Perhaps this winter has passed too long, and the whole Jiangcun village is immersed in the cold and silent atmosphere of withered vegetation. The wind is cold and cold. As time goes by, the footsteps of spring are approaching Jiangcun. As if overnight, the spring breeze blew all over Jiang Nanan, bringing a long-lost warmth and breath of life to Jiangcun. Ice and snow melt, and the mountain stream is full of spring water. The mountains are washed away by the melting snow on sunny days, as if they had just been wiped, beautiful and bright. When the first spring thunder sounded, everything revived, until the director was full of grass, the flowers were red and green, and the school was full of spring.
After being frightened, Qiu Yun and the villagers came to the vibrant fields and started to work. The fragrance of the earth rippled in the breeze, and the fragrance that came to my face was refreshing. They shuttled back and forth in the fields, pulling plows and sowing seeds.
It is said that Qiu Yunben was an official of the Jin Dynasty. Because of dissatisfaction with Sima's internal intrigue and dirty officialdom, he resigned and decided to live in seclusion. However, instead of retiring from the mountains, he came to Dongting Lake and built a house in Jiangcun. Although he is a hermit, he often associates with secular people, saying Sang Ma. Even so, it has never been contaminated with secular atmosphere, noble and noble. He often goes to the fields to weed for fear that those poisonous weeds will spread and affect the growth of crops. In his spare time, he drinks tea in the bamboo forest near the village, or drives a boat to go fishing in a quiet place. Free and wild, although a little bitter, he also leads a leisurely life, which is fascinating. From cold to summer, he lived in Jiangcun for ten years.
On this day, Qiu Yun came to the stadium again. He took off his shoes, smoothed his trouser legs, stood in his paddy field, bent down and carefully inserted the seedlings neatly in the ground. He smiled when he watched the seedlings in the field hold their heads high against the breeze. He is both a hermit and a farmer. He loves the land under his feet. As for the crops, he takes care of them very well and meticulously.
Crops grow slowly in the field day by day, and the season jumps to summer unconsciously, but summer in Jiangcun is the most beautiful season of the year.
The next morning, with the cock crowing and the dog crowing, people got up and went to the fields.
It rained last night, and everything on the earth was washed clean, especially fresh and bright. On the country road, there is also a fragrance of earth. In the bamboo forest near the village, the dew on bamboo leaves and flowers is more crystal clear under the sunlight. On the river bank, the green grass is like an incomparably wide green carpet, covering the fields on the river bank with no end in sight. Not far from the shore, several willows stand side by side, and slender willows dance gracefully in the wind.
A crisp flute came from the country road and was blown more melodiously by the river wind. Gradually, the flute became clearer and clearer, and the rhyme was soft and melodious, like Suzaku, and occasionally there was a cow's gasp. In detail, a tall bull is slowly coming to the river bank, riding a shepherd boy on it, playing piccolo sideways and flute like nature. The shepherd boy's name is Ci, and he is just ten years old this year. At the end of the row of willows by the river, Ci jumped off the cow's back and drove the cow to a place full of grass. He ran to sit under the willow and played piccolo at the pine tail.
It's noon in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting hotter. The river wind is blowing, the water on the river is rippling and the sun is shining. From a distance, it looks like flowing golden light, flashing charming eyes. Summer is the season when lotus flowers bloom. The colors of lotus are divided into white, pink and red, which are very beautiful. When there is wind, lotus flowers sway like dancing. The water drops on the lotus leaf are more crystal clear under the sunlight, which seems to make all the aging flowers and trees glow with vitality.
Sitting under the Liu Yin and enjoying the breeze is naturally a pleasant thing. But after a long time, Ci fell asleep under the willow tree. This cow is smart, too. Instead of wandering around, he hung his head in front of the words and ate grass.
Forget the words for the time being, let's talk about Qiu Yun having some breakfast at home, picking up a hoe and going to his rice field. Walking on the ridge, Qiu Yun was secretly glad to see the crops growing well, green and full of prosperity. Taking advantage of this excitement, autumn clouds are irrigating and bending down to mow the grass. I don't feel tired at all. It was not until I felt a little tired at the waist that I straightened up and had a rest. The kawakaze is blowing head on. How comfortable and carefree it is.
At this moment, Qiu Yun saw a man across the street from a distance, only to see that man holding a cow, working hard in the sun, with sweat streaming from his broad forehead. A gust of wind blew and the crops fluctuated like green waves. In this man's mind, the ups and downs are all fiery dreams in his heart.
Autumn cloud approached only to find that the man was his good friend. It turns out that this Shi Ming is a little older than Qiu Yun and lives in the east of the village. He is a scholar. He is very talented. He wants to be an official and make great achievements, but the aristocratic family monopolizes the political power, and a person of humble origin like gathering pace will never have a chance to be an official. Ten years ago, he married Zhang Yu, the daughter of Zhang Taigong, the village chief, and gave birth to a boy named Ci, a shepherd boy by the river. Ten years ago, Qiu came to Dongting Lake and met Yun Sheng. They often became brothers.
Yun Sheng looked up unexpectedly and saw Qiu Yun coming. He bowed quickly, and so did Qiu Yun. He said, "It's so hot that it's hard to work here. Why don't you come to my house for tea with me? "
"That's what I thought," said Yun-shen. "Why not?" Say and two people unexpectedly returned to the residence of the autumn cloud.
Qiu Yun changed clothes, brought a tea set and led Yun Sheng to the bamboo forest. From a distance, this green bamboo forest is gloomy and overlapping; Looking closely, some are straight and straight, reaching the sky; Some seem to have just been born, and they are slim and graceful, so they don't have a look. The branches and leaves of the green bamboo forest are like a green canopy, which covers the sun, white clouds and blue sky and casts a shade on the earth. There is also a river in the forest. The river flows down from the mountain stream and twists and turns until it flows into Dongting Lake. The water is very clear, and because it rained last night, the flowers on the mountain flowed down, making the water very fragrant.
Qiu Yun directly took boiled water from the river to make tea, and soon the water boiled. Qiu Yun is everywhere. Yun Sheng only took a sip, and he felt a smell of My Sweetie seeping into his heart with fragrance. He couldn't help feeling high and said, "Good tea!"
Being in the bamboo forest, you are greeted by a piece of green. At this moment, you will feel a gentle wind blowing head-on, which is refreshing. After drinking a cup of tea, listening to the "Lingling" sound of the river hitting the stone, Qiuyun and Yunyun will be exhausted.
"I dare ask my good brother, can he really be willing to spend the rest of his life here?" Gathering pace suddenly asked.
Qiu Duan took the cup and took a sip of it. He smiled and asked Yun-sheng, "Is it bad?"
Gathering pace was puzzled and asked, "My silly brother has been very upset for many years, but my good brother is carefree. I don't know why my good brother is happy, so please don't hesitate to teach me. "
"It's far away from the hubbub, and it's extremely difficult to be contaminated with secular filth. In addition, the scenery here is beautiful and charming, and I like it very much. In the face of such a beautiful and quiet place, can't you drive away your brother's pursuit of fame and fortune? "
Gathering pace was silent, silent.
"Here, my brother is willing to be an ordinary farmer. When he is tired and thirsty, he can drink some sweet mountain spring water. Is it so bad to have a little field to support yourself? "
"Is there a little field in Nongfu Spring?" Gathering pace laughed.
"Now the times are turbulent, it is better to simply live. Liang Liang, who sells wine by the river, is as talented as his brother, but he can let go of his obsession. Brother, look at their husband and wife. Aren't they happy? Please listen to me and behave yourself. " Qiu Yun said.
Gathering pace seemed to feel something and said, "What you said is very reasonable. I should think about it. "
Just then, Zhang Yu also found this. "You are here, so I can easily find it. The meal is ready. Go home. "
Gathering pace replied, "Yes, I'm leaving." After that, he stood up and said to Qiu Yun, "Stupid brother, please leave now."
Qiu Yun said, "Brother, just go by yourself. If I don't sit here for a while, I'll go boating and fishing. "
Zhang Yu followed Yun-shen closely, stepped on the bamboo leaves that were blown to the ground by the wind, and walked out of the bamboo forest with the cicada singing.
two
In the afternoon, the weather is still very hot. At first, the river breeze just blew gently, and the river remained calm. Slowly, the wind blew harder and harder, and the grass on the shore was bent and wicker fluttered in the air. Thousands of waves suddenly appeared on the river, and the tide rushed to the beach like a roaring army, and finally rushed to the bank under the wind of the river.
At this time, Tzu Chi also woke up, feeling chilly in her lower body, so she rubbed her eyes with her hand and saw that the river bank was full of tide and her pants were soaked by the tide. Looking around, the whole field, even the country road paved with stones, was flooded by the tide. Look carefully, but you can see that the grass on the river bank is as oily as the green algae in the river, and it looks so watery, bright, fresh and shiny.
Word got up and looked around again, and saw that the workhorse had eaten in the west of Liu Yin.
When the weather became cool, Tzu Chi continued to sit down, leaned against the willow tree and dried the water on the piccolo with his sleeves. Soon, the crisp and sweet flute sounded on the river bank again.
Not far away, a barefoot girl came from the water and quietly touched the back of the word. A pair of chubby little hands quickly covered Ci's eyes like a shower head. As if nothing had happened, Yannuo continued to play the flute there.
"Guess who I am?" The little girl whispered deliberately.
The corners of his mouth rose and he said with a smile, "Hey, do you still have to guess?"
"Then tell me." The little girl continued to whisper.
"You are not ice ..."
The little girl was smug and secretly pleased.
"If you are not the ice, who else can you be?" Go on with the word.
The little girl took her hand away unhappily and pouted and said, "Words are really boring." Looking at Tzu Chi sitting in the water, Bing asked with concern, "Why is Tzu Chi sitting here?" Be careful to catch cold. "
The word looked at the ice and said, "This place is cool. Why don't you come and cool off? "
Bing Zhi waved his hand and said with a smile, "No, no, you'd better cool yourself."
After a while, the wind died down, and the tide slowly retreated into the river, but some of the tide stayed in the low-lying land on the river bank forever.
Ice said, "Come on, Cizi, let's go and play by the river."
Kindness nodded, stood up, led the workhorse to the willow tree, hung the shoes from the cow's neck, and took Bingzhi's hand and ran to the river.
When they reached the ferry by the river, they sat in front of the ferry and put their feet into the water to tread the waves.
The wind and waves on the river gradually subsided, and only a breeze blew from time to time, causing ripples on the river and slowly rippling into the distance.
The sun shines on the lotus, which is really colorful. They add vitality to the vast Dongting Lake. Green lotus leaves are dense, like a disc and an umbrella. A gust of wind blows, and the lotus leaves pull me and I pull you. Lotus leaves hold lotus flowers, making them more beautiful. Some lotus flowers are as white as snow, some are as red as chardonnay, some are competing to open, and some are like shy girls, but they have not yet opened! The river breeze blows gently, and the lotus flowers dance. As soon as the lotus showed its sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it, which was beautiful.
At this time, the tide has also receded, and the boys and girls in Jiangcun have also propped up their boats and rowed into the river to pick lotus. When girls pick lotus, they naturally don't forget to pick lotus and smell its fragrance gently. Girls are beautiful, but with lotus flowers, they are more charming. When picking lotus, boys and girls are picking lotus, singing in pairs and telling each other their feelings. At the same time, fishermen began to cast nets to fish, and they also answered each other's fishing songs. The whole river is very lively.
"I like listening to people who play the flute best. Come on, I want to hear it. " C cheese suddenly said.
Ci took out the piccolo, cleared his throat, put it to his mouth, and suddenly there was a melodious flute around the ferry. Listening to this wonderful flute, Bing Zhi seemed to be in a beautiful dream and intoxicated her. It seems that flowers bloom in an instant, which makes her excited.
Listening to the flute and watching the lotus flowers on the river, the joy of ice is written on the face. She picked a lotus flower conveniently and handed it to her with a smile. "Here, here you are."
Put down the piccolo and take the lotus. He was very skilled and soon peeled off the lotus seeds.
"Give me your hand."
Cheese quickly reached out and said happily. The words slowly spread out, and the lotus seeds in their hands fell into the palm of the ice one by one, all white and tender, round and smooth. Ice put lotus seeds in her mouth. When she bit them gently, she felt sweet and fragrant.
Words and ice sit side by side, eating lotus seeds, blowing the river breeze, watching the waterfowl rise and fall, listening to the songs floating in the distance, so they do nothing and quietly integrate into this beautiful picture.
three
To the north of the village, it is the most open area in Jiangcun, with endless fields and several families living on the edge. There is a restaurant by the river. The restaurant is small in scale, but it can climb high and overlook Dongting Lake. So there are many poems passed by by literati on the upstairs wall.
The owner of this restaurant is surnamed Liang, with a single name and bright words. This man is knowledgeable and always cares about helping others, but because he has no access, his ambition is empty. Wang Tiantian/Kloc-married his childhood friend at the age of 0/7, and will have a daughter named Bingzhi next year. A year later, my family came to Dongting Lake and settled here. The couple followed the story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun and sold wine by the river. Although the restaurant business is weak, it can barely make a living, but more importantly, Liangliang is intoxicated by the scenery here, slowly letting go of his ambition and living a much more comfortable life.
In unitary time, the sun also slowly sets in the west.
Autumn cloud returned to its original place, hung the wine gourd around its waist, picked up the fishing rod, gently closed Chai Men, and looked at the bright restaurant.
On the road, Qiu Yun saw the river in front of him from a distance, and a wine flag was flying in the wind.
Autumn cloud walked into the restaurant, I saw Liangliang fiddling with abacus at the counter, while Wang Tiantian leaned against the window and looked at the blooming lotus flowers on the river.
Qiu Yun stood in front of the counter, took out ten pence from her body, placed it neatly in front of the counter, and said, "Boss, just give me a drink with this little money."
Liang Liang looked up and saw that it was Qiu Yun. He bowed and said, "Hello, it's Mr. Zhao."
"Tian Tian, come and fill Mr. Zhao's glass," Liang Liang said to Tian Tian in front of the window.
Tian Tian picked up the wine gourd, filled a pot and handed it to Qiu Yun.
Qiu Yun weighed the weight of the wine, smiled and said to Liangliang, "This wine seems to be too much. I didn't bring you that much money. "
Liang Liang said, "well, I still rely on you to take care of my little restaurant." Why should Mr. Zhao care? Drink it. Not enough to do it again. "
Qiu Yun thanked him, then walked from the restaurant to the ferry by the river, got on the boat and slowly swung to the middle of the lake.
It's getting dark again, and the willow beside the lotus pond becomes hazy. Lotus seems to be floating in the air, floating, and a frog jumped off the lotus leaf, as if waking the sleeping lotus and lotus leaf with water flowers. However, a gust of wind blew, and the lotus and lotus leaves shook and entered a sweet dream.
Looking at the eyeful of lotus flowers, Qiu Yun couldn't help feeling: "Lotus flowers, you have noble integrity. You take root in the mud, cherish yourself, lead an honest and clean life and keep your natural beauty. Although the environment is cold and sad, you don't sigh that the world is cold, you don't complain about the fate of the times, you don't give in to the environment, you don't pollute the dirt, you still settle down, go with the flow, be calm and pursue perfection. " After that, Qiu Yun rowed the boat into the shade, threw the hook into the lake and waited quietly.
It's dusk in a blink of an eye, and the light of the sunset on the river, like many gold needles and silver wires, is swaying with the water waves.
Under the setting sun, the smoke from cooking in Jiangcun is curling up. Under the background of blue sky and white clouds, some kitchen smoke rises from the roof, while others are vague.
Lotus-picking boats are also coming by the river, and farmers in the farmland are heading for home. Only the fisherman and Qiu Yun didn't come back.
Cizi once again rode on the cow's back and played piccolo. His flute always has an elegant melody, like a thin Xia Yun, drifting leisurely into the blue sky at dusk. Euphemistic music, like raindrops, moistens people's hearts.
In the flute, the word goes along the river bank, onto the country road, and finally disappears in the vast Yuan Ye.
Autumn clouds quietly looked at the river, but after a long time, there was no more waves on the river. Seeing the sun set, Qiu Yun had to give up and row the boat back to the ferry.
Soon, the sun went down, the night came, and a full moon rose slowly on the river.
In the sunset after dinner, Tzu Chi went to the garden alone, lying on the grass and watching the full moon in the sky.
Autumn cloud to the ferry, not ashore, not tied to the boat, but lying on the boat. In the evening breeze, the fragrance came from the river. Autumn clouds drink wine, sometimes picking a lotus flower and peeling a few lotus seeds to drink wine. Looking up at the night sky, listening to crickets, frogs in rice fields, and the sound of river flowing, autumn clouds are placed in dreams on summer nights with their unique tranquility and gentleness. A full moon is like a jade plate, and the moonlight kisses Jiangcun. Moonlight penetrated the mottled tree gap and sprinkled a little bit of broken silver on the ground. Crops and villages along the river seem to have been melted by the gentle moonlight. As for the autumn cloud, it is outside the cloud nine, and suddenly there is a feeling of detachment from the world and enlightenment.
By moonlight, in the restaurant by the river, Liangliang went upstairs with Tian Tian, snuggled up to the window and looked into the distance. The dark distant mountains are hazy, and the cloud tree cottages are shadowy, if there is anything, if there is nothing. Jiang Feng sent the fragrance of lotus flowers, which made people crazy.
In the moonlight, a young man with a bag on his back was walking alone on the river bank. When he approached a family by the river, he saw that Chai Men was closed and there was no light in the house. He stepped forward and touched Chai Fei gently, but there was no response. He knocked on the door again, but there was still no response. "There will be someone in the house? The traveler wants to spend the night here. " Still no reply for a long time.
Helpless, the man had to retreat to the river. Looking around, I saw that the bamboo forest was silent, and the path on the edge of the village meandered into the distance. The bright moon is in the sky and the stars are all over the sky, vaguely shining on the fishing boats on the river. It turns out that the owner has not returned from fishing so far. From a distance, the fishermen seem to be looking for a boat parked on the river bank, and the river wind blows their hemp fiber. After reading it, the man couldn't help admiring: "It's really picturesque!"
After a while, the fishing boat docked, the owner came back, and the tramp who had been running around for a day finally fell asleep peacefully.
Under the moonlight, I think about everything and nothing. There is only tranquility and gentleness around Jiangcun. ...
four
The next day, Qiu Yun woke up, only to find that the boat was drifting with her to the depths of the lotus under the wind of the river.
In the crowing of chickens and dogs, Jiangcun once again ushered in a new day.
However, the good times did not last long. After many years, the tranquility of Jiangcun was finally broken.
In 3 16 AD, a Hun named Liu Yuan attacked Chang 'an and the Western Jin Dynasty perished. Then, five random China. From then on, on the land of the Central Plains, the war raged on, causing untold suffering. Xiaoxiaojiang village, located in the remote south, has not been spared. It was ravaged by war and iron hoofs, and the villagers were displaced and sorrowful.
Si Marui, the royal family of the Jin Dynasty, crossed the Yangtze River eastward and made Jinling its capital. At this point, the south was temporarily stable, and the turbulent Jiangcun temporarily avoided the threat of war. Although the Eastern Jin Dynasty was established, the tranquility of Jiangcun in the past was replaced by the glitz of today. After the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Song Jizhi; After the Song Dynasty, Nanqi followed; After Nanqi, it was Liang and Chen. Under the change of dynasties, it is full of luxury and prosperity, and each generation is better than the next. In this case, Jiangcun presents a flashy and enchanting state, and the tranquility and peace of the countryside are gone forever.
A song "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" sang the prosperity of the Six Dynasties and broke Jinling's elegant and flashy dream.
Jiangcun's past is like running water. The tranquility and harmony of Jiangcun was a dream three hundred years ago.