In my memory, there are often two distinct scenes in the fall. One is a clear sky, white clouds, under the blue sky and white clouds, young boys and girls chasing the red maple leaves in late fall, enjoying the autumn sunshine before the coming of winter. On the other hand, the opposite scenario is the lingering autumn rain, which is a bit chilly on the body. Literary young people, or sentimental people, will read this scene as Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane", turning themselves into a lilac-flowered youth.
Gengzi year is an eventful autumn, the beginning of the epidemic in Wuhan affecting hundreds of millions of people's nerves, how many retrograde to pay the price of tears and blood. Epidemic eased, the flood came again. Again, the military and the people are united, up and down, to fight the catastrophe.
Some people then brought out some book from the Ming Dynasty, saying that they predicted a catastrophe this year six hundred years ago. I am not a big believer in this kind of stuff. However, I strongly believe that human beings should be in awe of nature. The destruction of the ecological system and the massive pollution of the environment, mankind will eventually have to pay for this lack of reverence.
In early fall, there is no cold rain. There is just an occasional section of light showers, a sweeping, missing some of the mood of the fall. As Yu Dafu "the autumn of the old city" said "in the gray sky, suddenly came a cool wind, then rest Leisuo landing rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky was green again, and the sun showed its face again." This is naturally free of the depressing fall rains.
Brew a pot of green tea, the pot put a few chrysanthemums, sitting alone on the balcony, lazy leaning back in the chair, leaning back to look up at the white clouds and blue sky. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The downstairs court during the day only a few summer vacation boys in the ball. The night is lively, six or seven sites full of people. Playing the ball boy, dancing square moms, it is very lively. The greenery and lawns are still lush and green, oblivious to the arrival of fall. Just robin's high decibel chorus quietly I do not know by the conductor took away; plum tree has long been no prunes; pomelo tree hangs some fruit, has long been gone that the quiet refreshing fragrance of flowers. Laurel tree is still shyly hidden under the tree, Dan Gui has not bloomed meaning, she is waiting for the arrival of a freezing rain. Only the purple violet stupidly one to bloom from summer to fall.
The evening was fine, with the slightest hint of sunlight skimming over the edge of the balcony, but it was a little dry and hot. Taking a sip of tea, I withdrew my gaze and picked up Zhao Mengfu's "Idle Habitat Fugue" running script sticker beside me to read it. Recently, I have been fascinated by Zhao Mengfu's running script, but I have not been able to understand the subtleties of the brushstrokes.
I don't know how the autumn scenery was in the era of Songxue Daoren's existence. Being a member of the royal family of the Song Dynasty, he was exiled to the Yuan Dynasty and became an official Hanlin scholar. At the same time, he was also with Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan and known as the "four great masters of regular script" of the great calligrapher. I don't know in the season of autumn, all the trees are sparse, the leaves are flying and what to lament, or what kind of life enlightenment.
When I was young, every year in the fall, especially the long period of drizzle. Or sitting in front of the window, or standing under the eaves, or walking in the wind and rain; the heart is always a little bit of sadness, the mood will always be low to the extreme, as if life has come to an end. Often read some of Li Qingzhao's elegant words to dispel the melancholy mood of the heart. "After dusk when I drink wine in the east hedge, there is a dark fragrance filling my sleeves. I don't know why I often have this kind of feeling, I don't know why I often have this kind of feeling. I don't know why I often have this kind of Li Qingzhao-style sentimental.
Suddenly, I remembered the fall of Shaoxing. More than twenty years ago, because of the work relationship, the monthly round trip between Shaoxing for five years, and every month to live on half a month. Shaoxing is a water town, late fall, the street on both sides of the sycamore leaves, fluttering down on the street, the heart can not help but some of the blocked drought, in his hometown as a foreigner, but also depressed.
School learned Lu Xun's "From the Hundred-Clover Garden to the Sanmei Bookstore" article, it is often alone from the west end of the street Hundred-Clover Garden slowly walked to the east end of the street Sanmei Bookstore, secretly recited: "Behind my home there is a very large garden, which, according to legend, is called the Hundred-Clover Garden. Now it is long ago and the house was sold together to the children and grandchildren of Zhu Wen Gong 。。。。。。." At that time, most of the young people, obsessed with literature, a writer's dream is the biggest dream. Sometimes they would go back and forth a few times, as if they could breathe the aura of Mr. Lu Xun and become a writer. Occasionally there are a few friends with the same, will be folded back from the three flavors of the bookstore when the Xianheng Hotel to sit, and the door of the Kong Yi Yi take a picture, and then into the store as Kong Yi Yi like the counter clerk flirted with "warm two bowls of wine, to a dish of fennel beans." I just couldn't spare the nine coins. The clerk at the counter knew that we were from out of town, but also for the reputation of Kong Yi-xiu, smiled at each other with a smile, and the partners also laughed heartily. The company's website is a great place to find out more about the company's products and services, and to find out more about the company's products and services.
In case of fall rain, there is another hobby. Playing an umbrella, of course, no Dai Wangshu "Rainy Lane" in the oil paper umbrellas. Along the narrow rainy alley alone walking quietly like this, as Dai Wangshu wrote that knot with lilacs in general sad youth. Alley from time to time wafted bursts of yellow wine aroma, or from the window seeped out of the soft and long male and female family members of the sound of laughter. Walking along the heart also have a little grief complex, "cold, bleak, and melancholy". Now that I think about it, when I was young, the ideal and the reality of the collision of the loss is the script, and this autumn rain is the scene of the drama play.
Waking up from memories, the tea has been cold for a long time. The sun is setting outside the balcony, and the colorful sunset is reflected in the blue sky, which is very beautiful.
Thinking of the youthful grudges, I do not realize that since I laughed, it seems a little ridiculous. With the passage of years, the age of the long, the fall and have another interpretation, there is no that young grief and uncertainty.
Some years ago, in mid-autumn, to the northern border of Xinjiang took a trip from Tianchi to Kanas. The sprawling Gobi Beach, the car in a glimpse of the curved stretch of highway running, ups and downs, as if a small boat in the sea chopping waves, resisting the force forward. At this time I have no youthful decadence, the whole body is full of passion and moved. When the car traveling to the Kanas scenic area, the Grand Canyon on the slopes, that stretches in the mountains, then children into the eyes of the snowy mountains. Everywhere is dazzling by the autumn wind blowing yellow birch forest leaves, golden. Instead of the impact on everyone's eyes, the road is more like a cleansing of our hearts, all the young autumn has arrived, winter is approaching, the sadness of all things depressed. I immediately read the beauty of autumn, the sadness of the falling leaves. Autumn leaves of the unhelpful departure is the love of life, is the essence of the tree's admiration, the next year she will be in the spring wind beckons to re-hanging the treetops, smile proud of the blue sky.
Autumn she is a tribute to the life of the season, she used the fruit to the world to show the brilliance of life, she used the fallen leaves to wait for the essence of life, for the next year's vitality of the vigor of the stored essence.
We should really praise the fall.
August 16, 2020
About the author: Yan Zhongfu is now settled in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province. In the 1980s, a group of literary enthusiasts with the enterprise into amateur literary creation, and then dropped out of the pen because of work. This year in many has been active in the province under the influence of writers and friends of the literary world, re-exercise the pen to create. In the early years, there are essays and novels published in magazines and newspapers. There are works have been "Youth Digest" reproduced, "secondary school students outside the reading", the People's Daily edited "Chinese and foreign fine prose selected" included, "campus literature" included, there are works selected 06 Shanxi Province, the language examination paper exam questions.