Reading famous essays in autumn (2)

Beautiful prose about autumn by famous artists: Shixi, August day in northern Shaanxi

In August, the golden harvest season in northern Shaanxi arrived.

Do you know, my friend, if the most beautiful and bright season in northern Shaanxi is April when Shandandan bloom is a farmer, then I will tell you that the most beautiful and bright season in northern Shaanxi is August.

When the solar term enters the season of August, the vast and intimate Loess Plateau is swaying and drumming, revealing full and charming autumn colors to you.

Only in this season, the plateau temporarily hides its desolate and barren nature, and generously and selflessly presents fruits and harvests to people.

Now, facing the plateau in August, the rice grain belongs to Huang Cancan. Sorghum is red, buckwheat is powdered, cotton is whisked, green pods are black, Chinese cabbage is green, corn is golden, and flue-cured tobacco is green? Colorful autumn colors are patchy, ravines are vertical and horizontal, mountains and rivers are vertical and horizontal. The breeze blew, the crops in the ravine gave off a sweet smell, and the Chuanye Valley burned like a girl's yellow skirt.

The last few late sunflowers in the field were also from Huang Chengcheng, which attracted a few dancing yellow butterflies, full of yellow fragrance. On the quiet and warm path, children push their own unicycle made of sorghum stalks and pumpkins. They are all such small cars. Squeak, the yellow pumpkin spins, spins and stretches slowly. Oh, I haven't seen such a scene for a long time. This reminds me of the French symbolist poet Valle? Harlan's wind wheel?

The breeze in August blew down Mihai, Gulang and red sorghum in Chuanye and Liang Shan. Those beans and millet are rippling, their conical cylindrical broom-shaped spindle-shaped Hamlet-shaped ears are shaking, and their wide, narrow, thick, long and narrow needle-shaped leaves are constantly colliding and rustling. This kind of momentum and scene of grain harvest can only be realized when you arrive in northern Shaanxi. Oh, at this time, you should review the family proverbs describing the bumper harvest of crops in northern Shaanxi. Three buckwheat, four beans and eight? ,? Well, the handle is neat and it's hard to lift it. ? Yes, when you touch a paw full of three buckwheat grains, when you peel off a pod of round beans, and when you wave a sickle to cut off a thick gold thread uniform like a handle, do you think about the hardships that farmers have paid for this bumper harvest? Digging chickens in dog days is not as good as digging hoes in early autumn. . ? Seven times cotton, eight times flowers and nine times old pockmarked feet? . Shiyizhao is a dialect in northern Shaanxi, with many fruits, which require farmers to intensively plow and hoe the ground nine times! So, in the yellow land of the plateau, under the fierce and rough sun of the plateau, a group of descendants of the plateau, dipped in the drops of hard work and sweat, blended the primary colors of abundant autumn?

As the saying goes: autumn millet is cold and dew valley, first frost and then plane sweet potato. Entering these agricultural solar terms in August, the intense harvest began.

At that time, the sky was far away, Langwawa, Gao Shuang. Under the blue sky, barefoot and shirtless farmers can be seen everywhere. They waved sickles and let the August sun bathe their dark backs?

Occasionally, an ancient letter with a high voice and a low voice floated along the ravine:

Flowers bloom on the cliff, red on the cliff,

The suffering people look forward to a better life.

Bowls of flowers bloom on the spot,

I'll turn your white face around

? Shan Ye folk songs echoed in August are rich and long!

Xintianyou, also known as Shuntian Tour and Sour Quer, is a folk song widely circulated in northern Shaanxi. People who catch up call on animals to sing, women spin and sing at home, farmers use it to eliminate fatigue, and masons use it to drive away loneliness. It is a song for farmers to vent their emotions and pin their good feelings.

Perhaps, on the other side of the river, you will hear this answer:

Dude, you're poor and ambitious,

My little sister loves this kind of person.

Twelve knots of hay,

Who betrayed his conscience and vomited black blood?

? Confessions are pure, sweet, bold and spicy.

But most of the time, you will hear? People in northern Shaanxi are straightforward and frank! When the fanatical nature of life beats in their hearts, they even sing rougher and sweeter songs. Since ancient times in northern Shaanxi? A man with clothes on his horse, a saddle on his back and a good aunt on his back? Statement. Therefore, a man's bold pursuit of a woman, or a woman's passionate love for a man, will not be regarded as anything embarrassing.

Hold your breath and listen. Sure enough, the old man who stopped the sheep on the mountain in the distance heard a sad, melancholy, envious and jealous song:

Young people see the advantages of young people,

The old man with white beard burned to ashes.

Oh, sing! Facing familiarity and abundance, facing fatigue and hardship, why not sing it leisurely several times! ? Too tired! They haven't worked tirelessly since the silver-gray dawn. Dewdrops were knocked off by their high trouser legs and often let out a deep breath. As soon as noon rang and the family was hungry, they squatted on the ground, gathered around the rice cooker, had a picnic, and then cut it. The whole field felt a noise and commotion, and all kinds of crops were rushing back to harvest.

Gradually, pieces of crops were cut down, clusters of red sorghum burning like torches gathered together, rows of golden millet swarmed, and a rose-colored buckwheat outline appeared? Comrades who are good at photography, if you aim at the mountains and hills at this moment, what kind of scene will it be: Pingchuan Road, tractors speeding, busy carrying corn cobs and sunflower trays back. Farmers either set up ox carts with rolling wheels, or bring cows from Cleisthenes to slowly pull grain. And in ravines, ravines and foggy twilight, farmers hobble along the road with heavy crops tied several times larger than themselves?

How emotional, colorful and poetic the earth is in August!

The autumn harvest also brought a gorgeous scene to the orchard. Red bananas are bright red, Marshal Huang is bright yellow, and big pears are ripe and leisurely, flashing green light on crooked branches. Grapes are crystal clear, green with purple, and leaves turn intoxicating crimson.

But what is more striking is the endless jujube forest all over the mountains.

The jujube forest in northern Shaanxi has a long history and is magnificent. Every village has a jujube forest around its kiln, cliff, entrance, roadside and yard, and every household has its own jujube forest. Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the dates are ripe and red. Among the yellow-green leaves, there are big red dates that are round and long and as red as pearls and agates. The golden wind is free and easy, and the red dates flutter and sway in the air, from time to time? Collapse? What? Drop some. Jujube playing here will not start until the dates are ripe. In those days, the whole village was in high spirits, and all the neighbors were carrying baskets to help them choose. Men, women and children can scramble to eat. Jujube pickers shake jujube trees, or tap jujube branches with long poles, and jujube immediately falls like red rain, gently hitting the head, face and back of jujube pickers, and immediately dyeing the ground into a carpet. And the generous and warm voices of those who are laughing and eating dates are thrown around?

With the busy autumn, the sound of chains on the threshing floor? Bang bang? It's getting louder every day. On the threshing floor, the old man led the cow, pulled the wheel, shouted and rolled slowly; Strong laborers lined up in two rows of men and women, and began to fight from east to west. The rapidly burning chains roared and hit the unique music of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the plateau! At this time, their mouths unconsciously issued a cheerful song:

Oh?

Master Fengshen, scrape!

Master Fengshen, scrape!

? Oh, ho, ho, hi!

And the most interesting thing is eating? Give a cake? Yes On the day of threshing, when the winnowed cone-shaped grain piles finally piled up in the oblique light of the setting sun, the host's family came onto the stage with several large plates of oil cakes and cakes. This is the custom of farmers offering sacrifices to the Valley God. When entering the field, you should first put a fried golden toad kneaded with flour into the grain pile, and then break the oil cake into small petals for worship in the sky and underground. Finally, after giving the cake to the watching doll, you will call all your good friends and relatives who have helped thresh all day to go home and eat and drink to your heart's content.

? Golden cicada The golden toad folds the laurel, and the grain is abundant. What is the connection between the two, what is the yearning and pursuit? Does it imply that people in heaven and earth * * * enjoy good years? ! The farmer's heart is always a profound and wonderful mystery!

Now is the leap month, and at the end of August, the splendid harvest season is coming to an end, so farmers can catch their breath. Now, in the evening of August in the countryside, there is a faint smoke, and a line of geese flying south are singing and flying freely in the pure and high air. On the hillside in the distance, bees are surrounded by blue fried noodles, and the bronze bells around the cows' necks jingle slowly. At this time, the farm yard is particularly leisurely and beautiful. I might as well take you to the countryside and kiln on the Loess Plateau. My friend, you may have been to many places, but have you ever experienced the unique flavor of these remote mountain villages in August in the Qianshan of the Loess Plateau?

Yes, many people have eulogized the caves in northern Shaanxi, but I want to say that only we in northern Shaanxi really feel and understand the caves in northern Shaanxi. A young poet friend of mine once sang enthusiastically: Now I have walked out from under the bright moon bow window, and I haven't walked out of your affection for a long time; I think mountains and rivers are smiles on the wrinkled face of the plateau. Are you my mother's eyes to see my back? Ah, caves in northern Shaanxi! The world-famous cave in northern Shaanxi, the great cradle! Here, a beautiful woman like that Shandandan was born generation after generation, and a strong young man like a calf was born generation after generation. Also, the song of an ancient melodious letter, the people's revolutionary movement and the most brilliant wisdom thought in the new century were born!

The courtyard of a farmhouse in northern Shaanxi where Lala Sasa lives. Every family is a cave, with earthen kiln or Shi Zhuan hoop. The eaves of the kiln are all pressed up with green slate, and the cowshed and pigsty nest are built beside the kiln or outside the courtyard wall. At this point, the kiln along the slope has begun to build piles of golden haystacks with arched corridors, like constable's landscape paintings. On both sides of the cave, there are strings of red peppers and yellow tobacco leaves. On the doorpost, a string of ears of grain, which were selected as seeds, hung in the cross wind, giving people a novel and unique charm. Bright and exquisite windows, with red paper-cut window grilles, look harmonious and natural.

The host will treat you warmly and friendly. People in northern Shaanxi value it? Door type? . Anyone who gives a cold shoulder to the guests will be immediately ridiculed and scolded by the whole village: the door style is not good. You should also be easy-going and do as the Romans do. If you get on the kang quickly, they will bring a sieve of red dates, a dustpan of pumpkin seeds or delicious popcorn. If you stutter, it tastes thick and strong, otherwise they will still call you? Students are the same as city people. ?

People in northern Shaanxi drink soju and the atmosphere is warm and unique. They sing when they want to drink, and sing when they want to drink. Singing wine songs? .

At the beginning of the banquet, the host should first sing "please ask for a wine song": there are wine songs to sing. In the middle of the square table, ivory chopsticks are scattered all over the floor, and silver pots and gold cups are turned away. Mm-hmm. Oh, hello. ? After singing, I handed the kettle and toasted the guests for three rounds, but the complaining and shouting began.

First, I am young,

Second, when I first went out,

I haven't recognized anyone for three years in my life.

Like a goose alone in a flock of chickens.

Unable to spread their wings,

Cann't let go,

Call on relatives and friends to shoulder more burdens,

Take care of our young people who just went out.

Oh, look how beautiful it is! Romantic and humorous, teasing and humorous. You kill two birds with one stone by praising others and showing yourself.

You can't sing wine songs or drink too much. You must be a little worried. You don't have to worry. Someone will give you a drink. Everyone will take care of you from afar. Then, you can listen to the wine songs handed down from ancient times that they freely sang: Qin Qiong, Zhao Zilong, Li Zicheng, heroes of the world? What does it mean to sing these strong and intense romantic events in the wine field? Oh, I don't know when it was formed, but it is only spread in the loess area of northern Shaanxi.

Northern Shaanxi is called? Hometown of waist and drum? This thing can be played by all ages, even five or six-year-old monkeys can play it twice. As a result, the palm clearing under the feet and in the backcourt immediately became a waist drum field. Four or eight young students immediately waved drumsticks and fought sweetly.

They won't forget their distinguished guests. What must be the first waist encouragement? Three visits? . Next:? Phoenix nodded three times? ,? Golden rooster independence? ,? Qinglong's unique tail wagging dance is dazzling. It is a rough, vigorous and unrestrained force modeling! No wonder foreigners have always lamented that they have to go to northern Shaanxi to see the authentic art of the Chinese nation! Perhaps the most exciting thing is. Wild horses divide their manes? 、? In public? A few tricks, absolutely wonderful! Companionship? Bang bang bang? Strong rhythm, tiger-like strength, fierce strength, vicious strength, crazy strength, wild strength, momentum and charm are all vividly displayed! Drums are urging, hammers are flying, boys jump into the air, and at the moment when they beat drums under their legs, they suddenly look so mighty and heroic!