I don't know when I fell in love with Baiyun. When you go out every day, you must first look up at the sky, whether it is blue like washing, flying around, cloudy or full of colorful clouds. In short, when there are no white clouds, other clouds are good, and the morning glow and the evening glow are of course variants of white clouds, which I especially like. When there are no clouds, the sky will leave many blanks. Where do you imagine the clouds are? How will they fill in the blanks in the evening or tomorrow, and how will they describe the new world?
I think this love for the cloud is well-founded. Gobi desert is vast and boundless, with too much space. It needs the hands of nature to dress up. Cloud is the most enjoyable painter, and everyone who sees it has no reason not to like it. Different from the inland coastal areas, the clouds here are close to people, so close that it seems to be possible to take a ladder and tear off a piece. I feel numb every day in Gobi town, especially when I went to northern Jiangsu that day and rose to the hillside above 2000 meters above sea level. The white clouds there seem to be human activities that are made at sunrise and rest at sunset. Just open your eyes and you can see them sticking out from the top of the mountain. Clouds are blossoming, whisked, and its changes are red in the morning and red at night at most, or clusters run out of the clouds to follow the shadow of the sun, melt into crimson blood, and then disappear quietly with the darkness.
Watching the white clouds over the Potala Palace in Lhasa, Tibet on TV is enchanting to the extreme. Large tracts of white clouds in the pure blue sky seem to be lingering around people instead of floating in the sky. Clouds must be closely related to the environment and altitude, otherwise, why are there no such low clouds around us? Why don't the clouds around us change as fast as the seaside? Naturally, today's clouds are closely related to air quality. Where you can see clouds, especially white clouds, you can almost be considered as a person who breathes fresh air happily. And people who are in the smog all day are looking forward to white clouds. Last August, I went to Beijing almost at this season. Needless to say, it hurts to get up every morning and the sun rises with low eyebrows and low eyes in the photoelectric dust. Suddenly, one night, the northwest wind blew all night. In the morning, I saw that it was very bright. At noon, I strolled outside and looked at the blue sky and white clouds on the overpass. This is really comforting. This is the blue sky and white clouds in the capital Beijing. It's not easy to meet once every 365 days a year. So I always say that I am lucky and can catch up with anything good.
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Don't say that you like white clouds without motivation. This motivation is not the relationship between "black soil" and "white clouds" between Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan, but it does have a considerable relationship with land and clouds. The landmark in the northeast is black soil, and the northwest has become a loess high slope. There is only loess in the northwest without high slope, mixed with desert and Gobi. Little white clouds shine on the loess, and my parents warm me. I was twelve or thirteen when I followed my mother to cut wheat. The sky is so blue, I only floated through a few useless white clouds, holding a sickle at the ice grass on the edge of the ridge to vent my curse: why don't there be more clouds and it won't rain? Why not call the dark clouds and cover up the dead sun? It's better to have no trace than to have no rain when there is no wind, which makes people miss it! Children always love this idea of broken pots and broken falls. No one in the world can get what they can't get. Misfortune is misfortune, resentment is resentment, white clouds are leisurely or leisurely, like watching a joke that I am not sensible from a distance, and I will not leave.
Twenty-three or four years old has been working for five or six years, and it's still like that when I go home to cut wheat. At this time, the wheat has become their own, and parents and siblings are sweating in the field. At this time, the mood of being basked in the white clouds is very different. At this time, we no longer expect the clouds and rain when wheat is harvested, but hope that it will watch us harvest quietly, and even hope that it can stop the dark clouds and heavy rains that may form everywhere. After all, time makes people understand that the essence of life is not ease, but the hard work of planting in spring and harvesting in autumn.
In the winter of June 5438+February 2006, there were several rare blue days, one of which was when my father died. That day, I waited for my father all night and went to the back of the house to clean the toilet. After sweating, I looked at the sky safely with a shovel. I don't understand why the winter sky is so blue and the clouds are so white. Of course, I also saw the difference, that is, the blue sky and white clouds in winter are higher and farther away from me, especially where the white clouds are blossoming, like a flock of pigeons flying, showing some buzzing wings. When the sun was shining at noon, my father died suddenly. Looking up when I went out, I only saw the dazzling sunshine, and I could never see the long white clouds again.
I think the so-called "riding a crane home" means leaving. On the day my father was buried, there were some clouds in the blue sky, which were not very white and had become drivers. There are seven colors in the colorful clouds, which light up for a few minutes. Everyone says it's really rare in winter.
Mother left in the early winter night. The next day, it was also a blue sky with few white clouds. I think my father will pick up my mother. Sure enough, no clouds were seen at the funeral.
Go back to my hometown where my parents are away, and then live in a small courtyard surrounded by green trees. Standing in the yard and looking up, you will always see clouds all over the sky, such as scales and claws. The thought of the portrait of my parents by the wall of the hall immediately made my heart rain in Mao Mao.
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The white clouds on the Gobi desert are different from those in northern Jiangsu, slightly higher and more vicissitudes. The white clouds in my hometown are also different from those on the Gobi Desert, which are more concise and casual. These white clouds are different from those on the Tibetan Plateau. The white clouds there look more like people when they reach the sky, while the white clouds closer to the land are more alive, irregular and shiny.
As for why I love Baiyun so much now and why I feel the infinite scenery of Baiyun now, in short, it is because I have a certain understanding of nature and life, and I have a new feeling of beauty after aftertaste. It can also be said that the blue sky and white clouds can now highlight the emotions related to the mood, because I feel that my side is getting better and better. White clouds and blue sky are the most common nature around us. However, in the long years, there is little time to pay attention to it, appreciate it and understand it. Many times, giving it a compliment instead of complaining is already a deep love for it. Only today, when we climb over the rugged terrain, it seems that we suddenly know that white clouds are the most beautiful scenery. It's not a passing sight, and it's impossible not to leave a deep and shallow trace in the past. Although there is a saying that "once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber", for me, the past is now a cloud of days, which makes people feel the appearance and profundity of the years.
Today, I believe I have an agreement with Baiyun. Every appearance is a call, every change is a Zhan Yan, every movement is a hand, every disappearance is a silence, and every departure is an invitation. I know that no matter where there is a white cloud, it will hold my heart and tell me that I will not leave the land, my hometown, my relatives and my increasingly peaceful life.
August 26th, 1965 438+04