An article about the scenery in spring (long or short)

God, I am in this land, holding me tightly with my thin arms.

A dull plow. Roots and stones buried deep in the soil tripped over my plow and disappeared.

It takes me twice as much energy. I'm sweating like a pig, my limbs are shaking, and I can't wait to lie down at once.

Fall on the newly reclaimed soil. But I know I have no right to escape,

Give me life and give me responsibility at the same time. I don't need to ask why.

There is no need to think about whether there is a result. I shouldn't waste my time. Keep sighing

Life is hard and you shouldn't feel sorry for yourself. Why didn't fate give it to me?

Such barren land. All I have to do is grit my teeth, bury my head and fight.

All my strength overwhelmed my plow. I never expected anyone to replace me,

Because in this world, everyone has a piece of land that must be cultivated by himself.

I sow with hope, which will never exceed that of any wise man.

For humility.

Every day, I look at the land covered with my seeds and imagine that it will

Germination, growth, flowering and fruiting. Like a pregnant mother, looking forward to it.

Holding his soon-to-be-born child. I know that if people can expect, they can.

go to all lengths

In summer, I stood on the ground because of drought, anxiously looking forward to the wind from the south.

Clouds with raindrops are blowing. How eager it is to wear, eager to wear!

Looking forward to, looking forward to, there is a wind blowing, but the gust is a bit big, that is

Clouds with raindrops blew and landed on another land. I hate it. I hate me.

I can't jump into the sky at once, hold that cloud and beg it to give me a drop of rain.

What wishful thinking is that! I finally understand that this delusion is like trying to pull away.

Take your hair and leave the earth. Therefore, I am no longer delusional, I can only stay in my place.

In order to survive in this land, look for springs.

Without adequate preparation, I hurried on my way. You don't have to go through hardships.

Say it. What I want to say is that I found the water source, only to find that I didn't bring a container for it.

How many times has it completely happened just because the mind is overheated?

Avoidable painful mistakes. Really, that's not impossible. It really hurts.

The heart is here: it is not impossible. I stomp, I regret, I cry, I hate?

You must tear yourself to pieces. What's the use? Let's start over, so it's easy to see.

Our experiences cost twice as much as others to remember. You shouldn't complain.

People, there is still one hour, let me behave well!

I watched helplessly, under the relentless hail, my new grouting, far away.

Away from the ripe ears of grain, they staggered on the thin rice stalks, but they didn't.

Force from its birth, but firmly locked its land, never tasted.

What it's like to be mature? It's dead.

Once I opened my arms and tried to crush my whole body into a big screen.

Protect my seedlings from wind, rain and hail ... if you are too kind, you will change.

Become confused and ignorant. Bad luck can only eliminate the weak, even if it blocks this disaster.

Difficult, it will sink in another disaster. And the strong will stay and go on.

Your own way.

In autumn, I get the same harvest as others. Look at my withered grain, my heart

There is a kind of sour and bitter joy. But I don't think my grain is withered than others.

Depressed or discouraged. I hold them in my hand and stick them tightly to my heart, like this.

This is a brand-new self.

My rich and kind neighbors lamented that I had gained little, but I was crazy.

Laugh loudly. In this laughter, I know that I have matured. I have a special one.

A measuring tool, it does not measure the grain, but only the feel. My neighbor doesn't know to harvest grain at the same time.

And life. I have loved, hated, laughed, cried and smelled.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that there are more sunny days than rainy days, and more gains than labor.

Work. As long as I live seriously and pay with a clear conscience. People have no right to laugh at me.

I'm a fool who can't make ends meet, and I don't have to measure my worth by his yardstick.

Worth it.

In winter, in the dusk of life, is there nothing to do?

Just looking at the falling snowflakes and desert fields through the window. Or count the lights.

Western jackdaw in the West on the Bald Branch? No, I can also add some firewood to the stove.

Make the house warmer; I will calmly check myself: why did I fail, I

What did I miss, what did I owe others ... I hope only others owe me, that is the most.

In the days to come, you will feel much more relaxed!

It is impossible to correct the mistakes that have become the past. A life is impossible.

Once again, the Four Seasons Hotel. The next four seasons will belong to another new life.

But I still have things to do, and I will record them all. People don't.

When chatting, I might as well have a look to amuse myself. People who hate me can also gloat.

Curse: It serves you right! Smart people may say that this is unnecessary; A despicable person may

Carefully made a sword and cut me one by one. But I believe most people will.

I will understand. They will judge everything I have done fairly.

In the dusk of life, it won't be me who laments and feels lonely!

My four seasons

Jason

Life is like four seasons.

In spring, I am in this land, holding me tightly with my thin arms.

A dull plow. Roots and stones buried deep in the soil tripped over my plow and disappeared.

It takes me twice as much energy. I'm sweating like a pig, my limbs are shaking, and I can't wait to lie down at once.

Fall on the newly reclaimed soil. But I know I have no right to escape,

Give me life and give me responsibility at the same time. I don't need to ask why.

There is no need to think about whether there is a result. I shouldn't waste my time. Keep sighing

Life is hard and you shouldn't feel sorry for yourself. Why didn't fate give it to me?

Such barren land. All I have to do is grit my teeth, bury my head and fight.

All my strength overwhelmed my plow. I never expected anyone to replace me,

Because in this world, everyone has a piece of land that must be cultivated by himself.

I sow with hope, which will never exceed that of any wise man.

For humility.

Every day, I look at the land covered with my seeds and imagine that it will

Germination, growth, flowering and fruiting. Like a pregnant mother, looking forward to it.

Holding his soon-to-be-born child. I know that if people can expect, they can.

go to all lengths

In summer, I stood on the ground because of drought, anxiously looking forward to the wind from the south.

Clouds with raindrops are blowing. How eager it is to wear, eager to wear!

Looking forward to, looking forward to, there is a wind blowing, but the gust is a bit big, that is

Clouds with raindrops blew and landed on another land. I hate it. I hate me.

I can't jump into the sky at once, hold that cloud and beg it to give me a drop of rain.

What wishful thinking is that! I finally understand that this delusion is like trying to pull away.

Take your hair and leave the earth. Therefore, I am no longer delusional, I can only stay in my place.

In order to survive in this land, look for springs.

Without adequate preparation, I hurried on my way. You don't have to go through hardships.

Say it. What I want to say is that I found the water source, only to find that I didn't bring a container for it.

How many times has it completely happened just because the mind is overheated?

Avoidable painful mistakes. Really, that's not impossible. It really hurts.

The heart is here: it is not impossible. I stomp, I regret, I cry, I hate?

You must tear yourself to pieces. What's the use? Let's start over, so it's easy to see.

Our experiences cost twice as much as others to remember. You shouldn't complain.

People, there is still one hour, let me behave well!

I watched helplessly, under the relentless hail, my new grouting, far away.

Away from the ripe ears of grain, they staggered on the thin rice stalks, but they didn't.

Force from its birth, but firmly locked its land, never tasted.

What it's like to be mature? It's dead.

Once I opened my arms and tried to crush my whole body into a big screen.

Protect my seedlings from wind, rain and hail ... if you are too kind, you will change.

Become confused and ignorant. Bad luck can only eliminate the weak, even if it blocks this disaster.

Difficult, it will sink in another disaster. And the strong will stay and go on.

Your own way.

In autumn, I get the same harvest as others. Look at my withered grain, my heart

There is a kind of sour and bitter joy. But I don't think my grain is withered than others.

Depressed or discouraged. I hold them in my hand and stick them tightly to my heart, like this.

This is a brand-new self.

My rich and kind neighbors lamented that I had gained little, but I was crazy.

Laugh loudly. In this laughter, I know that I have matured. I have a special one.

A measuring tool, it does not measure the grain, but only the feel. My neighbor doesn't know to harvest grain at the same time.

And life. I have loved, hated, laughed, cried and smelled.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that there are more sunny days than rainy days, and more gains than labor.

Work. As long as I live seriously and pay with a clear conscience. People have no right to laugh at me.

I'm a fool who can't make ends meet, and I don't have to measure my worth by his yardstick.

Worth it.

In winter, in the dusk of life, is there nothing to do?

Just looking at the falling snowflakes and desert fields through the window. Or count the lights.

Western jackdaw in the West on the Bald Branch? No, I can also add some firewood to the stove.

Make the house warmer; I will calmly check myself: why did I fail, I

What did I miss, what did I owe others ... I hope only others owe me, that is the most.

In the days to come, you will feel much more relaxed!

It is impossible to correct the mistakes that have become the past. A life is impossible.

Once again, the Four Seasons Hotel. The next four seasons will belong to another new life.

But I still have things to do, and I will record them all. People don't.

When chatting, I might as well have a look to amuse myself. People who hate me can also gloat.

Curse: It serves you right! Smart people may say that this is unnecessary; A despicable person may

Carefully made a sword and cut me one by one. But I believe most people will.

I will understand. They will judge everything I have done fairly.

In the dusk of life, it won't be me who laments and feels lonely!

2.

Spring cicada

I climbed out of the tree hole prematurely, and the moonlight lit up my wings.

Spring shattered the summer of my dreams. In my dream, it was that wonderful song.

I sighed softly and climbed to the top of the tree.

Young leaves, like my delicate heart, make me destined to stay in spring.

When the rainy season suddenly came, crickets let go of singing. Water drops rippled on the ground, and the inexplicable grass stretched out and smiled.

I am numb in silence.

Recalling the dream of flying in the rain, screaming Wan Li, chasing one partner after another, spinning and crazy, each one.

Trees are warm homes, and every leaf is a harbor.

I opened my mouth.

But I know that my inner voice only belongs to summer.

The sky began to change color, and my eyes kept looking at the distance without closing.

Mosquitoes in summer

I woke up in meditation, and the night put on a black coat for me.

I am a dancer at night.

A sad sigh came from a corner, like a sleepless owl looking for another pair of eyes. ventilate

I was so nervous that the dust stopped flying.

I try my best to get rid of the endless emptiness, drive away the silent loneliness around me, fly my wings and hum like a broken line.

Thunder splashed sparks on the earth and ignited the surrounding air.

I closed my eyes and let my sharp wings cut through the frozen time and space, and the bright emotions opened in the dark.

Flowers, repressed pain finally fell to the ground.

Rivers flow in the sky, and all traces of dance grow with passion.

I landed gently on the ground, leaving my wings to paint in the dark.

Autumn insects (mainly crickets)

The cold road exudes melancholy emotions, and tall buildings talk to each other about their dreams when they were young.

I am crawling slowly in a city that has changed my mind.

I am a bug without wings, eager to fly in the autumn night.

The roaring car, like an irrational beast, ruthlessly broke through the quiet air, and blood splashed everywhere, but

Leave me a skirt with thorns.

I crawled forward under the twisted light, constantly creating more dreams with my bleeding heart. Every wandering night

Will fly my dream lightly like a balloon; It fills the sky and floats to the high building, giving it to the people who are talking.

The wind hugged my body in resentment and threw me from one side of the road to the other, but only by moving forward can it be given to me.

The nourishment of dreams is like a plane flying over the runway.

The classical rain came as promised, and they held my body down and laughed at me, just like the dead past, without hesitation.

The sea became the sea.

I am just a lonely bug, dancing with more tears in the autumn night, let them take away every part of my body.

Part of it melts in an imaginary city.

Shu Dong

I fell gently, in reality, in the flower season.

The root has left the ground, the green hair has floated in the air, and my only hand has been broken. exist

In the storm, I remembered the night when flowers were blooming.

The moonlight is dancing, the wind is like a floating sea, and I am rippling in happiness. Suddenly, a long-simmering torrent gushed from the soles of your feet.

Rushing to the top of your head, every cell in your body seems to be electrocuted and crazy. In a trance, I heard a gentle "bang"

With a cry, my bud finally looks like a light in the dark, like a charming girl who broke free and rushed to take pictures.

Light up the earth.

They, watery eyes shining in the dark.

My youth is rising, and I have given all the nutrients of my life to the blooming children.

Symphony played on the grass, more life cheered for me, and my children danced in the wind.

But I fell gently, in reality, in the flower season.

3. Four Seasons in Beiping

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For an old friend who has turned into a foreign body, always think of his or her benefits first; Then I slowly remembered that all the disadvantages I felt at that time would also become some very intriguing souvenirs and bloom in my memory. Regarding an old place where I once lived, I think I will never stay again in my life. I am in a distant corner, looking at the sky in this direction. In retrospect, nature is only its advantage.

The metropolis of China, where I lived for the first half of my life, is not rare; However, when one calms down to recall the past, Shanghai's prosperity, Nanjing's vastness, Guangzhou's smog, Hankou's Wuchang's chaos, even Qingdao's tranquility, Fuzhou's beauty and Hangzhou's calmness are still not as good as Beijing-when I lived there, it was of course Beijing.

Let's talk about human molecules first. In Beijing at that time-1 1, 12 years or so-the people you could talk about, from famous military chaebol politicians, scholars and celebrities, scholars and beautiful educators to people who sold cars and set up shops, all had skills without hating others; It's an old maid recommended by the head office. Of course, except for people who go to the kang, she is always well dressed and doesn't seem to be annoying.

Secondly, when it comes to the supply of materials in Beijing, there are also local products such as delicacies, foreign goods, radishes and cabbages, all of which are well prepared and have disadvantages. Therefore, people who have lived in Beijing for two or three years always feel that the air in Beijing is too dull, the gray sand is too dim, and life is too static; When you run away with a whip, you feel comfortable when you get out of the front door, and you will know that it is dawn when you get out of Lugou, as if you are on the road to new life when you get out of Doumen; But in a year or so, if you go to live outside Beijing-except in your childhood hometown-everyone will have to think of Beijing again and hope to go back, which vaguely has a serious homesickness for Beijing. This kind of experience has been experienced by people who have lived in Beijing before, but in myself, it feels particularly strong and special. Perhaps the biggest reason is that my eldest son's bones are still buried in the grave of Guangyi Garden in the suburbs, and several close confidants are a group of victims who died there at the same time.

People and goods in Peiping are lovely, that is, the weather in Peiping, which everyone thinks is the most important, combined with geography, is one of the few good places in major cities in China. For the convenience of narration, I want to briefly talk about it in four seasons.

Since October of the lunar calendar, Beiping has been shrouded in dust and the wind is biting. Therefore, the winter in Beiping is the day that ordinary people are most afraid of. But if you want to know the uniqueness of a place, I think the best thing is to appreciate it when it is perfect; Therefore, it is my philosophy to go to the tropics in summer and the North Pole in cold weather.

Although the winter in Beiping is much colder than that in the south, only in winter can people feel the great leisure of life in the north.

Let's talk about the cold protection device of the house first. Unlike modern cities in the south, houses in the north use reinforced concrete and cold and hot air ducts. The average northern family is just a four-bedroom short house surrounded by thick mud walls; There are warm pits and cloisters in the greenhouse above; There is a bright window on the porch, with tissue paper in the window, a damper in the tissue paper, and nothing else. In such a simple house, you only teach the stove to turn on the light all your life. Once you hang the cotton curtain, you live in the house, but you always stew it warmly all your life, like March and April in spring. Especially what makes you feel the warmth of the house is the northwest wind whistling outside the window. The sky is always gray, and the road is always surrounded by gray obstacles. When you get off from the dusty dust and step into the house, you feel a breath of spring around you, making you forget all the hardships of winter outside at once. I like to eat wine and burn mutton pots, and I can't give up my life in the north in winter; Wine is already a panacea to keep out the cold. The smell of garlic and mutton soy sauce can make a room full of white water and steam. In the glass window, in the first half of the night, there will be clear sweat, and in the second half of the night, it will become a strange ice pattern.

When it snows, the scene will definitely change again. Open your eyes from a thick quilt in the morning. The clear light in a room will make your eyes dizzy. Under the sunshine, snowflakes shine one by one, and birds that have been dormant for a long time will fly out to feed, flap their wings, chat and sing endlessly. The gloomy sky has been swept away in the past few days, and suddenly it has become clear and bottomed out without any obstacles; So young northern residents can establish outdoor life. Skating, making a snowman and driving a snowmobile are the most exciting days. Once, some friends and I rode on a lame donkey and went out to spend the night in Xizhimen Camel Village on this sunny and snowy evening. On the outskirts of Beiping, there is a snowfield, countless dead trees and forests, many looming white peaks on the western hills, and several snow-like northwest winds blowing from time to time, which gives people a deep, great and mysterious impression beyond words. Until now, more than ten years later, when I think of the scene at that time, I still have to shudder and take a breath, just like standing by the Diaoyutai River for an instant.

The winter night in Beiping is a wonderful time especially suitable for reading, writing letters, recalling the past, chatting and talking nonsense. I remember that our three brothers all lived in Beijing at that time. Every winter night, we always traveled thousands of miles to get together and talk about what we saw and heard in our hometown when we were young. The children are asleep, and so are the servants. We three brothers have to add another coal and another coal to have a long talk. There are a few nights when it is cold and windy outside. At one or two in the middle of the night, they will all say that they just sit until dawn. Such a precious memory, such the deepest emotional appeal, is originally a short and beautiful life that is rarely enjoyed several times, but if it weren't for the winter night in Beiping, the interest would certainly not be so long. In a word, winter in Beiping is the only chance for people who want to appreciate the peculiar smell in the north. The benefits of this season, the trivial memories of this season, if you want to write in detail, there is always a book as big as a brief introduction to the scenery of the imperial city. I only wrote a little about my own experience, which I think is too long. I can only write a little more about my sentimental dreams of spring, summer and autumn, and talk about my lamentation for the passing of my old country this day. Spring and autumn used to be lovely seasons everywhere, but in Peiping, they are a little different from other places. Spring in the north comes later, so the time is shorter. After the northwest wind stops, the snow gradually disappears, and when the driver of the cattle can't see the coat covered with old sheepskin, you have to prepare clothes and money for the spring outing; Because spring comes without a letter and goes without a trace, in a blink of an eye, spring will slip away quietly like a flying horse in Beiping.

The stove in the house has just been removed, so maybe you should call the person who built the arbor at once. The most unforgettable trace of spring in the north is the new green inside and outside the city hall, which is flooding in. Beijing, originally a green metropolis with trees and no roof, walked out of the gateway of the Nine Cities and was surrounded by a forest land on the loess slope. The pale green waves that trembled in the sun sparkled. If the nervous system is not very sound, you suddenly walk into the light green waves to have a look, and you will be sure to keep your eyes open, stand on your feet and faint. The new green inside and outside Beijing, the spring shade of Qiongdao and the lush new green of Xishan are really a wonderful work of the Waiguang School! But the frame of this painting, or simply the canvas of this painting, is now completely in the hands of a dark-haired troll! Looking north at the Central Plains, when will we see the light again? In terms of topography and latitude, summer in the north is certainly cooler than summer in the south. There is really no need to go to Beidaihe or Xishan to spend the summer in Beiping. During the whole day, at the hottest time, there are only a few hours from noon to three or four in the afternoon. At night, when the sun goes down, there is always a place to go without a single coat. After midnight, you need to cover yourself with a thin quilt. The cheapness and durability of natural ice in Beiping is a boon that people who have lived in Beiping in summer can't forget.

I spent three summers in Peiping. Places like Shichahai, Lingjiaogou and Erzha have been there in summer, of course; But in the middle of the dog days, no matter day or night, you can only teach a rattan couch, move it to the grape trellis in the yard or lie in the shade of rattan flowers, eat iced tea and Saussurea involucrata roots, listen to the drums of the blind and the cicadas in the trees, and you can't feel the heat and heat at all. At the hottest time in summer, Beiping is 945 degrees at most. This hot weather is only 10 days at most in the whole summer. In Peiping, spring, summer and autumn are linked together; In a year, it seems that there are only cold periods, not warm periods. From spring to summer, it is a short moment. From summer to autumn, I just feel a little cold after a nap. So the autumn in the north is particularly long, and the aftertaste of autumn is even stronger than that in other places. Two years ago, I spent an autumn in Beiping because I came back from Beidaihe. At that time, I had written an article "Autumn in the Old Capital", which was full of praise for this autumn in Peiping, and I don't want to repeat it here. And autumn scenery in the suburb of Beiping, like a wonderful book that you can never get tired of reading, makes you more interested. On a crisp autumn morning and a sunny day, you can ride a donkey and go for a walk to Badachu in Xishan or Biyun Temple in Yuquan Mountain. Persimmons in the mountains, smoking trees in the distance, reeds and millet in the countryside, and farmers' tenants who ride on donkeys to sell fruits in the city, guarantee that you will not get tired of watching them for a month. It used to be good everywhere in spring and autumn, but the sky in autumn in the north seems to be higher, and the air in the north seems to be drier and healthier. The feeling that the vegetation is falling and the golden wind is cold seems to be more serious, desolate and quiet in the north. I don't believe you, go to the foot of Xishan Mountain, a farmhouse or an ancient temple, and stay there for three months from August to late October in the lunar calendar. The sense of sadness of the ancients, that is, "autumn is crisp", "Hu Jia is interacting with others and herding horses groaning", is not very felt in the south, but in Peiping, especially in the suburbs, you will really be so sad that you will cry, thinking of thousands of miles and driving. So I say that autumn in Peiping is the real autumn; Autumn in the south is just Indian summer or English weather in Koharu.

Throughout the four seasons in Peiping, every season and every festival has its special benefits; Winter is the time to eat and drink indoors, and autumn is the time to adjust eagles in the suburbs. Spring is beautiful and green, and summer is cool. As for every festival and season, it is another kind of interest for a period of time after being moved, and it is an unconnected middle flavor, but the two are in harmony, such as playing ghosts in Yonghe Palace, lighting in Jingyue Temple, watching peony in Fengtai and looking for plum blossoms in Wansheng Garden.

In Peiping, where culture has been concentrated for five or six hundred years, there are bad months all year round. I cherish my memory in the distance, and I deeply wish her peace and progress. She will be the ancient capital that our Chinese people will preserve forever.

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