Solar Term Fragments in Xiaoman's Prose

The shortcut to spring is from the eyes to the heart. Although there has just been a heavy snow in the northeast, the real spring is still far away, but the pace of solar terms is still ringing. Therefore, I still feel the spring, budding in my heart.

"Everything is surprised, surprised for thunder. Therefore, it is a thorn, and it is a thorn that leaves. " Spring thunder is still brewing, insects are still sleeping, and the figure of spring always lags behind its footsteps. For example, it will take another month or two to hear the thunder that wakes up all dormant things.

I remember when I was a child, in the village on the black land, the first thunder rolled every spring, and the old people would look at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance and recite the half sentence of the agricultural proverb handed down by their ancestors: "Thunder strikes 180." Then calculate/kloc-one day after 0/80 days, that day, frost began.

In the solar terms of a year, only spring is out of touch with reality. After the long summer, the season quickened its pace. So we all know the solar terms in spring, and we always get some fragments from books, and then we will experience and verify them one by one in the future.

When the old people listen to the thunder rolling on the horizon, when their eyes travel far between the clear world, we run in the long east wind. Scared for half a month, it has entered the second month of the lunar calendar. The book says that in distant places, peaches and plums have sprouted and orioles have begun to sing. Really far away, in time and space. When we are running in the wilderness outside the village, we will suddenly hear several cuckoo calls. The sound falls from the sky, with a long aftertaste, leading our steps. Look up at the sky and look for that little figure.

This is a very accidental thing. Rhododendron mostly appears in large numbers in late spring and early summer. This one, what a diligent one, flew from nowhere, with sunshine and Changfeng on its wings and a mysterious mission flying before our eyes early. It is not spring thunder, but calls for things on the earth in another tone.

And those dormant creatures, although still asleep, have already moved towards the export of dreams. It's as if we were bound for a whole winter, running on the land where the snow hasn't melted, as if we were running out of a long dream. Although there is no thunder and no peaches and plums in spring, I have the most beautiful expectations in my heart. So, that's enough. It's not disappointment.

On a sunny day in 1999, after a snowfall, the sky was fresh and washed, and the hair and skirts were covered with sunshine. Those snows are also slowly burning on the earth, emitting shallow warmth. Therefore, although the river has not thawed, the eyes are soft and flowing; Although the vegetation is not bright, the bottom of my heart is colorful and brilliant. It turns out that my sleeping heart has long been awakened.

At this time of year, the spring is getting better and better. The huge winter has drifted away behind us, and there are still many addicted dreams. In our life, there will always be a thunder, which will dispel depression and confusion and sprout hope in our hearts. The front is a new beginning, and everything is lush.

Second, the vernal equinox

Spring is a child.

His eyes are like the sky and running water, Ming Che. He has experienced vigorous growth and can finally walk at the vernal equinox. He laughed, ran, fell, got up and was covered in mud.

The land of the vernal equinox is dry, but it is still not here. Our children in this spring have just melted the ice and snow with laughter, and the earth is soft and muddy. The figure of spring is clear, leaving only a shallow footprint in winter. The warm breath flows between heaven and earth, and the season is waiting for the elves who want to wake up. Perhaps at this time, the swallow is returning home, chasing the footsteps of spring on the cloud road.

Rain comes occasionally, but it is short-lived, holding a tentative attitude and hesitating to leave at the touch of a hair. The wind continued, dragging its long tail and sweeping away the water and mud on the earth. The fields are still lonely, the snow is gone, and the black land is bare with a kind of expectation. It's still early for farming, and the seeds in the barn can't wait.

Spring begins to get deeper. I envy the central plains or the south, and the earth is full of vitality. Willow is weeping, grass is growing, warblers are flying, springs are like eyes, and tourists are like weaving. This is the beauty of imagination. We have nothing to step on here. If we have to go out for a walk, we can only tread the wind, the sun and hope.

After reading Ouyang Yongshu's "Ruan Langgui", the spring came to my face. It's mid-spring in Nanyuan, and the wind is blowing, which smells like Ma Si. "。 Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. "Although the northeast is also in mid-spring, Mei didn't come to settle down, Liu Ye woke up, and the butterfly was still trying to move forward in this life in the cocoon of past lives.

I like the vernal equinox, where yin and yang are equally divided, and it is cold and hot day and night. Just like middle-aged me, I have come to the dividing line before and after my life. No matter looking back or looking forward, here and now, it is peaceful and brilliant.

Although the north and the south are far apart, on this day, some things are the same. It is a special feeling that the first day of the year is equal to day and night. Just like giving and receiving are equivalent, just like leisure and enrichment are equivalent, just like happiness and sadness are equivalent, just like cold and warmth are equivalent. Day and night are in perfect harmony and have not changed. Although there are only two days in a year, this is the end and the beginning.

In this solar term, we are not only observing and imagining. We took off our heavy clothes and trousers, walked in the east wind and stepped on the soft soil, feeling light and ready to fly. I remember when I was a child, on such a sunny day, several children in our neighbor's house would tie a rope to two poplar trees in the South Garden, which was a simple swing. So the season is shaking in front of us, and it is with heaven and earth. Although the willows are not comfortable and the flowers are not sprouting, my heart is full of happy flowers.

Half of spring has passed, and the other half is still going on. Whether it's cold or depression, it's heading for prosperity after all. The beautiful date has begun, and the colorful dream has begun.

Therefore, the vernal equinox is still the most beautiful love in my heart, just like this moment in my life.

Third, Qingming

For a long time, I deliberately avoided this day. Or pass by in a hurry, or turn a blind eye, as if a ray of sad thoughts melted in the weathered rain, making my heart full of clouds.

Later, I gradually realized that Qingming refers to a solar term, not just this day. But this day, it is rare to have a sunny day, and the rain in ancient poetry has not stopped today. Clear sky Wan Li, everything is clear, but it begins with a day of chaos or a drizzle.

The wind has begun to blow endlessly. When my family was in the northeast plain, every day in this solar term, the wind and clouds surged and swept the world. When we were children, we liked to run in the wind, with cloth flags flying overhead. The earth is soft, and I am attached to the feeling of falling, just like throwing myself into a huge and warm embrace. Cuckoo birds have increased, flying from the distant sky, and a bunch of crows have fallen, filling the whole village.

Life gradually appeared on the earth, rivers opened, singing crisp songs all the way, sending away the sky and clouds. Occasionally, in some places, the grass has sprouted and hid shyly. Trees are quietly changing their colors and smiling little by little. Farming hasn't started yet, and warmth is accumulating in the fields.

Occasionally there will be rain, the rain is thin and slightly cold. It's not very touching. I often order it, and it will be over in a moment. Come and go without a trace, but it has also wetted the streamer and moistened everything.

In any case, it is not the season of late spring. The central plains and the south have already blossomed, and our place has just begun to flourish. The picture of the long grass warbler flying is the first stroke on the canvas.

Later, usually in the last day or two of Tomb-Sweeping Day's anger, swallows will be seen in the sky. Those are some early swallows. They flew over countless colorful flowers and flew back to the warm nest under the distant eaves without attachment. When swallows come, spring will stand firm. Although it is a little slow, it will not miss every beautiful detail.

I always appreciate the simplicity and happiness in many ancient poems. In ancient times, Qingming was a simple and cheerful festival, and various customs lingered for a period of spring.

Go for an outing, it doesn't belong here and now. Those greens on the great plains have just been born and can't stand our cheerful steps. Our large-scale outing here was on the Dragon Boat Festival, more than two months later. However, swings have existed for a long time. When the snow melted, we, as teenagers, had already taken off with two trees and a rope.

Kites will still fly to the sky, with all our happiness. I remember it was also in Tomb-Sweeping Day, which seemed far away. My uncle was making a big gossip kite. We surrounded there, our faces full of excitement. Our happiness is already ready, just waiting for the mighty good wind to send our hearts into the clear sky. Running children, long queues, kites flying high, pure days, leisurely clouds and crisp smiles, I think this is the most beautiful picture of spring.

Then, I still like Qingming. I like that it is a Spring Festival, which brings us fresh feelings. So Qingming, not only the world and eyes are clear, but also our hearts will be as clear as water drops, such as the cold and warm rain.

Fourth, Xiaoman

Small full birds come to the whole.

In my eyes, this is a solar term about birds. All kinds of birds have come and are singing in the mountains. The figure of migratory birds glides like a dream on the horizon, leaving a bunch of crows behind. When you fall into your heart, it becomes a memory.

Hometown, small village and teenagers on the Great Plains, in this sunny solar term, * * * watched the prosperity of a season together. Brand-new seedlings have grown on the earth, and their eyes are full of poems. Cuckoo is still flying high, swallows are busy under the eaves, sparrows are gathering and scattering, and many unknown birds are flying and dancing in the sparse forest on the south dam of the village.

I like to stand in the sun and let my eyes and thoughts fly in the wind. In that land, how many footprints I left, all flowing with the years. The only lingering thing is the attachment in my heart. The farther I go, the closer I get.

Xiaoman is still a solar term about wild vegetables. Many people sneak into the mountains to find those wild vegetables. Xiaoxing 'anling is rich in products, and there are even many kinds of wild vegetables. I like the feeling of searching over mountains, as if every encounter is a good start. Sometimes when I meet a white azalea, I fly leisurely.

Some flowers have withered and flowed down the mountain stream, and the fish will go upstream to chase a kind of happiness I don't know.

In my hometown, there are also many wild vegetables, but they are the most common. It didn't take long for the woman to blossom, and she looked forward to the dandelion that landed behind. More is Qin Ma Cai, bitter, but memorable.

I crossed the threshold of a long summer, and at this point in summer, I began to get better and better.

Xiaoman, a charming and philosophical name. Just like my mood in this solar term, it is full of pure happiness, just like my childhood days.

Before long, catkins began to fly all over the sky, as light as a dream, touching the curtain and touching people, dotted with the same light mood. Just like the footsteps of childhood, as if a gust of wind can blow. At this time, the atmosphere is transparent, and I like to run on the earth in my mother's cloth shoes. Now that I think about it, there should be many flowers and stories growing in the footprints. As long as I look back, I will meet my heart.

I like this solar term, Xiaoman, just like coming for my heart. It walks with the mood in the beautiful process, and every farewell is full of expectations, looking forward to meeting again.

Today, at a friend's house, two swallows flew in through the open door, circled around, and then landed on the heating pipe, crowing relatively, as if telling each other love stories in a small complete day.

Swallows are as happy as people.

Then, in this beautiful half month, cherish it with your heart. Then, holding that beauty, we will go to all the sun, moon and fleeting time.

Five, awn species

This is a solar term lost in the singing of birds. Summer is getting deeper and deeper, the sun is superimposed on the earth, and the new crops are happy in the long wind. Walking in such a world, every footprint is warm and can grow into a beautiful story.

Ear seed, in our black land, is a solar term that has nothing to do with the name. All kinds of farming have been basically completed, and no crops with awns need to be harvested in summer. Therefore, this solar term still exists in our hearts. Just like a symbol, there is a love that is separated in time.

Flourishing catkins, with the sunshine all over the sky, sway into the scenery in the eyes. I liked myself when I was a child. Two swallows that occasionally fly into the house light up all my dreams. An unexpected rain washed this solar term in childhood as bright as eyes. Or take a flower dog, run in the wind, in the sun, at the foot of the village, leaving a simple and happy ballad all the way.

The season is like running water, and the awn seed is the brightest and warmest section. Like a touching story, all the plots have just begun. Every detail emerges in your mind and gathers bit by bit. Your heart is like a windy island, full of stars in the sound of waves. I remember that in the distant night, the sound of frogs fluctuated intensively from today, like continuous waves, and the dream became a swaying boat, sailing to the endless meadow in the south of the village.

I have always liked watching a dream of red mansions. The 27th and most beautiful time, many unforgettable stories happened there, such as Baochai flapping butterflies and A Dai jade burying flowers. That day, it was mango. The book describes in detail the scene of women offering sacrifices to the goddess of flowers in the Grand View Garden at the Mango Festival, which is very lively and beautiful.

And we don't have these beautiful customs here, and we don't have tea, and we don't know anything about tea. I only remember that when I was a child, in the days of the canopy, the apricot and cherry trees in Nanyuan had already withered, and one tree was green and covered with small green fruits. In my eyes, they conjure up a hopeful beauty, and I have expectations in my heart, so all the waiting days are sweet.

Everything is just right in this solar term. There is no cold in the spring, and the summer heat has not come yet. The shade on the mountain is not old, the running water is still cool, the clouds are still light, the time is slow and the vicissitudes are far away. Although the flowers are gone, all the beautiful things in my heart are budding. Just like the new ripples on the water, it is a perfect plot.

What a good half-month! There is strength in quiet beauty, and the most unforgettable ones are connected in series all summer. Quietly holding a book, sitting by the window, holding the sunshine in June, the movement of crystal curtains, the reflection on the balcony, the fleeting steps are gentle and slow, as beautiful as fairy tales and legends.

When it is quiet, life is beautiful; The heart is not crowded and the world is far away; When the desire in my heart fades, I can love it rain or shine. Simple and relaxed, even the load on your body is the weight of fragrance, such as the flower seller who once carried a bright flower on his shoulder.

Therefore, although there is no harvest and no seeds on our land, I have harvested something in my heart and continued to sow many beautiful seeds.