May silhouette

In the limited time and space in May, the morning light and oblique light are devouring the night every day, and your body is constantly expanding and stretching during the day; By the end of May, the brighter and brighter sun rises from due east to south and sets from due west to north, and its voyage is getting longer and longer.

Once, people said that May was red (red May), but in fact, May was green. Burroughs wrote in "Fresh Yuan Ye": "May never seems to leave, thus creating such a full of green. This kind of green is gentle, clear and transparent, growing and updating at any time. This green color is continuous like raindrops, and it spreads endlessly, covering mountains, cliffs and valleys. " Li Xiaoyu, a poet, said in Night: "In a faint way, light thunder rolled across the horizon, telling the tropical place/green hometown"; She is talking about the geographical location of green. If the "tropical" in the poem is removed, in terms of time, May is also the hometown of green. Along the way from the cold wind and drizzle in early spring, green has gradually grown up and matured. When I look at May, which is about to leave, I find it beautiful and lovely, amiable and respectable.

Roaming begins in May in summer. "Dressing in disorder in the Spring and Autumn Period", the beautiful enchanting spring that is hot and cold, makes people feel that it is alive and kicking, erratic and unpredictable. Since May, the warm temperature has stabilized, and the green is half bright and half beautiful. Uncover the veil of flowers, warm and green in early summer, affectionate as the sea, infinite vitality.

People say that "green symbolizes life and hope." This is not wrong, but it has a deeper and more lasting significance. Green is not the whole of life, but the external expression of fresh life. Green is the primary color of life, and it is the color that the primitive life germinates first and continues. It flashed in an accidental lucky opportunity hundreds of millions of years ago, and it showed its precious life unswervingly and perseveringly.

The green of life has made one's own life, and at the same time, it has constantly created more brand-new life. All living things are children of green life. As written in Summer Travels: "Summer is lovely, but winter is terrible. According to an old Norwegian legend, there was no summer in those years when the gods declined. We instinctively think that summer is the normal state of the earth and winter is abnormal. Summer is' deserved', as if our hearts subconsciously returned to some tropical origin, some kind of Eden full of summer green. "

The Garden of Eden is a scene imagined by people in the age of ignorance, but the real situation is that human beings were born and evolved from green forests and stood up and walked towards green Yuan Ye without hesitation; It has created human life and is also the cradle of raising human beings. Because of this, in our bones and blood, there is a deep love and attachment to green.

The green shadow waved at will is light and quiet, bright and pleasant, which makes people feel refreshed; But sometimes it is eerie, anxious and fearful, sad and timid; "The spring waves under the injured bridge are green" and "there is sadness around the cold mountain". Perhaps our thoughts will extend to the distance, imagining the fragrant or Leng Yan in the myth, and more likely the forest banshee with green face and fangs, which makes a young green soul feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

Wake up at every dawn in May with birds singing. The birds singing one after another is clean and ethereal, crisp and faint, so affectionate, so melodious, so gentle and clear, so tactfully beautiful in silence! Birds' songs are closely related to green. There is no euphemistic bird song in winter. Although a bird is found by accident, it will never sing. In May, all songbirds open their voices and indulge in singing, because green gives them a good mood, lively life and beautiful melody.

Between heaven and earth, there are natural and primitive melodies and rhymes everywhere. Romain rolland said: Singing is the foundation of all music. Maybe he's right. But if we go back to ancient times, did the euphemistic songs of birds start the journey of human singing and music? Zhuangzi divided sound (including singing, of course) into three levels, namely, nature, earth and people. Is the sound of birds natural or earthy? In short, it is one level higher than people. In fact, the songs of birds when they are happy are not inferior to those of the most beautiful, ethereal and touching people.

Sometimes I think how touching it would be if that bird could sing the Scottish folk song Auld Lang Syne. Of course, it comes from the environment and cultural heritage of a region, as well as the national character. Burroughs said when he was roaming England and Scotland: "Loneliness comes not from the static trees and the dim scenery in the forest, but from the severity and melancholy presented by the vast and open space." This natural environment creates the charm of birds: "There are no complicated elements in the tune, but sincere joy and frankness, which are also mixed with a little sadness, just like the sunshine plating a layer of gold on the treetops, pointing directly at people's hearts." * I don't know whether there are tears in the eyes of birds when they sing, and whether there is sweet melancholy in their feelings. Is human singing imitating the sound of birds? Is the singing of birds the inspiration or source of songs and music?

"No one knows how many kinds of creatures there are today. It is estimated that there are 400 to 100 million species. So many creatures have the same characteristics-survival and reproduction. " * * Thanks for the warm gift in May, which is the breeding season for birds. They are very hard-working and busy. Young birds with yellow mouths hatch, and parents work harder. In the low air, in the wild and on the river, birds come and go in a hurry to feed.

When a new life of any similar species begins, its expression and movements are exactly the same. The easiest thing to observe is ourselves. If you look at two or more newborn babies casually, there is almost no difference, especially for birds. A brood of chicks huddled in the nest, naked, or buried in a deep sleep, or with their necks high, Zhang Kaiming's yellow mouth and eyes closed, shaking their heads, as if their long necks could not bear the weight of their heads. Before long, when the feathers are getting full, they will flap their wings, as if they were in high spirits and dancing, waiting for or urging their parents to feed with their mouths open.

Once the bird jumps out of the nest, it can fly. The old bird never taught them. It's instinct. Young birds are already learning to fly when they keep flapping their wings and waiting for their parents to feed them. "For parents, slapping is obviously not just a symbol of hunger. Besides expressing the enhancement of flying muscles, it also includes other meaning. It is an important link in the instinctive behavior chain that makes birds live in the air. j？ Henry? Fabers made a typical experiment with a mud bee in the rural area of Provence, explaining how the activity of this insect constitutes an instinctive behavior chain, and each action is connected in turn and introduced into the next action. With so many young birds, under this instinctive mechanism that makes the first-born birds leave the nest, one action and another action are integrated. " * * * After the young bird leaves the nest, it will never come back. Just like us, it is impossible to climb in without infancy. A bird's life, besides having children and building nests, is wandering and living with trees.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers. In the green of May, the grass in vilen is dotted with small flowers. They are lovely, but fragmentary and simple. Only pomegranate flowers on a tree are particularly enchanting and gorgeous. "clause deep Ming Xia, pomegranate curtain open. It's noon when the ground is covered with trees, and I dream of the sound of a Oriole. " Pomegranate flowers are as smooth and clean as satin petals. In the rich green, they are like bright red flames at night. The breeze stopped, the flowers were quiet, and they looked infatuated and dreamlike, as if they were remembering a good time, and a slight smile wave rippled on their faces. The newly born fruit is like an orange pearl. After growing up, the front of the fruit splits into six sharp corners, and the back is like a small round drum, which is far from maturity.

May is not pure green. The wheat waves rolled over the vast fields. Its golden yellow covers almost every field in May. Great and kind wheat keeps us from starving everywhere, and we can write glorious history and create a bright future from generation to generation.

In this harvest season, people who are splashing on the yellow land are filled with the joy of harvest. A long time ago, there was a popular poem praising the scenery and laborers in May: "A piece of green becomes a piece of yellow, yellow is wheat, and green is a seedling. Who embroidered the world of flowers? Working people have a pair of hands. "

The wheat was harvested, followed by transplanting. After the vast and flat fields are filled with clear water, it seems that there is a mirror lying flat on the ground to look after the sky. The sun is burning on your head and your feet are muddy. If you are exhausted and dizzy, there is no place to sit down. But in the eyes of onlookers, the sky is full of white clouds, the mountains are green, the rice fields are as smooth as mirrors, and the smoke is curling. Not far from the rice transplanter, one or two egrets are leisurely foraging for shrimp and earthworms among the green seedlings in the water-what a quiet and beautiful pastoral scenery! I don't know "who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard". ?

The rolling wheat wave is the last golden color. In May, when I left, it had been cleaned up, dressed in a simple green suit, dotted with a little lavender and white patterns, and plunged into the arms of June, turning into a cordial nostalgia and yearning for autumn and winter.

* Fresh vilen, page 25, 105.

* * Life-Extraordinary World, p. 1 1

* * * Summer Travels, page 20 1

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