What is Lin Qingxuan's prose with 24 solar terms as its main content?

The cold in January

The cold is at its peak.

It's too high to the limit

There is no impurity in the cold forest in the sun, and the coldness in the air seems to come from the far north of my hometown, with a little acacia and the subtle unrecognizable camel bell.

The sun said to the mountain, "Give me some more green." .

Dashan said to the sun, Give me some more warmth.

The air said to the hill: Give me another cloud and a handful of acacia.

We snuggled up to each other to keep warm. After all, it was freezing and the temperature was extremely high.

Beginning of spring in February.

Beginning of spring,No. 1 1 7: 001minute is the last section.

The underground caterpillar said to the green frog on the lotus leaf, "Please tell me if the moonlight begins to shine gently."

"I'm busy! I also want to tell eggplant, taro, watermelon, urn vegetables, meat beans and lucky vegetables that it is time for them to sprout. " Said the frog.

"Then who will tell me that spring is coming?" Said the worm.

"You can listen to the thunder in the distance or the footsteps of the maids!" Said the frog.

The caterpillar continued to listen. The first thing it heard was the sound of blood flowing from the sprouting grass.

March fear

"When it thunders, the stinging insects all jump out, hence the name" sting ".

We can wait for the first thunder in spring and go to the grassland. The stingers who thought it was an earthquake rustled and told each other that the thunder was in spring, and I don't know why it hit the ground this time. The grasshoppers laughed. In fact, thunder shakes the earth every year, but the life of stinger is very short. I don't know what happened last year!

In the distant childhood memory, we like to go to the grassland to catch stinging insects in spring. A grass sticks into the hole, and the stinger bites tightly, just like biting spring.

Childhood memories under the old tree, remembered in March, are particularly warm as spring.

Qingming in April

"Everything is clean and bright, and everything is clean and bright, so it is named."

This time, let's go to see the gentle grassland and warm white clouds in April! Because if the grass is green and the clouds are white in April, there will be no more scenery to enjoy this year.

However, don't forget to calm your heart gently before you leave, and observe the dialogue between the sky and the flower tree with a clear mood.

I went out and felt surrounded by the wind. I said to a small yellow flower in bud, "Dear, don't fall asleep in April."

Xiaoman in May

It suddenly began to rain, and we have no right to refuse the rain in the sky. We always accept it silently.

Standing under the eaves to shelter from the rain, I thought: Why does the rain in early summer never come from the ground? At this time, I have some beautiful feelings, as if my heart was wet by the rain. Every time I think about it, one year, it was such a May, such a sudden early summer rain, and I ran across the rainy street with a beloved person.

Rushed into the arcade under the eaves, looked up and saw a stone carving on the side wall. The stone carving is still there today, but the people who walked through the rainy road together are gone.

The rain always stops suddenly in May.

The sunshine falls from the sky with a smile.

Liuyuemang seed

"When there is awn valley, it will have no effect, so it is called awn seed."

Flying over the fields by train, I occasionally see farmers planting rice seedlings in the fields. Small green trees are particularly gentle in the wind, even making people forget that every plant has a string of sweat.

What a beautiful name. Rice bears it, wheat ears bear it, sorghum waves are it, chrysanthemums bloom in the wild wind ... sometimes I feel the falling sunshine, and it is also it.

In the bright June, we can feel the light flowing everywhere.

Ear seeds are deeply planted in light. At some special times, I call your name, just like planting light.

Summer heat in July

The roses in the garden have not bloomed since they withered last year.

The leaves are still green and the branches are strong. Only on a rainy night, the window is covered with fog, from which I can see my lonely self last year.

When I came back from the seaside this time, I accidentally saw the flower buds formed by roses. I was surprised to feel that I had found a tender mood when I was young. This little summer heat in Kobanawa made me feel my true self.

Soaking in a cup of "Biluochun", I watched the roses struggling to bloom in the summer heat wave, and suddenly I heard the sound of the waves brought back from the distant seaside, scouring the headland of my heart wave after wave.

Early autumn in August

"Autumn training: every grain is ripe."

I woke up in my dream, opened the window and found moonlight in the sky.

It seems that I just fell asleep. Why did I suddenly wake up from my dream?

I really had a dream just now. I tried to recall the dream, but all the plots disappeared, leaving only an ancient, elegant and quiet cloister, where there were soft footsteps, as if stepping on my heart one by one.

Let me continue this dream! I made such a wish when I was lying down.

Sure enough, I walked into the veranda again, at my own pace, and went to the exit after a thousand turns. It turned out that the exit was full of red leaves, and the sun set all over the floor.

It turned out to be autumn, and I sighed softly in the cloister.

September White Dew

"Yin Qi gradually became heavier and condensed into dew, hence the name Bailu."

Several lush trees, washed away by clouds and time, are full of vicissitudes. I stood at the highest place on the mountain and looked down. Clouds are flowing like waves under my feet, and birds are singing behind me. I seem to understand the mood of the tree standing here-I can see far from the highest place, but I also have to bear the high sadness and the first wave of the Millennium.

Migratory birds will probably fly over here soon and go to the seaside in the south, right?

At this time, standing on the misty mountain, I closed my eyes, as if I saw the beautiful coast of the south.

Early October frost

I may not see you again easily when I leave you this time.

After dusk, I will have a real start. Let the gentle sunset glow in the sky be the final witness. One day I will see the same beautiful sunset, and I will think of you whenever and wherever.

First frost has risen, the wind is slow, and the tears are light. I had to leave quietly for the tragedy in out of the dark.

When I left, I felt that the night was so cold, and a chill pierced my heart.

Early winter in November

"Winter, eventually." When the time came for beginning of winter, everything came to fruition, so it was called beginning of winter. "

If you want to understand youth, you must first know that youth has an end.

It is a natural presentation to be happy for bloom and sad for the falling flowers, so that we can never know the lost time.

When lilacs are in full bloom in the garden, let's drink the oolong of spring!

In winter, all the flowers are gone, and kapok blooms alone. Let's dry the heater, listen to Vivaldi and have coffee!

How beautiful winter is! The last kapok falling from that branch is absolutely beautiful!

1February winter solstice

"After eating this bowl of glutinous rice balls, you will be one year older." On the solstice of winter, my mother always says so.

Jiaozi cooked by my mother is especially delicious, especially on cold winter nights, which is also related to the legend of growing up.

After eating dumplings, our whole family got together to drink hot tea and watched the steaming heat persist in the cold climate for a long time. My father makes tea. He drinks it every day. But that day, he looked at us and said, "Sure enough, he grew up again."

This is the memory of winter from many years ago to Sunday. After my father died, on the solstice of winter, I often think of the tea he made, and the fragrance of the tea is still on my cheeks.