Shortly after the surprise of the essay 1, several spring thunder arrived as scheduled, awakening some sleepy spring. After the drizzle, spring becomes thicker and deeper: trees are greener and brighter, flowers are brighter, and the spring breeze is getting warmer and warmer. Thunder is like an alarm clock set by hibernating insects, which rumbles and wakes up dormant insects, as well as sleeping memories.
There is a saying in folk proverbs that "hold silkworm eggs in February", which means that silkworm eggs can be ready to hatch when they wake up, while in the spring breeze, silkworm eggs just hatch when the leaves are green and gradually darken. As far as I can remember, every year after the fright, the children in the village always get some silkworm eggs-a piece of paper full of silkworm eggs, and then carefully tear them into pieces, put them in an iron box the size of a palm, and then wrap them in cotton cloth. Conceptually, it is necessary to raise the temperature of hatching silkworm eggs-just like hens need to keep warm when hatching chicks. The most surprising thing is that the silkworm came out one morning after being awakened by an adult.
So without clothes on, he hurried out of bed to watch. But when it approached the iron box, it became cautious again. Gently pick up the tin box and slowly open the lid. I saw a little thing as small as a needle tip and as black as an ant crawling in the box. At that moment, I was full of excitement but held my breath for fear that heavy breathing would blow these little things away. The expression on his face and the quiet atmosphere may be much more sacred than when he worshipped gods and ancestors. Adults have already got elm leaves and scattered them in iron boxes, just watching them eat with relish.
Yes, not all silkworms fed mulberry leaves at that time. In the village, only one family has a mulberry tree, which is difficult to climb and pick. Even so, the composition of silkworms has never been a problem. The leaves of Ulmus pumila can be picked everywhere, and alfalfa buds scattered all over the ground can also be picked. Therefore, in the sericulture season, we often see children knocking down an elm tree and picking fresh leaves. We can also see two or three children squatting in the alfalfa field after school to pick alfalfa buds. They choose carefully, and their expressions and patience are like the most qualified workers.
Right? Just as adults do their best to take care of agriculture, children do their best to take care of silkworms.
Get up in the morning, wash in a hurry, have no time to eat, and then start cleaning up silkworm excrement and residual leaves and picking new leaves to feed silkworms. At the dinner table, I will watch silkworms chew leaves and rice with relish. Even sometimes I forget to read books because of sericulture, but compared with the fun of catching crickets and beating grasshoppers, my parents have never really been annoyed with sericulture. At most, they laugh and scold a few words. Before going to bed at night, you must add some new leaves to avoid starving silkworms. During sericulture, serving silkworms has almost become the first thing to wake up in the morning and the last thing before going to bed at night.
During the break, when the teacher was writing on the blackboard, he secretly took out the iron box hidden in his schoolbag, gently opened it and quietly took a look at the silkworm. This situation is like a mother who misses her child, so she has to pay attention to it all the time. When the silkworm is big, the tin box will take a back seat and be handed over to the pencil case. Although it can be put on the desk fair and square at this time, when Mr. Ma slipped, one day, he was finally "caught by both men and silkworms" and "dropped a box". As a result, I was worried and anxious, and I was no longer in the mood to listen. After school, I hesitated for a while, and then went to ask the teacher for it. What is reassuring is that the teacher not only didn't throw away silkworms, but also added elm leaves. Because of this, I have become more respectful to my teacher.
Little friends often get together and take out their silkworms, show each other and judge each other. Of course, you can exchange your two small silkworms for a big one, and you may even get one or two if you have a good relationship. Unconsciously, because of the silkworm bond, the seeds of friendship bloom in a small heart and brew sweet nectar.
At that time, the rural material was not rich, and few children could have decent toys. Silkworm rearing has undoubtedly greatly enriched their childhood life. Besides, if we can get anything from sericulture, it must be transformation and growth. Silkworms molt, pupate and turn into moths all their lives. This is a metamorphosis for silkworms, but for children, it should be a growth, a sublimation from rudeness to delicacy, and a purification from stubbornness to gentleness. Silkworm can make the urchin who has chased dogs, birds, chickens and frogs become cautious, gentle and delicate, and become full of love and kindness.
Even today, when I think of it, greetings and inspiration from one life to another can't be replaced by cold and hard industrial toys, because it allows you to knock on the door of heaven and bathe in the light of God.
The night before yesterday, the sky became darker and darker. The strong wind blew off the red leaves of Cinnamomum camphora on the tree, rolled up the residual flowers that fell to the ground and blew into the middle of the road like a whirlwind. The tiny dead branches on the roadside trees can't stand tossing and falling clearly. The passion fruit vine clinging to the branch was torn off, and the branch attached to it also tore a hole in the road ... The insect dormant under the fallen leaves lost its position instantly.
When it was dark, a spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. Sound waves scared away the laziness of the little guys who lived in the cave for a winter. The mouth of the cave and the wind bring the breath of spring.
When the sky is completely dark, heavy raindrops return to the ground with the dust haze gathered in the clouds in winter, and the grass buds shrinking in the arms of Mother Earth due to dryness are awakened, desperately looking for milk to feed life.
The telephone rang, and several children who graduated last year said that they would come home to play, which shocked my long-sleeping memory. In six years, I watched them grow from 120 cm to 160 cm or even 180 cm, and drowned me among them, from 25 kg to 50kg. From learning to hold a pen to winning a calligraphy contest, from being difficult to say complete sentences to winning a provincial speech contest, record your own recitation and give it to me ... I haven't seen you for more than 240 days. Should I grow taller?
Knocking at the door broke my mind. I opened the door, but no one was inside. I heard footsteps around the corner and five or six tall figures jumped out. "He Laoshi is good!" The vigorous male voice and the female voice mixed with laughter crashed into the eardrum-still so naughty! Wet hair clings to the forehead.
Five or six children come from three different middle schools. As soon as they sat down, they began to talk about their present schools, classes, teachers and classmates. Children who almost never take the initiative to answer questions in their memory also talk endlessly. When they were tired of chatting, they began to gossip and spit on their classmates. The tone is almost "teacher, do you know?" . 。” "Teacher, let me tell you ..." They seemed to talk endlessly.
/kloc-0: 30, several children received several calls from their parents, urging them to go home, and then got up and left, but laughter echoed in the corner of the room and in my heart.
During the holiday, I received three or four groups of children, and every time I was infected by their laughter, many fragmentary memories that had been dusty for a long time were awakened again and again, leaving a mellow fragrance.
After seeing the children off, I turned around and saw the calendar, and the fear was approaching.
No wonder Mencius said, "A gentleman has three pleasures, but a king does not exist." ... those who are talented in the world can be educated and have three pleasures. "
The beautiful prose of "Cry 3" always comes quietly. Before I was frightened, there was a strong cold in the air. With the rain, I never left. After being shocked, she saw the bright sunshine in the morning. She walked lightly, shaking the cold and stepping on the recycled paper money on the ground.
The sleeping earth slowly began to wake up, and everything began to sprout in the rain, dew and sunshine. Look at the calendar in front of your desk, open every page, and the dates of the 24 solar terms are marked in red. Feel this moment carefully, and you will be deeply impressed by the long-term accumulated experience and wisdom of the ancient working people. However, maybe you will find that the cold and warm air meet at this time, and it is a little cold at both ends, and the sunshine at noon will be very warm. At this time, the working people began to choose good seeds. After the vernal equinox, they sprinkled hard work and planted hope. Every seed is an expectation of receiving goods, and receiving goods in the next season is happy.
In the spring sky, the soft wind is blowing, the clear white clouds are flowing in the air, the sky is blue, and kites fly slowly to the sky in different shapes. Of course, at this time, you may want to take your lover and children to watch the annual Langfang Kite Festival and visit the wonderful competitions of a large number of kite lovers.
In spring, the mountains wake up in silence and deep sleep, the gray clothes slowly retreat and put on the green windbreaker, and the flowers will compete to integrate into the Spring Festival. At this time, walking in the mountains, green is elegant and green. There are birds shuttling through the forest, and our laughter echoes the sound of birds shuttling through the forest.
When spring comes to the river, the river becomes clearer and clearer, the breeze blows, the clear waves ripple, and it turns green in the mountains. She quietly and tirelessly moistens the earth and flows eastward. At this time, when the heart is silent and there is only the sound of water, will you think that she is a mother's love, silent and selfless, no matter how the years pass, no matter how old you are, her love never stops?
After the shock, the pace of spring is faster. Spring here is full of unrestrained colors. In spring, some people spread the hope of a year, some people write a new chapter, and some people imagine the future. When the dry grass turns green from the roots, green is always the beginning of hope, and the memory of spring will begin to date us.
Beautiful prose of fright (4) Spring thunder is a masterpiece, and everything grows, expressing the connotation of fright.
Spring thunder, the horn of spring, blew all over the earth, tearing the silence of the earth, and the dormant animals poked their heads to test whether the spring friendship was firm at the threshold.
Peach blossoms bloom, and the loess is high and red. Peach blossom is picturesque, like an affectionate hand, touching the valley. Birds in the valley caressed the countryside clearly, butterflies wandered and caressed the girl's heart, and the throbbing heartstrings played a song that was no longer far away.
If you strike, I will appear, and the apricot tree will not be outdone. Apricot trees all over the mountains are in full bloom and waving flags and shouting. The scene of spring is more lively. Bees are picking flowers and making honey, which will lead to a sweet life.
The grass is near but not seen, sometimes not seen, vaguely, like a group of naughty children, afraid to see people, which is the most beautiful portrayal of the grass on the loess slope.
In the south, it is already a beautiful scene of spring, with wild flowers everywhere. Small villages are dotted with small flowers, such as small jasper, which are beautiful without losing charm, while wild roses in front of farmers are rich and gorgeous, graceful and graceful, like a good family, gorgeous but not enchanting, graceful but not delicate.
Birds are singing together, which is very lively. If a few orioles sing among the green willows, the beauty in the south of the Yangtze River is more vivid, just like the finishing touch, which makes an article have a soul.
North and south of the great river, inside and outside the Great Wall, colorful paper kites. Flying in the sky, high and low, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, will paint children's spring memories more colorful.
The earth-shattering pioneering work "Jing Zhe" completely drove away the cold winter and opened the door to spring. All life is full of energy, dreams and struggles.
Five or six children come from three incompatible middle schools. As soon as they sat down, they began to talk about their classes, teachers and classmates. Children who almost never take the initiative to answer questions in their memories began to roll around, tired of talking, and began to gossip and spit out their classmates. The tone is almost "You know what, sir?" "Let me tell you, sir ..." They seemed unable to finish it.
The night before yesterday, the sky became darker and darker. The wind blew off the red leaves of Cinnamomum camphora on the tree, rolled up the residual flowers that fell to the ground and blew into the middle of the road like a whirlwind. The tiny dead branches on the roadside trees can't stand tossing and falling clearly. The vines that climbed up the branches were pulled out together with the branches attached to them ... The insects hibernating under the fallen leaves stopped and landed on their feet.
When it was dark, a spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. Sound waves scared away the laziness of the little guys who lived in the cave for a winter. The mouth of the cave and the wind bring the breath of spring.
During the holiday, I received three or four groups of children, and every time I was infected by their laughter, many fragmentary memories that had already been dusty were awakened again and again, and a mellow and strong nasal smell floated out.
When it was completely dark that day, raindrops returned to the ground with dust and smog gathered in the clouds all winter, and the grass buds dormant in the arms of Mother Earth were awakened, desperately looking for milk to feed life.
A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought. I opened the door, but there was no one inside. I heard footsteps around the corner and five or six tall figures jumped out. "Hello, Mr. He!" Simple and honest male and female voices mixed with laughter crashed into the eardrum-still so slick! Wet hair clings to the forehead.
10: 30, several children received several calls from their parents urging them to go home, and then they separated, but laughter echoed in the corner of the room and in my heart.
When the telephone tried to ring, several children who left school last year said they would go home to play, which caused a sensation in my memory of hibernating for a long time. In six years, I watched them grow from120cm to160cm or even180cm, and swallowed me up among them, from 25kg to 50kg. From learning to hold a pencil to winning a calligraphy contest, from it is difficult to say a complete sentence to winning a provincial speech contest, I recorded my recitation and gave it to me ... I haven't seen you for more than 240 days. Isn't it taller?
After seeing the children off, I turned around and saw the calendar, and my fear was near.
No wonder Mencius said, "A righteous man has three pleasures, but Wang Shijie has nothing to do with it." ... to be taught by talented people in the world, and to have three pleasures. "
The day before the earthquake, in the afternoon, a string of muffled thunder sounded on the horizon, surrounded by clouds, the sun disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and it rained slowly and densely. It was sunny yesterday, like a lifetime ago. When I went downstairs in the morning, the tree in front of the window only had young leaves on some sunny branches, and the whole tree was still very old. Today is the big day it looks forward to. All the energy and longing of savings are waiting for this spring thunder and this spring rain to start the story of this year.
A few days ago, I stayed in the country for one night. I get up in the morning and go for a walk in the field. The land has not fully awakened and the weeds have not dispersed, one in the east and the other in the west. Plum blossoms are in full bloom, as white as fog. Plum blossoms fell and turned into small plums. The wind in Meng Chun is still a little cold in the morning, but the air is wet and smells of grass. On the hillside in the distance, there is an oriole calling. White clouds, like ribbons, wound around distant mountains and refused to leave for a long time. I don't know whose chicken escaped the killing at the end of the year, but it has been walking comfortably in the fields in twos and threes.
The firecrackers in front of the ancestral temple in the countryside have not been swept away. They can't wait to finish the Lantern Festival and watch the gongs, drums and songs that greet the gods. The children working in the city have dragged their suitcases to the entrance of the village, waiting for the bus to return to the city, and are anxious to return to the city. The trunk is full, and my mother's sleeves and apron can't be undone. She tried to stuff something into the trunk, but some people laughed at her as if she were running away or starving. There is nothing in the city. Alas, the root of this colorful world is actually here. But we turn a blind eye. We abandon our shoes and rush to the front without hesitation, to seemingly infinite possibilities and temptations, and to the duckweed-like world of mortals. Let parents and hometown be at a loss.
Stunned, desire and spring are ready to act, in temples and in the countryside. Whether it is a world event or a snail horn dispute, it looks great. Perhaps, this is a storm or an opportunity, this is just a heart-warming move. You can say that this countryman has never seen the world. But the country people have seen the world for generations, and they have seen through it from the surface to the inside.
Stinging, hinting, planning, encouraging, encouraging and expecting. Success and victory are just around the corner. You should dare to think and act, and become idle, passionate and ambitious. My heart itches, my eyes shine and my voice is loud. Everyone is thinking, rubbing their hands, and can't wait to grab the card in God's hand and see if it is the one they want. Spring thunder bursts like drums, urging you to get faster and faster.
But ah, the cuckoo calls again and again; However, the water in the rice fields is rising inch by inch. The seedlings are green, the egrets are flying, the spring rain is falling, and the hemp fiber is wearing a hat. This is the initial heart of the shock. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. This is heaven and earth, this is constancy, this is certainty, and this is disturbance. What did Dili do for me? This is the foundation of all peace and stability.
As for the seeds of desire, what will grow in that flashy world? This is something that we country people can't say, so we'd better not say it. If you are interested, you can look through that pile of old paper. There is such a story above, and you will understand it after reading it.
I also know that this is too conservative. Then there should always be hope. After all, it's spring. You must allow people to have expectations. ...
People are excited and full of thoughts. Listening to thunder in a quiet place is a wake-up call.
Tomorrow is the surprise of the twenty-four solar terms, the third solar term in spring. This morning, the sky seemed to crack. The spring rain is rushing and flying freely. This is the second rain after the Spring Festival.
Good rain knows the season, and this timely rain expresses the imagination that winter will go and spring will come. It is a prelude to the revival of all things in solar terms, and it is also the most expensive seasoning to moisten spring ploughing.
Tripterygium wilfordii raised his long eyebrows, sipped his wide mouth, and his throat was a little stuffy. This dry cough is a signal from Raytheon, and it is a timed alarm clock for 24 solar terms. He reminded snakes and insects that had been dormant for a winter that it was time to wake up from the warm hibernation.
Frightened solar terms are suddenly cold and warm, spring thunder rings and everything grows. "When peaches begin to blossom; Second, wait for Cang Gengming; The third waiting eagle turned into a pigeon. "Entering mid-spring, just as the north is still a winter scene wrapped in snow, cold and silver makeup. "Lianyungang is already another warm sunny day in September.
Peach blossoms gradually spit out shy stamens in the warm sunshine. Pear blossoms slowly bloom with elegance and beauty in the spring season. The orioles on the branches are singing songs praising spring, and the swallows are dancing under the warm eaves.
I was born in the cold winter of October, and every winter I do nothing like a bug, hiding in the warm bed in winter and unwilling to go out. It's just a lazy dragon that doesn't wake up in hibernation. Hey! Can you blame me? I am a dragon born in winter! God bless!
I really like this way of life, just like insects sleep in isolated winter. There is no complicated and changeable interpersonal relationship, no disturbing parents, and no noise that stirs the soul. Focus on your own world, like heartless happiness, unrestrained freedom, simple happiness. Be a completely honest, passionate and free, kind and sincere, caring for others and contented person.
Once upon a time, I met many insignificant friendships. Care about them like sisters and love them like intimate friends who talk about everything. Wherever we go, we walk hand in hand, and every meal is inseparable. Too much true feelings and energy. Even if they are wrong, they are never at ease. Allow them to have shortcomings and shortcomings, little jealousy and chicken intestines. I will solve it with kindness and sincerity, and tolerate it with a broad mind.
As a result, all they paid was a false friendship. It's all kinds of friends who value sex over friends. It's betrayal to find bones in the eggs and scrape oil behind their backs. Finally, I had to give up the things I loved and let them pass by one by one. After learning from one's mistakes, you will not treat friendship well from now on.
People say nerd, nerd. Do people who like reading and writing all have my mentality and foolishly imagine others as themselves? Is this how the "nerd" got it?
Spring thunder stung me. When I was awakened by thunder, I ushered in a new spring. Go into nature and enjoy the four seasons of sunshine, rain and dew.
The operation of the four seasons is harmonious, and human beings, as the soul of all things, should also conform to the weather, geographical location and human harmony, so that everything can get twice the result with half the effort. Although we can't punish evil, we should naturally move towards good along the clockwise track.
In winter, animals hide in the soil and don't eat or drink. This is the so-called "fright". In Lei Zhen, hibernating animals gradually wake up, get out of the soil, and start to breathe the spring air, so as to be frightened.
There are also three stages of fright: one is when the peach begins to blossom; Second, wait for Cang Gengming; Three waiting eagles turned into pigeons. Cang Geng is an oriole.
At this time, it has entered mid-spring, and the earth is recovering. Red peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, orioles singing on green willows, swallows flying around, holding grass to build nests, and exchanging hard work and love for vitality.
All this, should we thank the frequent thunder?
So do we. Everyone should have a lazy heart! Can you let me sleep until dark? Can we not go to school or work? Can we just eat, sleep and eat in life? Can everyone give me a dollar to make me rich? I don't have the heart to get rich, I just want to be lazy to death.
In reality, it is naturally impossible, so you can only lie to yourself with your eyes closed.
But there is always a voice that wakes us up from such a dream, whether we are willing to open our eyes in such a voice or not. Maybe it's our parents, or a teacher who is not angry and arrogant, or an alarm clock set before going to bed. No matter what kind, whether active or passive, whether flattered or unhappy, we always have to dress neatly and stand straight for the next second.
Wow, you can't hibernate or nap! Let the wake-up gas flood a little more. No matter how sunny it is outside, I don't want to talk. I just want to be so willful.
I don't know if this is my illusion or because I love my dog, but I always feel that the real arrival of spring actually lies after the thunder.
Thunder can neither be early nor late, just like a punctual train, roaring from the south; And those who get off the bus are the intermittent spring rain.
Rain seems to be a wanderer living in a foreign country. After a long wait, he finally returned to his hometown after a long separation. His eyes were shining and he jumped around in ecstasy, rushing down the clouds and looking for a happy destination. Then, on the window sill of every household, there was a cheerful and enthusiastic tapping sound; As a result, the country that slept all winter completely lost sleep tonight.
I was awakened by thunderous spring thunder in my sleep. -the thunder, bright and bright, excited and high; Reina knows the mood and season of farmers best. He always comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. He just rings the doorbell three or five times boldly and then suddenly stops. The spring rain it brings is also sudden and short-lived, and it suddenly stops when it falls to half-lodging, without the moody summer rain and the lingering autumn rain.
With the thunder, I stretched and yawned. The bloated winter clothes are no longer worn, and the leather warm shoes are put in the cupboard, which makes the body relaxed a lot and makes the spirit glow immediately. At the same time, I suddenly have a strong impulse in my heart: go for an outing!
In the field, except for green wheat seedlings, green has not yet become the master of the earth. However, the warm sunshine makes me feel many fresh feelings. First of all, I feel that the air is much fresher and warmer than yesterday. There is also a strong atmosphere, like smoke and fog. In exquisiteness and elegance, it seems that I want to gently wipe my face or comb my makeup for the newly awakened village.
Pushing Chai Men away, the original bare branches were covered with a layer of furry new green overnight; On both sides of ditches and roads, grass rushes out of the ground, and contiguous cyan is as eye-catching as newspaper headlines; Of course, there are also crowing works here, that is, the crowing of birds on branches, the crowing of roosters in villages, and the crowing of yellow dogs around. ...
In particular, the rape flowers in that field have all the buds and buds. Playing with their graceful posture and holding apricot flags, they staggered on the hillside and the river bank and asked the passing breeze from time to time, "Have you seen spring?" Where is spring? " In fact, they don't know that they are in that lovely spring!
Some people say that the shock is not just because of thunder. Indeed, thunder sounded and there were insects that had been dormant for a cold winter. Earthworms moving through the soil, frogs chirping by the pond and squirrels foraging in the Woods are full of vitality, which makes the layout of this newspaper vivid in spring. No wonder writer Andrew West lamented: "Speaking of being shocked, spring has finally settled down."
Because of the distance, I suddenly feel that my feet have been implanted in the depths of the earth and have grown thick roots. -with the shocking friendly reminder and the moist spring rain, I think I will grow into a towering tree one day!
Sting 10 sting means hiding. As soon as the sting arrived, the weather turned warmer, and the spring thunder suddenly moved, awakening the animals that were dormant and hibernating in the soil and completely tearing the veil of spring.
I like shock, starting with pear soup.
When I was a child, every time I was shocked, my mother would make Fritillaria and Sydney soup. According to my mother, in the season of fright, the climate is warm and cold at first, and it is relatively dry, which easily makes people thirsty and cough due to exogenous factors. Pear is cold and sweet, and has the effects of moistening lung, relieving cough, nourishing yin and clearing heat. In addition, in order to make us less sick and grow up healthily, eating pear soup can keep the disease away from the body.
When mother made pear soup, she peeled and peeled Sydney, cut it into small pieces, put it in a pot, then added a proper amount of water, crystal sugar and honey, and stirred it evenly. Finally, she added a few Fritillaria Fritillariae Cirrhosae and boiled it slowly with slow fire. Mother stirred with a long-handled spoon from time to time to prevent sugar from sticking to the pot and making the soup paste. At this time, the thick fragrance wafted away and lingered between my nose, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of pear soup.
Mother brought out the cooked pear soup, which was thick, greasy and bright. Between the low eyebrows, the rich and distant fragrance will come to my face, refreshing, and the temptation is really unspeakable. Mother's Chuanbei Sydney soup is delicious, spicy but not spicy. Scoop a spoonful with a white porcelain spoon and slowly put it in your mouth. Soft pear soup will slide into your throat softly and delicately without touching your teeth, and the purity and bitterness of Fritillaria cirrhosa are also covered by crystal sugar honey. Drink slowly, the taste is delicate, gentle and affectionate, and maternal love is strong. The whole family will enjoy such delicious food in spring. Having such good food to eat is really a solar term that makes people feel warm when they think about it.
For me, Cry is not only a season fragment, but also a picture of maternal love. The warm pear soup will remain in my memory forever.