Xia Jing
? Hearing cicadas, the sleeping summer will begin to wake up. Magnolia, hibiscus and jasmine are all in full bloom and very lively. It was not until everything was jubilant that Gardenia opened its eyes and fainted the beauty and fragrance that gave birth to a winter. Although it is silent, I can always smell the delicious but not greasy smell from a distance. Follow the fragrance, you will find the quiet whiteness hidden among the green leaves, and you will feel that this purity can best match the refreshing floral fragrance!
I am not good at exploring since I was a child, so I can inadvertently observe the unique scenery from summer solstice, but because of my grandmother, I can smell the fragrance of gardenia most of the summer. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are always wrapped in the box of time, always at a casual corner. I can't open the box, and naturally I don't know how to tell. So as long as one day, my grandmother pinned the flower buds of gardenia to her chest, I knew it was the summer solstice. Grandma came with Xia's password, opened the box that I couldn't identify, and the fragrance wafted away. Except for the only bud, she brought back a large group of gardenias that were in full bloom. Every flower is carefully selected by her, so every flower is perfect. Even a naughty child like me will carefully protect these bunches of flowers and put them in clear water, and then wait until every corner of the house is covered with clusters of small gardenias, and every corner is filled with the fragrance of gardenias, before letting go and enjoying the summer in the fragrance of flowers and grandma's gentle eyes.
I have seen thousands of gardenias, but I like the one pinned on my grandmother's chest best. It is in bud and has a hidden charm. I tried to take it off for myself, but she just looked at me kindly and put it in my palm with a smile. I don't know why, but this idea is gone. I just think that with grandma's smile, the flawless bud is more beautiful and will be eclipsed in my palm. Perhaps it is because of this warmth and mystery that I love the gardenia bud belonging to the summer solstice more and more, and I love the person who blows the summer breath.
I will never ask my grandmother how she knew the password this summer, and naturally she will never tell me what I don't know. With this kind of tacit understanding of flesh and blood, grandma kept the password and guarded us for more than ten summers.
The autumnal equinox came, and summer covered the box of time with dust and disappeared, just like the nose lost its spirit and could not smell anything. Gardenia also withered, the original white flowers withered into petals, shattered the ground, leaving only the old green leaves to welcome the birth of the next summer solstice. However, the flowers thanked people and waited less than a year. My grandmother closed her eyes forever in the spring without gardenia.
Never see that only bud again, never see that gentle smile again. As if in the blink of an eye, what is white and what is fragrant are all scattered in the wind of memory. Grandma left and buried Xia's password together in the soil. When the autumn leaves fell, I realized that the summer without grandma had never come or left. The sadness that I can't catch is the gardenia that I have been looking for all summer but can't see. It is hidden in a corner of my heart, involving my heart and making me feel pain.
One summer, I suddenly found that the gardenia was still in full bloom, and everything seemed to have returned to the original point and started a new life. But I can't smell the fragrance of gardenia any more, just occasionally wandering among the flowers, missing the password that was once in my eternal summer, just wondering whether the password was opened by a flower as amiable as a person or by a person as warm as a flower.
Travel notes of jingshan mountain
Yesterday, I finally came to the dreamy Jingshan and finally overlooked the once romantic Forbidden City. Jingshan Mountain is not high, but it is steep. Besides, it is difficult for me to climb the mountain with sandbags on my back. It took a lot of effort to climb Jingshan and step on the commanding heights of Wanchunge.
The noon sun is the most poisonous time. Looking from Wanchunge to the direction of the Forbidden City, hundreds of halls set each other off, thousands of huts were arranged in sequence, and thousands of tourists were bustling. A sparkling Tongzi River surrounds the former imperial palace, and the temples with red lacquer and golden tiles are displayed in front of my eyes. Magnificent buildings stand tall on the land of the old country, as if exquisite works of art were displayed in front of my eyes. Around the Imperial City, there are wide and smooth roads, rows of uniform street trees, and even endless cars, all of which exude vigor, gas field, majestic gas, vigorous gas and royal gas. I seem to see the quiet and prosperous Forbidden City hundreds of years ago, and I seem to hear the distance? Viva viva viva viva? The mountain cried like a tsunami. I seem to smell a faint smell of nanmu. Oh, no! They are not scenery, but history, living history, indelible history! They seem to be telling glory and gloom. The courtesy and plunder they received, their honor and disgrace, their joys and sorrows, their smiles and tears. They flow in my heart like rivers, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; They resounded in my mind like sonatas, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes sad; They are wrapped around my heart like smoke, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, sometimes small, sometimes wide. Every building is a period of history; Every period of history can trigger our feelings; Every emotional trigger can stir up waves in our hearts and inspire us to work hard! At this time, there was a noise in the distance. So it's a group of people wearing it? Travel agency? Tourists in red hats boarded the pavilion and were crowded and helped each other. Not far away, several blond Englishmen with London accent shouted: EXCELLENTf was originally written by some foreigners sitting in the shop wearing sunglasses. Aboveboard? The dragon chair, wearing the emperor's robe, is taking pictures quickly. Sometimes they are taken alone, sometimes in pairs, and finally, the princess? 、? Baylor? 、? Emperor? Stand together, gaudy, laughing. I laughed at the pedantry of these foreigners, but suddenly I noticed a jade finger in a foreigner's hand, thinking of the lost dynasty and the history of rolling smoke and annihilation. It's like going back more than a hundred years. At that time, there were also several blond Russians sitting in the emperor's dragon chair and taking pictures in dragon robes. The location is not this small tourist attraction, but the Hall of Supreme Harmony. They are soldiers of the British and French allied forces. Once the Qing government was weak and unable to resist the invasion of foreign devils, Empress Dowager Cixi fled with the emperor. This made the resplendent Forbidden City burst into flames again and again.
Although history can take away the prosperity of a dynasty, it can't stop the pace of spring. There are beautiful winter jasmine flowers all over the mountains. Look, the wicker will relax and the poplar will sprout; Look, geese are flying north, and birds are talking about the beauty of spring. Now, the cold has passed, and spring is coming! This is a travel book with great depth.
Beautiful countryside
? Beautiful scenery, your name is pastoral! ? Facing the green fields in the form of country chess, I was deeply attracted by the fresh, natural and beautiful rural scenery. I hear it occasionally? Hey? The sound of labor and the simple smile on farmers' faces have become the most natural embellishment in this beautiful environment.
The rural scenery is infinitely beautiful, and she is decorated with thick green. A large field is planted with various plants. Looking around, the sky-blue pool is painted in a grid shape. The cement road running across the north and south is endless. After the tobacco was harvested, the cigarette sticks stood on the ground, leaving a spectacular scene like Gu Jian's tomb. The countryside can look far. Without the block of high-rise buildings, the road disappeared in the setting sun. Although there is no breeze here, it is full of charm; Although the sun is scorching, the enthusiasm is like fire. We are doing farm work, but we are comfortable. Occasionally, cattle breeders lead the tandem, and two cows, one big and one small, pass by. This is life without a sigh. The air in the country is neither earthy nor sweet, but it makes me feel comfortable to breathe. What surprises and envies us city people most is the starry sky at night, which is particularly beautiful. The stars I saw when I was a child seem to have come to this most natural and simple place. In the evening, we had a whim to go for a walk. It was dark all the way, only the dim light of the flashlight, but all kinds of insects buzzed all the way, setting off the tranquility of the countryside with the footsteps. Of course, mosquitoes follow along the way, and you can hear your companions' voices from time to time? Hey? The sound of kicking, but it is really funny and enjoyable.
These days in the countryside, living in farmers' homes, I feel the beauty of the countryside, but also deeply feel the enthusiasm and simplicity of farmers. Their kindness, simplicity and hospitality are from the heart, and the smile on their faces seems to have established spiritual communication. But what impressed me was that when considering the harvest, their faces were wrinkled and they smiled from time to time. It's really cute and respectable. We often go out to work at four o'clock in the afternoon, but when we arrive, they have almost finished their work. Their diligence and hard work are like sweat, and only they can feel it deeply. I am ashamed. The harder I work, the more enthusiastic they encourage me. I don't know how great they are and how hard they work. This beautiful mind is something I have experienced, but it is difficult to learn.
We sometimes go anywhere? Eat and drink? Because the countryside is basically closed during the day, when we arrive, the host will share his special dishes with us and even send us a can of dried plums. Such an open mind promotes communication between people, but it is difficult to know the upper and lower levels of the city. Their quality is the most beautiful, and their actions have proved this. They live a simple life. Usually they go in through the gate. It is an empty lobby with several chairs. Then there are only incense burners, clocks and pictures of Chairman Mao. Even the eating place is full of benches. Everything is simple anyway. City people pursue a simple life, but once they know it, they never practice it. Perhaps this is the beauty of rural people.
Through these days' rural experience activities, I have learned a lot, such as self-reliance, hard work, practical action and so on. We should all learn from the beauty of rural people, and this natural heart will bring us beauty and pleasure.
The scenery by the window
Before I moved to the bottom of the window, I didn't realize that classes could be so interesting.
Before changing seats, I sat in the fourth group in the middle. From our classroom? Feng shui? There is a residential building on the left and a canteen on the right, which is very bad. After the natural sunlight was blocked several times, there was not much left in our classroom. We can only have a normal class if the fluorescent lamp is on day and night. However, the school is very stingy and often does not supply electricity to the classroom. Our class can only treat sunny days as cloudy days and cloudy days as nights. Light not only affects the quality of class, but also affects the mood of class. At this time, if I don't go on a date with Duke Zhou, I will be a little short of breath, so I often sigh at my desk: sad! How can you spend a year in this lawless life? Oh!
After many twists and turns, I finally came to the window with my lovely desk full of tattoos. As a result, the whole table was lit up, and my mood was much brighter. The snow-white walls of residential buildings selflessly reflect light on my desktop, making people and scenes look brand-new. Since then, my mood has naturally improved a lot, and the Duke of Zhou has also left me.
Occasionally squander brain cells in the sea of questions. At the end of the war, I used to open the window, let the cool wind blow in, blow away my fatigue and tidy up my messy brain. Or boring in class, looking out of the window, although most of the view is occupied by the walls of residential buildings, you can still see it when you look up? At first sight? There is also the mountainous area. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the mountains are clear and the waters are beautiful. There are several quiet cabins between the green hills, which make people suddenly return to the natural atmosphere of the countryside from the bondage of red bricks, and their hearts are suddenly clean. Where there is room for the duke of Zhou to stand, there will be difficulty breathing!
This is a very boring class. It was dark, and even the teacher was sleepy. The window around me was opened by the naughty wind passing by, as if I was invited to witness the elegance outside the window, so I turned my head and looked out of the window. The opposite window is like a door to another world, but I can't cross the fence in front of me? I can't help it My physique can't reach the standard of climbing this fence, not to mention the teacher eyeing me on the three-foot platform. But I saw several Chinese cabbages planted outside the small balcony, which were planted by amiable and respectable neighbors who love labor and green. They are out of the nourishment of the earth, and the yellow and green leaves remind me of a lyric. Chinese cabbage, the field is yellow, three years old and two years old without a mother? I also think of classmates who are far away and close at hand. Most of them must have faded like this cabbage. After a while, a child with a toy pistol passed by. The crackling sound of toy guns in their hands attracted my attention, and their innocence was completely reflected in their proud and satisfied faces. Hehe, who was not like this when he was a child? I saw them coming to my window, pointing to the seniors sleeping behind me. They still saw the treasure and shouted excitedly, isn't that Hao Ge? ! Brother Hao! Brother Hao was finally awakened and looked around with confused and angry eyes. Which disturbs my sleep! ?
Outside the window, there is a vast sky for my imprisoned mind to fly.
Zhujing
The first time I met the bamboo forest, I was in a clear fog.
Great-grandfather's grave is in the deep mountains, and it takes a long mountain road to worship. In the early morning, it was foggy all over the sky, and the scenery a few meters away was very vague. It makes sense to choose this time to go out, because today I will go to several hills to worship my ancestors. I only remember that in the morning, my father walked behind with sacrifices, and I skipped in front, like a caged bird. I still seem to be humming, maybe.
The mountain road winds and stretches, and weeds grow to my chest. We crossed fields, bypassed streams, climbed steep slopes, climbed several hills, and finally came to a canyon. Father shouted softly:? Don't run too fast, there are bamboo forests ahead. ? I answered, but I kept running into the canyon. Father shook his head at the back and smiled slightly. He knows that I like bamboo very much.
Close the door, close the door. There was a rustling sound in the mountain wind, and I finally saw the bamboo forest around the corner. The green tide has taken root in my life since then and can never be erased.
The leaves above the bamboo forest jump and fall with the wind, making a chilling sound, just like a green torrent, all the leaves are heading in one direction. The slender and green leaves, like boats in the rapids, are advancing rapidly. Standing among thousands of bamboos, I only feel that I have been conquered by green. Tall bamboo soars at the top of the canyon, covering the sky and playing with white clouds. Small bamboos, just emerging from the ground, are as big as my fingers, and clusters of tiny boats splash on the branches and join the struggle in the fog. The shock of green is overwhelming, and thousands of emeralds are swaying in front of me. I stroked bamboo, big and small, and walked around the forest, only feeling that everything was so wonderful.
Father put down the sacrifice on his shoulder and stood in the forest, also a little lost in thought.
There is a clear birdsong in the forest. It's tits, jumping on the green branches and enjoying the breath of heaven and earth. The gurgling sound is a clear spring seeping from a crack in the rock as clear as jade. Cold fog seeps water droplets on the bamboo, and some slip down the bamboo seams, leaving traces of streams flowing; Some swayed from the tip of the blade a few times, then swung away playfully and plunged to the ground like a meteor.
Later, perhaps it was the first ray of sunshine that penetrated the fog in the forest and awakened my father. He cut off a thumb-sized bamboo with a small knife and handed it to me. Pat my little head and call: Come on, we still have a long way to go. ? Maybe he is young, or maybe he is not deep enough for his ancestors. The barren hills and solitary graves always make me feel gloomy. If my father is not around, I can assure you that I will cry. That year, Tomb-Sweeping Day did not leave too many memories about its ancestors, but always remembered the bamboo forest, the green and ethereal world. I also remember the bamboo cut by my father for me, the bamboo cut into a flute on a sunny night, and the bamboo blown on my father's lips. That melodious and deep voice runs through my whole childhood and my whole life.
Yes, and then I grew up. I have read many poems about bamboo, such as? Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. ? Is it Su Shi's? Did you watch it again? The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. ? This must be Wang Wei's. I have read many books and seen many people draw bamboo, such as Zheng Banqiao's, but I always feel lost. There is no poem in that ethereal world, and no brush can replace it. Yes, at least in my heart.