Selected Scenery Lyric Prose (1): Love in the Sea
After sorting out the photos of my previous travels, Mu Ran found that my eyes would always stay at sea for a long time. Feel her boundless broadness, profundity and broad mind; Appreciate her long and winding coastline and beautiful bay surrounded by endless green hills; Reminiscent of the feeling of stepping on her baby-like beach and the joy of wet trousers with white waves. There is also a clear sea like sapphire, a pure sky like white clouds, and an island that looks dark blue from a distance ... all this is like a natural landscape painting without a brush.
I will always miss her, but she is the paradise I yearn for. When I was in high school, I wrote a composition about the sea, saying that I would like to be a lighthouse in the sea, accompany the sea, enjoy its caress, and send out a faint light every night, so that the sea can look for light in the dark. The Chinese teacher looked at my composition book with suspicion and asked, "Did you write it?" Because of my love for the sea, this composition is extraordinary. No wonder the teacher was surprised. After that, I simply wrote an article under the pseudonym of "Qi Hai" to show my admiration for the sea. Now more and more attention is paid to the sea, but only dare to shoot a circle of waves in the sea for their own use, and only in late autumn. I'm afraid that too many demands will tarnish my unswerving love for her.
In the depths of the sea, my dream-like vision is hidden. Sitting on the beach by the sea, watching the blue water, colorful shells seem to rush to my heels from the bottom of the sea; Colorful corals seem to break through the tension of seawater and jump out of the sea; Green jade grass gently climbed from the bottom of the sea. ...
Think of Haizi, imagine him lying leisurely in front of the hut facing the wind and waves, basking in the soft sunshine, chopping firewood and feeding chickens ... I unconsciously read a poem-"Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring": from tomorrow on, be a happy person/feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world/from tomorrow on, I have a house facing the sea.
At this moment, I dream that I can put aside all the hubbub in the world and pursue an elegant and free life, with no desire, indifference and romance.
Selected Scenery Lyric Prose (Ⅱ): Thoughts in Late Autumn
/kloc-in October and late autumn, the weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and the sky is higher and brighter because of its blue color.
Under the alternation of seasons, the fields begin to show a faint yellow color, especially the leaves on the roadside, which are very lovely. The mountains in the distance are green, because they are all green pine trees. On the roadside of the ancient city, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, and the fish in the river are swimming as usual, and there is no smell of winter at all. From the smooth slate of Sifang Street, we can see that the city is ancient, with melodious Naxi ancient music and modern pop music in the distance. People like to recall the past, but they prefer modern manners. Some people say that Lijiang is becoming more and more commercialized, and more and more bars in the ancient city illustrate this point. The expensive price is exchanged for the smiling faces of tourists. But don't envy others, pull Naxi's old milk, dance around the bonfire and have fun in the square. Happiness can be seen everywhere. In Lijiang, what we see is quieter and more comfortable air and bright sunshine.
In late autumn, the night is as cool as water, with less silence in winter and more indifference in summer.
The roses in the yard are in bloom, and the fragrance of flowers wafts gently through the window and permeates the room like moonlight. I stuck my head out of the window and accidentally saw a lone swallow flying under the eaves. I wonder if it is preparing for a warm nest in winter.
Turn on the computer and turn on the music, but it's the sad song: "I'll wait another minute, maybe the next minute. When I see your evasive eyes, I won't let sad tears hang on your face." I'm waiting for a minute, maybe the next minute, I can feel your heartache. I won't let the parting last forever that year. "
Some faint, unclear damp feelings flowed with the melody in my heart, so I quickly turned off the song and froze quietly on the sofa for a few minutes. Those distant things, like my farewell party when I graduated from college, are pure and kind, and I don't want to smear them with secular misty rain. However, my fragile and hypocritical heart can no longer appreciate the clear and smooth tune. Let the heart version be fresher and calmer.
In fact, like many people, I like to escape and I can't escape. Maybe I'm too young, and my wild and rash ideas are always vulnerable. I think that if I disguise my eyes with maturity, my passion will no longer flow; I thought that as long as I closed the bookmark, the text would never be open to anyone again. "Gradually drifting away, getting better." I can't hide my thoughts. If you feel unhappy, the only way to find happiness is to cheer up and make your actions and words look happy.
After late autumn, many flowers will not bloom until next year. "When the mountain flower is in full bloom, it is smiling at it." After the west wind, it will be snow and ice. Indifferent plum blossoms and orchids will bloom in that season. Is the mood of enjoying flowers the same as tonight? Tomorrow, when the dawn pushes away the night, will it deal with the fallen flowers on the ground again? Those pale colors lying on the ground, like those pale smiles, exposed the crying of the repressed night.
Maybe I don't need to worry. Although there are always autumn leaves and long roads blocked by snow and ice, it never misses sending invitations to flowers and birds in spring. Let's listen quietly and enjoy the sweet waiting silently. I hope someone will be more energetic after winter.
Selected Scenery Lyric Prose (Ⅲ): Huaihua in May
Passers-by stumble, but don't know how famous they are? Fortunately, I met an old gentleman and told him that this is Huaihua Avenue, which was built two years ago and extends eastward to the top of Dadong Mountain.
Looking around, neat rows of locust trees stand on both sides of the road, lush, tall and straight, although not shaded, but also lined up, a wide avenue leads directly to the top of the mountain, which is extremely deserted because of sparse people.
I thought that since it was Sophora japonica Avenue, Sophora japonica was indispensable. So I estimated that it was the time when Sophora japonica was in full bloom, and it was raining, so I decided to take pictures of Sophora japonica in the rain. I have already painted "White Sophora in the drizzle" in my heart. It is a rare artistic conception that the rain weaves, the wind is affectionate and the lines are silent.
However, reality is often contrary to people's wishes. I set foot on the road of Sophora japonica, only the green leaves did not see the flowers. I was so disappointed that I finally had to back off.
So is the memory of Sophora japonica, which can be seen everywhere in front of the court. This is not uncommon. Most of them are scattered with three plants and two plants, the branches are dead, and the bark is hard to crack, which is unremarkable.
But when it comes to spring, the situation is very different. In fact, the spring breeze is the most abundant thing, so the Sophora japonica, which has been swaying in the wind for a few days, has also changed its appearance. The whole tree is green and lovely, which makes people scratch their eyes.
However, I haven't seen you for a few days, and there are strings of green locust trees hanging in the green round leaves. Although it is faintly visible, it is also gratifying.
However, it is not easy, but what I see again is the white color of a tree, such as the gathering of butterfly powder, which is amazing.
Because of his deep sleep at night, Xu missed the flower viewing. Look at the white bloom that night, but I can also imagine how hot it was at that time, like a frying pan, locust trees were fighting for it. In fact, the flowers are spit out, and the petals are open and bright like a broken butterfly. One by one, trembling, waving passers-by's eyes, throwing emails to hook greedy bugs in passers-by's abdomen.
The locust tree has blossomed. So full of fragrance overflowed my cheeks, and I couldn't help but want to taste the sweetness of Sophora japonica.
Bang, the whole branch is broken. It is the child like black mud who is breaking it with his thin arms, which are not much thicker than the branches of Sophora japonica. I saw him holding a branch in one hand and shouting in the other: it's connected. The shouts were full of pride.
So the fallen branches fell like springs, and the companions who had been under the tree grabbed them, and quickly smoothed the Sophora japonica and put them in the bamboo basket.
The urchin in the tree looked at the scene under his feet like a monkey watching the scenery, grinning, and his silvery teeth became more proud, so he climbed higher and harder. Ignoring the pull of the locust, bang, bang, bang, bang, the branches broke, the leaves fell, and a pile of thick branches fell to the ground for a while.
That's enough, that's enough.
The child like black mud has just slipped down from the tree with lingering nostalgia, and his face and hands are scratched. His companion has filled his bamboo basket.
I walked home with a basket of happiness in my arms. What is left is the fallen leaves on the ground and the broken arm of that tree, which is terrible.
Taking off the stems and picking up the leaves, even the hands stained with Sophora japonica are full of refreshing fragrance.
Sprinkle with dry flour and wrap with layers of butterflies, which is whiter and fatter, like a cocoon without spinning. Lay a thin layer on the drawer cloth and cover the lid. After eight minutes, the fragrance of steam will spread around the lid, and the flour is also mixed with the fragrance of Sophora japonica.
Inhale it into your nose. It smells good.
Mixed with sesame oil to taste, so I opened my stomach and drank a bowl of fine noodles, even eating and drinking, nourishing.
Burp, burp, burp all over your stomach, lick your lips with your tongue and scream.
What's more, people who are greedy for Sophora japonica touch it a lot, scald it with boiling water and dry it for later use.
On the wide road, no family stopped in the yard.
There is a steamed Sophora japonica, which will be fragrant. Besides, the neighborhood is friendly and Sophora japonica is not a very rare thing. Every time I steam, I will steam a few more pots, pour them into a big pot with a diameter of three feet, fill them with bowls, and send them to the owner and the west. A pot of Sophora japonica has gone, and its mouth is sweet and fruity. * * * Enjoy Sophora japonica in May, which is the affection in May.
Knock, knock: Send a bowl of Sophora japonica to taste.
I took it and steamed it again: try it.
In the coming year, dead branches will grow new buds.
The locust tree is still hot.
Selected Scenery Lyric Prose (IV): Spring Thoughts
Spring is the season when everything is born, the season of purity and the season of sowing. Peach blossoms reflect the face and green trees sprout. You said that spring is the cradle of life.
Holding a stream against the backdrop of green trees and red flowers will always remind you of the harsh winter in Sydney, which is freezing and cold; Think of trees standing in the wind and frost, icebreaking boats. After several cold winters, this splendid spring came into being.
You see, the ice and snow are melting, it pushes the water waves to sing, and the song rolls up the waves. Dew stood on the green shoulders and came to the mountains and rivers of Ye Ping; Flowers are brighter and grass is fresher. They understand that their happiness is due to the baptism, fighting and sacrifice in winter. They absorbed the fortitude, purity and blood of winter in their growth.
Being in this beautiful spring queue, you can't help falling in love with this sowing season. Standing in the middle of plum blossoms, you must be able to think and think of something.
Perhaps just like the softness of spring, people will only return more gifts if they work hard, including sweat and wisdom. Spring is serious, and a spring breeze awakens all plants eager for new life and turns green. Spring is industrious. People who don't work hard will only sigh after one year. The spring is bright, the sun is shining and the laughter is long.
Spring is very short, so people must seize this perfect time to make good preparations for the year. On the contrary, autumn will be your judgment. Therefore, how precious the bright spring is.
From sowing in spring to thinking about future farming, we can only hold the hand of time, never stop, transform barren land with our heart, plant excellent seedlings, and then manage in summer, not afraid that there will be no good harvest in the future ... This is the temperament of spring when everything is born, and it is the source of thinking for friends.
Selected Scenery Lyric Prose (5): What is the most beautiful scenery?
A village full of green trees.
"Where there are trees, there is home", which is a common saying circulating in northern rural areas. In my hometown, all the villages are covered with trees. From a distance, you can't imagine that there is a village besides a dense forest. In the north, walking into the village is actually walking into the Woods. Because where there are no trees, there is no village.
It's hard to imagine how desolate the village is without trees. Even in the desert, as long as there are villages, there will be trees. Even if few trees are planted in front of and behind the house, the villagers will say: this family is too lazy to plant trees in front of the house.
In the concept of rural people, trees and villages are inseparable. People attach great importance to trees. They think that villages without trees must have a small population and villages have no vitality. However, without trees, families will decline.
In the northern countryside, not only every village is full of trees, but also most villages have a tree king. The tree king must go through vicissitudes of life and be over 100 years old, otherwise he is not qualified to be king. Tree king is generally a tree with fruit, such as ginkgo, walnut, pear and so on, which symbolizes the prosperity of a village and the prosperity of future generations.
In my impression, the tree king in our village is Sophora japonica. This tree is very old, and its trunk is covered with rough cracks, which easily reminds people of a weather-beaten old man's face. As for why a locust tree was chosen as the king of trees instead of ginkgo or pear trees, there was an episode! It is said that our village is an immigrant village, and its ancestral home is Hongtong County, Shanxi Province. At that time, immigrants came here, gathered under the old pagoda tree in Hongtong County, and came to our present residence. Probably to commemorate, every family planted a locust tree in front of their house. This locust tree, known as the king of trees, was one of the trees planted that year.
Trees are the symbol of a village. When you go to a strange village and don't know the location of the village, people will tell you: Go ahead, cross a small river, turn a mountain pass and see a forest. If you go to a family, the villagers will also say: there is a two-story building in the west of the village, and there is a persimmon tree with a crooked neck in front of it. Look at the status of trees in the hearts of rural people.
The intimate relationship between trees and villages is best reflected in summer. In the hot summer, the trees are green and dense, and the canopy covers the sky, which brings the villagers the best place to rest and enjoy the cool. People sit in the shade with sweat after work to enjoy the cool, and the sweat on their bodies will immediately dissolve and make them cool. More often, people sit under trees, or play poker and chess for entertainment; Or chat about Sang Ma and talk about some anecdotes. Under the tree, the distance between neighbors is very close, so kind.
In the countryside, a village without trees is unthinkable. Don't say that people can't bear it, birds don't come to the nest. How lonely a village without birds will be! Therefore, whether birds will nest in the village is often related to the number of trees in the village. In fact, in the eyes of rural people, trees are the scenery of the village, and birds are the most beautiful bright colors that decorate the scenery. To put it bluntly, the composition of a village is the perfect harmony of people, trees and birds.
"Only where green trees grow can beautiful homes be born." In the north, in my hometown, where people live, there are all kinds of trees. Where there are green trees, there are villages where people live. Therefore, when I wrote these words, my heart was full of respect for the tree.
The tree on the stone
When I saw the tree, my eyes widened in surprise. This is a tree that grows on a stone. There is a lush pine tree on the abrupt and smooth stone pillar, just like a person holding an umbrella alone and being in a beautiful scenery. The tree on the stone is like a picture, but the difference is that the tree itself is real.
The tree stood in front of me, fresh and full of life tension. On the thick pine branches, pine needles are firm and upward, full of yearning for life and showing challenges to life.
I don't understand how this tree can grow on a bare stone. Maybe it fell from the bird's mouth, maybe it was left by insects, or it came with the wind. Coincidentally, this seed was left on the stone; More coincidentally, there is a handful of soil on the top of the stone pillar, and the seeds fall on this handful of soil. In its bud season, it rained. As a result, the seeds germinated, and it plunged tiny roots into the soil, changing from saplings to young trees. Pine trees that become small trees show incomprehensible power in order to survive. It plunges its roots into the stone, causing the stone to crack quickly, fighting its way out on the hard rock, putting its roots into the soil, absorbing nutrients, and finally settling down on the stone.
I was moved by the imaginary pine tree and walked into this tree in the process of moving. The tree is about seven or eight meters high and three or four meters wide, with more than half an acre of shade for dozens of people to enjoy the cool. And the stone pillar with a diameter of three meters and a height of three feet has such a huge crown. Why do you have to bear such a heavy burden?
Standing under the tree, listening to the whistling mountain wind and looking at the swaying canopy, there is always a feeling that the tree is going to fall down. However, the tree never fell. Before I came to the stone pillar, I couldn't help feeling. No wonder this tree stands upright in the wind. Originally, the stone pillars were covered with intertwined roots, some of which plunged into the crevices and some plunged into the soil along the stone pillars. The roots around the stone pillars formed a dense net, tightly wrapped around the stone pillars, and condensed powerful forces to support the body, so that they straightened their backs and held their heads high.
I was moved by this tree again, not because it is tall and straight, but because of it, I felt the greatness of life.
Hollow sandalwood
Seeing this tree, I suddenly found that life is so wild.
Who has seen such a tree? Its crown is lush and vibrant, but its crown is empty, leaving only bark. A person can go in through the hole under the tree and come out from the branch at the top of the trunk. It is such a tree, after nearly a thousand years, tall and straight, covered with emerald green, tenacious growth, showing the world the green meaning of life.
This is a big tree that I have ever seen. I didn't think much about whether it is accurate to describe a tree with "greatness". However, from the moment I saw it, I thought this tree was really great. I can't imagine how a tree without a heart can survive. Just like a person, without a heart, does he still have life? Perhaps, this is the greatness of trees!
This tree grows in Danxia Temple, one of the four famous Buddhist temples in Henan Province. Qiao Kuo, a fellow writer, told me that this kind of tree is called sandalwood tree, also called "Buddha tree", and the common people also call it "Shenmu". It is said that this kind of tree is as vigorous as Populus euphratica in the desert. There is a saying that "if you plant it for a thousand years, it will not die, and if you fall for a thousand years, it will not rot." Whether so, I don't know.
Call it "Buddha Tree" or "Shenmu". Maybe it's because people love this tree. Actually, a tree is a tree. For me, what I value is the tree itself. Long years, vicissitudes of life, thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, wars of past dynasties, an empty unintentional tree, still with arms and branches, shining green leaves, safe and sound, making life to the extreme, which is a miracle in itself!
Looking at the lush sandalwood trees, I am a little confused. Why did such a big tree become an empty unintentional tree? The host in the temple told me that most hollow trees were eroded by wind and rain after their branches died, and the rain seeped down along the scars of the dry branches, and slowly the trees became empty and became unintentional trees. The host also told me that hollow trees are rare, even in the virgin forest, such trees are rare from top to bottom, but these trees have tenacious vitality. Dealing with a hollow tree that is still full of vitality after suffering is that my fragile life has never felt the growth and flight of life.
From this tree, I saw the benefits of life. A tree without a heart, but it resists the erosion of wind and rain with heart, lives tenaciously, lives so brilliantly, and lives so spiritually, which makes people moved and revered.
I don't understand whether this is right or wrong. But the tree understands that the tree can't say. The silent tree stood in front of me and told me that living is like living.
Millennium Cooper
There are two ancient cypress trees. I think Cooper is accidental.
On that day, Wenyou and I went to Nanzhao, Henan Province to see the Great Wall of Chu and returned to the Chu Palace in Yunyang. The place where the king of Chu stayed two thousand years ago looks a little chic, probably because the house is shabby and makes people feel a little shabby. The building has no special features, and it is very common to see the classical charm of carved beams and painted buildings.
To tell the truth, the palace of the king of Chu didn't excite me. Just as I was about to leave, I saw two tall and straight trees, whose gray-brown trunks were covered with thick and solid scales. The tree was thick, and the two men hugged each other, but they didn't start work. This is the first time I have ever seen such a huge cypress, which is very strange. Who knows, when I looked up, I was blindsided. The trunk is thick, but the crown is small. It's as big as a summer umbrella, not only his heart, Cooper, but also an old bald man. I thought: how can such a huge trunk support the weight of life without lush green branches and leaves?
However, this Cooper in front of us, coming from ancient times, has gone through century after century, still standing upright, clashing with iron. The seemingly old body contains a vigorous youthful atmosphere, moving forward silently with peers, endless!
Sun Le, a literary friend, is a member of the Great Wall Society of China and a lover of the Great Wall of Chu. He told everyone that Cooper was born and lived in the palace of the king of Chu, and these two Cooper trees were planted at the beginning of the palace. In this way, Cooper survived tenaciously for 2500 years. No wonder he looks like a bald old man. Colleague Ms. Huang Jing told us that these two cypress trees are "husband and wife trees". According to legend, it was planted by the king of Chu and his concubines, which is also called "lover tree" by the people. Think about it, too. The two trees stand opposite each other, staring silently, which contains deep affection. It is no exaggeration to say that they are "husband and wife trees" and "emotional trees".
When leaving, Qiao Kuo, a literary friend, said: Cooper is very old, and Cooper's story is beautiful and touching. The only fly in the ointment is that Cooper looks like an ugly old man, but his body is strong. Literature and learning now say: there is no beauty and ugliness in the world, the ultimate beauty is ugliness, and the ultimate ugliness is beauty. Having said that, we have a close look at Cooper, and suddenly we feel that there is dignity, beauty, elegance and aura in Cooper's ugliness. Perhaps, this is the so-called "beauty is silent, elephant is invisible"!
I've been out of the palace for a long time, and I'm still thinking that the clouds of the years have dispersed, but Cooper, who has been standing for more than two thousand years, still stands upright, letting the yellow wind pass over his body and stand in a painting refuted by the class. Cooper, aren't they two living fossils?
In my mind, I even think they are two Buddha trees, or they are two Buddhas.