On the depth of solar terms

We are amazed by the twenty-four solar terms, not only because of their strange coincidence and accurate correspondence with phenology and seasons, but also because of their oriental pastoral scenery and China's classical poetry-like names. These are the magnificent essence of language, and the simplicity and beauty of expression they embody make our later Chinese users not only proud but also ashamed.

"Quiet person", the juxtaposition of two Chinese characters, magically constitutes a vivid picture and endless stories. As you can imagine, thousands of sleeping dark creatures were awakened in the distant thunder. They opened their sleepy eyes and opened their doors to the sun like saints. This is a solar term with the color of "promotion" and "reform", which reflects the passive, passive and waiting state of the object, showing a trace of well-meaning offense and intervention, just like a country inn owner shaking his guests in the morning: "Wake up, guest, it's almost dawn, it's time to go."

As if in response to this "revolutionary" solar term, it was cloudy for several days in a row, and it suddenly cleared up today (not because of rain or wind). The whole sky is like a blue lake or pond in a deep forest. From the center to the shore, according to its depth, the color of water gradually fades. The wheat has turned green. Looking at the furry new green with clear eyes under the sunshine, you will feel that it is not only a baby-like wheat seedling, but also green itself has life. On both sides of ravines and roads, grass has broken ground, and its color is as eye-catching as newspaper headlines. Willow sticks out the tongue-shaped leaf buds of birds, and the arched buds of poplar remind you of the budding angle of deer. In the field, I noticed ten birds (suspected larks) flying irregularly in groups; They are like elves, sensitive, restless, up and down; Their feathers are similar to soil, and they will disappear without a trace when they fall; I tried to search for them with binoculars several times, but I never got a clear view (another thing that caught my attention was that a girl in a red coat kept coming and going on the sidewalk beside the road on the outer edge of the high-tech industrial development zone in the distance). Lovely childlike innocence, new vitality, the joy of not knowing before, the rising breath and the fence on the horizon. At this time, the whole field is like a kindergarten under the care of the sun.

"I am shocked and warm." After the sting, spring finally arrived on its mountain.