknown time.

I left at dusk. Where did it go? No, I asked first: Where does dusk come from? I can't say for sure. Who knows? Can't catch the dusk, ask to the end. From the east? The east is where the sun rises. From the west? Isn't there hongxia in the west? From the south? There is only light and heat in the south, so it seems most appropriate to say that it comes from the north. If we think about it and think that the end of the North Pole is the Arctic Ocean, we can draw a picture of a white world, a white snow field and a white iceberg in our imagination. Further north, on the white horizon, you can't tell which is the sky, which is the ground, which is the ice and which is the snow, just a hazy gray. Shouldn't the hazy gray dusk degenerate from here?

However, it degenerated, but it spread. Overflow the plains and grasslands, leaving shadows; Overflowing the forest, leaving a gloomy darkness, overflowing the stream, blending the dark gray twilight with the sound of water, and the water surface faintly shines in silence; Overflow the top of the mountain, leaving them the light of the stars and the light of the moon; Through the village, I left the boundless twilight smoke ... I tore a piece from every corner and caught a spider web. Later, I crossed the lonely desert and came to our country. I can imagine: if I stand in the desert and face the dusk, I can definitely see the dusk coming from the distant horizon, like-like what? It should be like gray fog, right? Or like a spreading cloud? Ran away, still only left a shadow, ran away, came to our country, with white smoke in the distance, with a faint golden color on the treetops. With the sun color on the crow's back at dusk, it falls on people's minds and is rejected by people.

However, outside the door, whether people care or not, it arranges a dreamy and poetic fairy tale world for them in a lonely and cold way. It is hazy and dim, just like a shadow reflected in a mirror, and it paints everything with a silver-gray dreamy color. Cream air condenses like real milk, but it looks soft and thick when flowing. It brings silence. Listen: everything is quiet, like a midnight with heavy snow. But dead? But no, a little more silence than now will turn into a grave. It seems that there is not much at all, not little at all. The beautiful and comfortable tranquility is soft and thick on people's hearts, and the gray sky is like a thin curtain. Trees, houses, smoke lines, clouds, all like silhouettes, quietly stick to this scene. Here, there, dotted with the purple light of the sunset glow and the cold light of the little star. Dusk is really like a poem, a song and a fairy tale. Like the melodious flute from the Moon Tower, bright cranes are ringing in the sky; Like Shao wine aged for decades; I like everything that is too beautiful to say. Can't say, can only see; Don't see enough, you can only understand; I can only admire and don't understand. -But it was finally rejected.

Shut people out. Did I say that? I have to be careful, because the so-called people are not all people, and they will never be all people. When I was a child, I often stayed in the courtyard and waited for dusk. I'm not saying this to show that I am better than others. The meaning is simple: if others don't go, or don't want to go, go. I (and others, of course) often do this at the right time. Often in summer, I sit on a short stool and watch the corner get dark, and the surrounding white walls are covered with a faint shadow. In the darkness, the fragrance of cordate telosma seeped into my heart in waves. Bats fly in the sky. The cobwebs on the eaves reflect the gray sky, and in the hazy, you can also count the lines on the internet and the bodies of mosquitoes and flies stuck to it. Suddenly, inadvertently looked up again, and the shiny little star was embedded in the dark gray sky. In winter, the patio is covered with snow. I curled up in the room. When I saw the white window paper gradually turning gray, the flame in the stove that I couldn't see the color gradually turned red and lit up during the day. I will also know that it is dusk. I looked out through the gap in the baffle: the gray sky, the gray roof covered with snow. The half-curved bleak cool moon is printed in the sky. Although a little bleak, it still can't hide the beauty of dusk. At this time, even people who often sit in the patio waiting for it to come have to curl up in the room. There is only gray snow outside the deserted door. Who is this hazy world made for? Don't you feel lonely at dusk?

But loneliness won't last long. We still have to leave at dusk. Li Shangyin said in his poem: "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night." Isn't the poet lamenting that dusk can't stay long? I really can't stay long. In a blink of an eye, this dusk is like a light dream, which only sweeps in people's hearts, leaving a dark night and leaving with its loneliness.

Gone, really gone. Now let me ask: Where did dusk go? I know this better than where it comes from. I can't catch the tail of dusk and ask what it is. However, it is speculated that northerners should go to the south. Who said it wasn't going south? I saw the development of things. -Over the South Wall; Over the hills and forests in the south; In the beautiful south of China. All the way to Africa. Africa has steep mountains; There is a deep and dark forest on the ridge. Think further, there are tigers in the Woods. Tiger? As dusk approaches, it's time to light up your light green eyes that only show during the day. Is it like two lights? There should also be wild weeds in the forest, which are higher than people. There are lions, big mosquitoes, Okumo and bats in the grass, which are bigger than ordinary bats. The afterglow of the sunset leaked from the thin leaves through the cobwebs on the branches, and the bright golden light shone on the whole forest in reddish brown, which combined with the poisonous gas spit out by poisonous snakes under the grass and became colorful fog. There should be fireflies. It's flashing now. There should be flowers, but it doesn't seem to be cordate telosma or cordate telosma. What is this? They are all evil poisonous flowers. In poisonous gas, shouldn't we just bloom evil flowers? The fragrance of this flower slowly melts into the brown-red air and into the gorgeous color fog. Stir into balls and roll into warm air. However, the hot air was quickly dissolved by the dark night. Only the flashing fireflies are left, and now they are getting brighter. Tiger's eyes are more like two lamps, silently staring at the stars that have just appeared in the dark gray sky.

However, here, dusk is still going. Where did you go again? But no one really knows. -climb into the dark sky with the faint white and sparse light of Leng Yue? Climb the Tianhe River with the twinkling stars? Did you press the bat's wings and get into the eaves? Is it dissolved behind the distant mountains with the aura of the west? Who can know this clearly? We only know that it is gone, with its loneliness and beauty, like a trace of sadness, like a light dream on a spring night.

It's gone. -Now, now what can I ask? Waiting for tomorrow? Tomorrow comes, tomorrow, tomorrow. When people see white smoke in the distance, the treetops are lightly painted with a layer of golden yellow, and flocks of crows fly back with the sun in the twilight, as if something is pressing on their hearts, longing for the arrival of their dreams. Close the door. It was dusk outside, and when they looked for it again, it was gone. Running from the Arctic Ocean, passing by, went to the African forest. Where to? Who knows? However, the night has come: a long night, a night with stars and moonlight shining, a night with fragrance … just a night, a long night, a night that will never end. What about dusk? -dusk never exists in people's hearts. Only one prey, gone, like a light dream on a spring night.

2. Four seasons rain

Liu Zhanqiu

I like rain, no matter what season it is, I like it. The image and memory she gave me will always be beautiful.

In spring, the leaves of Huang Qing began to shine, and the buds swayed gently in the wind, as if covered with a layer of winter yellow clothes. But as long as it is baptized by a spring rain, that kind of gloom and expression is unimaginable. Every tree seems to have opened its particularly bright eyes. The arm of the branch suddenly became soft, and the budding leaves simply fluctuated with a layer of green waves. The drops of water on the bud are more charming than the tears of a girl. There always seems to be a transparent silk curtain hanging in mid-air, which affects the color prism of the sun. At this time, the whole earth is beautiful. The grass turns like a resurrected earthworm, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing becomes carefree, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain has completely driven away winter and changed the world.

In summer, it is even more unique. Xia Yu also has a summer character, warm and rough. There are several dark clouds floating in the sky, and sometimes it thunders without warning. When you haven't had time to think, the raindrops as big as beans come. But this time is not terrible, because your pores are so hot that you open your mouth and expect cool dew. Cutting your hat with an umbrella can certainly keep your body clean, but bathing is more delicious, but wet hair, forehead and eyelashes are dripping, blocking your eyes and itching your ears. At this time, you will like everything better. If we say that the spring rain has put on beautiful clothes for the earth, after several times of rain soaking in summer, the earth has shown all its temptations with a full attitude. Everything is open. Flowers are in full bloom, leaves are bulging with pulp, countless weeds are scrambling to grow, and the summer heat is absorbed by a green sponge. Lotus leaves covered the river, waiting for the rain, playing a symphony of summer rain with cicadas in the distance and frog drums nearby.

When the fields are covered with golden yellow and all kinds of fruits are shaking the clock stalls in Hourman, the rain seems as dignified and considerate as a married mother who gave birth to a child. At this time, it doesn't rain much. The fields are almost always golden sunshine. Perhaps people have forgotten the rain. Mature crops are waiting to be harvested, golden seeds need selenium to dry, and even red mountain fruits hope to be sweet in the end. Suddenly, one night, there was a sound on the window pane. It was rain, a quiet, nostalgic and emotional autumn rain! It was dark, but it was raining. The fields were quiet, but it rained cats and dogs. Suddenly, you will feel alienated. Perhaps, when people are tired for a spring and summer and the harvest has reached the gate, how much silence and meditation are needed! The rain is getting smaller and more affectionate. The sound of running water under the eaves and the splash on the window glass will accompany your night dreams. If you have that kind of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not make people feel bored. You will only feel higher and farther, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and after an autumn rain, you will definitely see a more beautiful and open land.

Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate the rain! But at this time, the rain has made up, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes and floats to the world. But in the south, rain still visits the earth occasionally, only becoming more stingy. It doesn't pour, it doesn't flow like silk, it doesn't drip, it shows a kind of nature and calm. Under the gray sky in winter, the rain becomes transparent and even dry, almost less colorful than in spring, summer and autumn. However, people nowadays are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter taste. When the rain falls overhead, it seems to have a special warmth, like the smell of flowers and leaves overflowing from the damp. That kind of cold is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind. Looking from a distance, the harvested fields become very bright, and bare branches and haystacks soaked by rain face the porcelain sky like clean woodcuts. The rape in the nearby pond was washed away by the winter rain and even forgot the severe winter. At night, the mercury suddenly came down, and at dawn, the window was knocked early. When I opened my eyes, the roofs, branches and streets were covered with soft snow quilts, and the light on the ground was brighter than the sky. The spirit of rain, the princess of rain, has brought unusual love to the cities and fields in the south of China, and it is the last gift for people in a year.

Ah, rain, the rain I love, you often flow in front of my eyes all year round, you bring vitality to my life, you bring moisture to my feelings, and you bring flow to my thoughts. Only in the rain can I really feel that the world is alive, with joy and tears. But in the arid cities in the north, how rare we meet! I only hope that more and more greens will invite you back to our lives.

Ah, it's always a beautiful and loving rain!

3. The first snow

Jun Qing

This is the first snow in Jiaodong Peninsula since winter.

It snows heavily. At first, it was accompanied by light rain, and soon I saw large snowflakes falling from the sky with dense clouds. The ground will turn white soon. In the winter mountain village, at night, everything is quiet, only snowflakes are falling, the dead branches of trees are bent by snow, and occasionally there is a creaking sound.

It snowed heavily all night. This morning, it cleared up and the sun came out. Push open the door and look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and it has become a world of powder and jade. The deciduous willow trees are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; And those pine trees and cypresses that are evergreen in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the branches shook gently, beautiful silver bars and snowballs fell secretly, and jade-like snowflakes fluttered with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and showing colorful rainbows.

The snow in the street is more than a foot deep, and people step on it, making a creaking sound under their feet. Groups of children made snowmen and threw snowballs in the snow, and the cheerful shouts shook the snow off the branches.

As the saying goes, "Xue Rui is a good omen". This sentence has sufficient scientific basis and is not a superstitious idiom. Heavy snow in winter can freeze some overwintering pests to death; Melted water penetrates into the depth of soil/soil layer, which can also supply the needs of crop growth. I believe that this timely heavy snow will definitely promote the bumper harvest of crops, especially wheat, next spring. The experienced farmer compared snow to "a wheat quilt". The thicker the "quilt" is covered in winter, the better the wheat will grow in the spring next year, so there is another proverb: "Wheat covers three quilts in winter and sleeps with steamed bread in the next year."

I think this is why people call timely heavy snow "Xue Rui".