Autumn wind, intoxicated night
Of the four seasons, I like summer the least. Perhaps it is excessive laziness, overnutrition and getting fatter every day. Summer vacation is still a godsend. A mountain city south of 35 degrees north latitude, nesting in the central and western parts of horseshoe-shaped Kansai. Every summer, like a soup pot, the hot air steamed the whole world, making it less energetic and poetic. The weather is very hot and dry. I urged the cool summer to leave quickly in my mind. God is not as easy to deal with as man. He can retreat from flattery, escape from cursing and swearing, and escape from punching and kicking. Instead, it has become more and more violent. With the fierceness and arrogance of filariasis, it bakes flowers, trees and insects, and bakes men and women through ultraviolet rays. I began to miss autumn and look forward to it, like a couple I haven't met for a long time, looking through autumn water and longing for a lover to appear.
I told my wife about my helplessness and anger in summer, and she was dissatisfied. My wife's dissatisfaction is not aimed at summer, but at my anger. Living in an air-conditioned room and playing in the idle weather is more competitive than Ximenpo migrant workers' market every day. Bigger than heaven and earth, be content. My wife is a fan in summer, with dresses, beautiful legs, high-heeled sandals and fashionable umbrellas. Summer is the best time to show off. Sunshine also makes people bright and enthusiastic. If God is designed for women in summer, then a beautiful river beach will flow under the scorching sun. Different ways, no common goal. Lovers talk too much. The physiological and psychological feelings of seasons obviously vary from person to person in details. Even couples who live in the same world, live under the same roof and sleep in the same bed are not immune, unable to reach an agreement, or even the opposite.
Yes, air conditioning can bring coolness, but this coolness is short-lived. In particular, the staff who need to work by hands and feet and sweat to support their families. The long summer is spent outdoors. What's more, the temperature of the mechanism has lost its original taste, and the air factor lacks oxygen and calcium. I feel guilty and timid after staying for a long time. When I left the air-conditioned room and went outside, I felt dizzy and starry, followed by pain in my shoulders and elbows. Air conditioning can soak hard bones and crisp bones. The dormant inflammation at the joints swings up and down from the joints, searching around like a bamboo knife, and the pain can't be suppressed. This makes people miss the crisp and golden autumn.
It's really good rain, and the Weihe River roared. After the thick clouds rolled, there was lightning and thunder, followed by a heavy rain, followed by a few days of rain, and the temperature plummeted. It's like a dance drama. The melody didn't go through the door and the scene didn't pave the way, so it reached the climax of the plot and was fascinating. Looking through the calendar, we have passed the solar terms in beginning of autumn. In terms of festivals, it can be regarded as the threshold to enter autumn. "The spring rain surprises the spring and the valley, the mountains and rivers are connected in summer, the autumn dew is frosty, and the winter is snowy." Twenty-four solar terms are the threshold of twenty-four years, and beginning of autumn announces the arrival of autumn.
In the wild at the northern foot of Qinling Mountains, the breath of autumn is much stronger and clearer than that of mountain cities. The city is a deposit of reinforced concrete, and the seasonal cycle is only the change of clothes thickness, whether to burn the boiler or turn on the air conditioner. Living in a city, cold and warm only slightly touches the slow natural reaction, and it is only a pure physiological function. Being away from nature means being away from the season, without the wildness and wildness of nature. The days became chaotic and empty, as if the level and order of ecological phenology evolution had disappeared. "Miss disturbs the class and air conditioning disturbs the four seasons", all of which originated from the gossip of the city and penetrated the loss and helplessness in the evolution of civilization. Out of the city gate to the suburbs, and then spend some legs and feet to the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, where the boredom and chaos in the city are clearly defined, as obvious and vivid as day and night.
The first thing that catches your eye is the tree. Flourishing poplars. Elegant willow. The vibrant Sophora japonica in Gu Zhuo. Trees of different heights and thicknesses stand in vibrant green against the comfortable blue sky, and the blue sky is so heavy and clear. The dust in the depth of time is absorbed by the rich green leaves, and after photosynthesis, it swallows the noise all the way, leaving an overwhelming freshness. The fields are dense and heavy, and the farm fruits returned by the land have been exposed in a large area after several months of brewing. Corn, sorghum, apple orchards and pear orchards, just like Renoir's oil paintings, cut the vision into crowded pieces with magical brushstrokes, so that you can feel, appreciate, discover and sigh with your eyes. The fringed cornfields, the red-flaming sorghum ears and the Fuji apple Dangshan crisp pears covered with branches make Yan Huang's bright red and green variegated colors rich and exaggerated, and they are really colorful at your fingertips. Brilliant red and green in Yan Huang, the three most enthusiastic pigments in nature, are full of the earth's color swatches. It is enough to have three colors like this in autumn. The most magical hue of nature has been blended by autumn fingers, clumsy, quiet and lively. Sunlight is as soft as silk. Although the light is bright white, like tin and many luminous metals, it is as warm as jade. Wise ancients regarded wood as spring and gold as autumn, and autumn naturally had unusual significance. The vegetation and crops in the sky and on the surface have been scrubbed by the metal Qiu Guang, becoming more and more pure and bright.
I like to take a random book, run to the foot of the Qinling Mountains and sit on the grass by the Qingxi River. I didn't read much in books, but my eyes were robbed by wild scenery. Feel the autumn fields, the mood is unusually comfortable and comfortable, some wonderful. The troubles of the past sink into the light and shadow of autumn, making my mind clear and mellow, slowly giving myself a kind of joy, and then throwing myself into a kind of intoxication and abandoning the annoying dust troubles. The riverside is like the placenta in the belly of Qinling Mountain, which breeds all kinds of flowers and plants. Wild chrysanthemum, wild cotton, delphinium and autumn flowers cling to vines, spread along the stream bank, spread the fragrance of petals, and penetrate into the softest place in my heart, itchy. Looking closely at an autumn chrysanthemum, the leaves are as fresh as spring chrysanthemum, but more tenacious and reserved, thick and textured. The leaves are covered with a fine, soft and greasy white powder, the tentacles are smooth and smooth, and the thin and fluttering veins spread out from the green of the leaves. As if you can hear a silent pulse, let your eyes look for the legend behind the old days. I clearly found that chrysanthemum petals, like a wind wheel, stood tenaciously in the sun and turned right. What magical power makes orange petals tirelessly chase the running direction of the sun? The finely divided time, sometimes thicker than the continuous mountains, adds more symbolic value and significance, and also gives birth to many feelings, desolate and abstract. Dust falls in the distance of autumn leaves and flowers, splashing ripples, floating fairy tales from page to page, reading aloud in the wind of years.
In fact, autumn night is more charming. The setting sun falls on the back beam of the western hills, and the afterglow makes the mountain city feel quiet and slow. Twilight is getting closer and closer, and the autumn night is coming to an end. I stood at the window, and in the distance was the dark Qinling Mountains, which looked like a silhouette in the moonlight at night. The autumn wind blows from the riverbed, gently rubbing your cheeks and cooling your heart. The moon hung low, like hanging overhead, and the moonlight shone brightly on the ground. A few stars, pushed far away by the moon, blink back and scatter tiny bright spots. The streets and alleys of the city are still repeatedly measured by those nostalgic nocturnal shoes. Cricket is the happiest messenger in autumn night, screaming with a long voice to compete with the pop music in the karaoke bars. There are too many stories and feelings hidden in the long autumn night, which are kneaded into a screen by the night and then ejected, eager to catch what belongs to them. But how many stories and feelings can you see with the naked eye?
Idle people who love to read night books on autumn nights will have an epiphany in autumn nights after pondering over what they don't understand. If it rains in Mao Mao, it will rain like a cow's hair, adding interest to reading at night. Looking through Han Shaogong's Reading in the Rain in the Mountain, it is said that Mencius has the theory of "night spirit" and thinks that a person is the easiest to get angry, get the word and communicate with God at night. In my opinion, Mencius said for me and Han Shaogong wrote for me. I like reading at night, especially in autumn. Autumn night avoids the difficulty of spring night, summer night and cold winter night. Reading, painting, the collection on the bookshelf, the history and modernity of paper, cotton, copper and porcelain are all lined up in the autumn night, leaving me to review. Reading Van Gogh's Sunflower in the evening, we can read another feeling different from that in the daytime, and we can also taste that this lovelorn person dedicated all his life and love to his only artistic lover in his life. And his art, like his life, is a never-ending life struggle. I always thought that Van Gogh's Sunflower belongs to autumn, and that sunshine is autumn sunshine, mature and shiny; That color is the color of autumn, which contains the enthusiasm of life; That line is the autumn line, pouring out a fanatical shock. The most repressed and violent artist in the world expresses his inner turmoil and desires with the boldest and most unexpected TINT, which also makes my nerves tremble in the autumn night.
In contrast, China literati's eyes on autumn are quiet, detached and profound. They are directly connected with nature and directly echo the soul. Surprised autumn, sad autumn, Qiu Si, sad autumn, pregnant autumn, the meaning of autumn ... The mystery of life is rooted in the branches of autumn, measuring the value and meaning of life in the scale of irreversible time, and measuring the eternal confusion and sorrow of human beings. "Spring women think, Qiu Ren mourns." ("Huainanzi") "If it is autumn and winter, it is particularly difficult to get pregnant." (Liu Yiqing's Shi Shuo Xin Yu) Natural phenology and telepathy interact imperceptibly, in order to achieve the realm of the coexistence of things and me. The walls are like Li Qingzhao's words and eight paintings by Shi Tao. Reading their personalized nature, full of spiritual words, the mind and temperament of artistic objects at night, in vivid pictures and texts, enables us to transcend the naked eyes and senses in autumn night and roam the boundless spiritual space with an expression.
It's not me who is full of books, it's my mother who stays awake in the autumn night. It was just an autumn night a few years ago. Unlike my mother, I sighed myself. Qiu Si slapped my insomnia in the autumn wind and night rain, but my mother was exhausted and worried about the rice noodles in the earthen pot. After my father died, my family became poorer and poorer by working and sharing food, all because of my mother's careful management. As soon as my mother is free, she takes my brother and sister to pinch wild vegetables in the corn field first. Grey grey lai and Renhua cuisine are the best varieties. In the field after the rain, the gray cauliflower grows tender and fat. Mother picked it, mixed it with wheat flour, and steamed it in a pot overnight to make wheat rice. The lamp in the cave of the wall kiln shines half on the kitchen and half on the kang. My brother and sister are reading their homework and reciting the text under the lamp, and my mother is busy in the kitchen. We fell asleep before we knew it, and when we woke up, we found that our mother had no rest and was busy mending our torn clothes and trousers under the lamp. Looking at my mother's haggard face, my eyes are so sour that I want to cry. I wish I could grow up that night to replace the hard work on my mother's shoulders. My mother often watches us eat wheat rice, and when she looks at it, her eyes are a little rosy, and she mumbles, "It will be fine after the corn harvest in a few days." You don't have to eat wheat rice all day, disturb the group for you, and you can eat hard and full! "
Many years passed and I left my hometown to work in the city. The past has been buried at the bottom of my memory and seems to be disappearing day by day. In fact, on the negative of memory, scenes are often superimposed on the things in front of us, and occasionally appear in dreams, which makes them moved for no reason. Sometimes I even feel that the real world I face is far more illusory than the past that has disappeared. For example, tonight, I think of the same autumn night a few years ago, and I think of my kind mother. I just don't know if my mother is doing well in the distant heaven. ! Tonight seems to be another sleepless night. Looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, I think I am not the only one who never sleeps!