The reason why I like to return to my hometown is that here I have the ideal place to stroll for my eyes, my heart and my feet. It takes only three to five minutes to reach the scenic spots I've described from my abode. I usually choose dusk for my walks. The going is from north to south, either by walking on an embankment or along the riverbank. If you walk on the dyke, you will meet old men returning home with their flocks of sheep, which are walking on the slow slopes of the dyke, nibbling the grass as they go, still unable to return to their pens. I also often see an old woman returning from the ducks, her flock of black ducks, is led by two large white geese. The geese walked proudly in the front with their necks held high, while the many black ducks followed behind with lowered eyebrows. I prefer walking along the riverbank to the embankment, and I love the sunset that rolls down the river. The most beautiful place for the sun to set is on the surface of the river. The sunset into the water is more glorious than the sunset itself. Of course, there are projections of mountains and river willows in the water. It makes you feel that the water surface is a painting, and coloring the picture are the sunset, trees, clouds and breeze. The breeze is rendering the picture through the water waves, the breeze wrinkles the river water, and those surging water waves go along with the projections of the sunset, clouds and trees on the surface of the river, so that the colors of the water surface are peeled off in an instant, with three-dimensionality, and it looks like a famous painting of the modern school. I love to see such a picture, so if there is no breeze to help, the water ripples, I will bend down to pick up a few pebbles, thrown to the surface of the river, then the painting in the water will suddenly change, I will be sitting on the river bank, peace and quiet for a moment. Of course, I do not dare to sit for a long time, not for fear that the eerie coolness of the river beach will erode me, but those mosquitoes will come in an endless stream, buzzing around me, and I do not want to take my own blood as their dinner.
When I am tired of writing in my study, I only need to raise my eyes and the mountains come into view. It is said that green mountains are pleasant to the eyes, but in fact, the white mountains deposited with winter snow are also pleasant to the eyes. The white mountains look like white elephants from heaven. Of course, from the window, you can also enjoy watching the clouds flying around. Clouds are not only fast-changing in form, but also in color. Just now it was a thick cloud of leaden gray, but as it drifted, it split into several boat-shaped clouds, and its color became glittering white. If the sky is a piece of white paper, the clouds are the ink splashed here. The ink is sometimes heavy, sometimes light, which shows that the clouds are exploratory when they are painting.
Both in winter and summer, if the moonlight is attractive, I will turn off the lights in my bedroom, pull the curtains open, and lie down on my bed to enjoy the moonlight. The moonlight penetrates through the window pane and shines a warm white light on the bed, bathing me in the moonlight and giving me a wonderful feeling of walking in the clouds. During the past Mid-Autumn Festival, I was lying on my bed enjoying the moon. On that day, the clouds were thick, and during the day, some cold rain fell first, and then in the afternoon, the first light snow of the early winter quietly descended. Watching the snowflakes fluttering in the air like butterflies, I thought the moon must not be visible at night. However, at about seven o'clock, the moon suddenly showed a few bright lights in the clouds in the east, seemingly signaling its grand appearance at midnight. After eight o'clock, the clouds thinned out, and the moon, rolling around in the clouds, would show its true colors in a flash. Nine o'clock, from the southwest and fly to the northeast of the huge clouds like a million army across the Milky Way, the vast majority of the disappearance of the trace, the moon complete appearance. Perhaps after the rain and snow of the day, it was bright and clear. I lay on my bed, looking at it, bathing in its silky light, feeling the good times gently knocking on my forehead, with a feeling of extreme warmth and happiness in my heart. After a while, another batch of clouds appeared, but it was an extremely thin cloud, they seem to be specially prepared for the moon's colorful clothes, because they clustered around the moon, the moon with its fangs, the white clouds illuminated colorful halo, colorful clouds a group after a group of the emergence of the moon at this time looks like a huge honey orange, let a person feel that it ripples out of the clear light, is overflowing with the rich sweet fragrance of the gas. At midnight, the clouds are gone, the moon in the middle of the sky is like falling into a pool of lake water, the sky looks more blue than the clear sky of the day. Such a round of mid-autumn moon that has experienced wind and rain, frost and snow, is really a rare encounter. After seeing such a moon, the dreams of that night were all bright.
I still remember that on the second day of the first month of 2002, my beloved and I were invited to my brother's house on the west side of the city for dinner, and instead of taking the car from the city, we went up the embankment and walked around the small town. It was snowing that day, and it is usually warmer when snow falls, as if the snowflake had warded off the cold with its soft body. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the dike, just the two of us, arm in arm, stepping through the snow without words. The mountains looked blurred in the snow, and the river below the embankment had disappeared, covered by thick ice and snow. Willows and green poplars on the riverbanks look shadowed in the snow, and the sky and the earth look so pale and so intimate. Walking, I suddenly fell tears, know that the New Year's tears is inauspicious, but I can not hold myself, the unparalleled beauty of the breeding of my sadness. Three months later, the love of my life to leave me, that winter and then return to my hometown, walking on the snowy embankment, just me alone. At that time, I suddenly realized why I was in tears that day, because the sky and the earth are suggesting to me that that beautiful emotion will be goodbye to you, and you will be surrounded by this ancient bleakness forever!
Fortunately, the green hills and the flowing water are still there, the river willow and the green poplar are still there, and the bright moon is still there, so there is a place for my eyes and my heart to rest, and there is a touch point for my pen to be the most emotional. So I still like to stroll at dusk, like to see the sunset on the water, like to see the falling leaves in the wind, like to see the mountains in the snow. I am not afraid of growing old, because I would like the moonlight to be one with my hair when it turns white. Let the moonlight can not tell whether it is moonlight or white hair; let me not tell whether what grows on my head is white hair or moonlight.
One night a few days ago, I had a dream about snow. I was alone in a snowy place, with houses everywhere, but not a single pedestrian to be seen on the road. There were only snowflakes curling in the air. The snowflakes slapped my face, so cool, so moisturizing, so kind. When I woke up, it was a heavy, dark night outside the window, and I recalled that throughout the year, no matter what season, I have to dream about snowflakes, even if outside the window there was a scene of birds and flowers. It seemed that what surrounded me was destined to be a cool and sad, romantic and cold world. My heart stirred, desperate to write a line on a blank page. I reached for the bedside lamp and it didn't light it, so I figured the power must have gone out during the night; so I turned on my cell phone, and by its faint light, grabbed a pen and wrote the line that best expressed my thoughts and feelings on a piece of typed paper, then returned to my bed and continued my dream.
The sentence was, It's snowing in my world.
Yes, it's snowing in my world ......