Scenic Description Fragment Zhou Lipo's Storm

Moonlight in the Lotus Pond - Zhu Ziqing is quite restless these days. Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered day by day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon , should have another look it. The moon is gradually rising, outside the wall of the road, the children's laughter, can no longer be heard; wife in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my coat and took the door with me. Along the lotus pond was a small, winding road of coal chips. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even lonelier at night. On all sides of the pond, there were many trees growing luxuriantly. On the side of the road, there were some willows and some trees whose names were unknown. At night, when there was no moonlight, the road was eerie and a bit scary. Tonight, however, was a good night, although the moonlight was still faint. I paced the road alone, with my hands behind my back. It was as if the world was mine; as if I had gone beyond my usual self into another world. I love to be lively and calm, to live in a group and to be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of anything, I can think of nothing, and I feel like a free man. I can think about everything, I can think about nothing, and I feel like a free man. I can ignore all the things that I must do and say in the daytime. This is the beauty of being alone; let me just enjoy the boundless fragrance of the lotus and the moonlight. The curved lotus pond is filled with fields of leaves. The leaves are very high above the water, like the skirts of dancers. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shy flowers; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. The breeze sent a wisp of fragrance, like a distant song on a high building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also have some trembling, like a flash of lightning, suddenly spread over the lotus pond. The leaves were close together shoulder to shoulder, and then there was a blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves was a vein of running water, covering them and preventing them from seeing some of the colors; but the leaves were even more graceful. The moonlight, like running water, quietly cascades over the leaves and flowers. A thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; they were like a dream covered with a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light cloud in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight shone through the trees, and the bushes on the high ground gave off mottled black shadows that looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond is not uniform, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling. On all sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond heavily; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. There are also a few street lights leaking through the cracks of the trees, but they are the eyes of thirsty sleepers. At this time of the year, the most lively thing is the sound of cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the water; but the lively thing is theirs, I have nothing. Suddenly, I remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed a long time ago and flourished during the Six Dynasties, which can be roughly known from the poems. Lotus picking is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go. Needless to say, there were many lotus pickers, and there were also people who watched the picking. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di "lotus picking fugu" said well: so the demon children women, swinging boat heart talk: [bird] head Xu back, and pass the feather cup; Anchorage will be moved and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and Ping open. Their slender waists were tied up with veils, and their steps were delayed; at the beginning of summer and the rest of spring, when the leaves were tender and the flowers were in their early days, they were afraid of being stained by their clothes and smiled, and they were afraid of tilting the boat and restraining the train. Visible at that time to play the scene of the light. This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we have not been able to enjoy it for a long time now. Then I remembered the lines from the "West Island Song": "In the fall of Nantang pond, lotus flowers are over one's head; when I look down to pick lotus seeds, they are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers here tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered as "over people's heads"; it won't work if I only don't see some shadows of running water. This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end. --Thinking like this, I looked up and realized that I was already in front of my own door; I gently pushed the door in, and there was no sound, my wife had been asleep for a long time. Example of scene description in Lao She's writing: April rain. The air was washed with a strange coolness. The leaves of the young trees are still small, but there is some green everywhere. The shy spring sun is only gently, from the thin clouds out of some soft light, people on the ground, the shadow of the trees appear very faint. The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and their light pink color swayed in the wind and rain, as if they were weak village girls, dressed simply and beautifully. --Examples of scene descriptions from Wang Tuanzhao's writing: The weather was intoxicatingly warm, and it happened to be the season when the cherry blossoms were falling. The fine sandy pavement was filled with woeful pink flakes, some of which hung on the flat turquoise grass. A few pear trees were still dotted with white petals. The hills to the north and west are covered in light blue, and swallows are jumping back and forth in the forest. It is the spring of the year here, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere that make people linger. --Rain in the mountains" Zheng Zhenduo pen landscape description example: the scenery along the road is really not bad, Jiangnan's midsummer, was a heavenly paradise scenery. Along the way, there is not a piece of barren land, are green rice, green trees, green mulberry forest. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with large lotus leaves and small diamond leaves floating on the surface. -A "bird" Zhou Libo pen landscape description example: the sun through the elm tree's dense layer of leaves, the sun's round shadow on the ground. The south wind of late summer and early fall blew in the aroma of new wheat and the scent of artemisia. Late summer and early fall are pretty seasons in North Manchuria, and these are the best days of the year. The weather is not cool, nor topsy-turvy, the ground is still a little green, and the people are not too busy. -- "Stormy Weather" Xu Chi pen travel prose example: Just see the clouds dense to come, soaring in the Wenshu Yuan, Qingliang Terrace, fluttering through the East Sea Gate, West Sea Gate, diffuse in the Beihai Hotel, White Goose Ridge. So the drift is not fixed; if the change of Xu. Between milliseconds, the scenery is different; the same place, instantaneous change. A moment of sunshine, a moment of rain feet Mercedes. But there are always clouds and mist, floating away; the whole park, hidden in it. A few branches of pine, a few pine watchers, dissolve out of dissolve into; a picture, like the ancient landscape, the penmanship is simple. And the wind whistling, shaking the pines, such as dragons and phoenixes, showing that they are robust and colorful. Their roots coiled into the rock crevices, and granite general color, general chastity. They have the wind pruning of the wavy cover; they are spread by the wind like the wings of the wings of the flight. Looking down from the summit, they are like moss, covering the rocks; looking up from the mountainside, they are like heavenly maidens, pavilion and jade. Along the rock wall crevice, one by one will come out, gossamer light silk, revealing the body dancing. And this dance of the wind of the pine more clouds and mist blown in a thousand shapes and sizes, dazzling. The clouds or scattered or gathered; the peaks are hidden. Just now, it was still pouring rain and misty sky, but in less than a thousandth of a second, they all stopped and dispersed. Solemn Tendu Peak, put away the Hada; beautiful Lotus Rui Peak, uncovered the cicada wing-like veil. The sunlight shines, the Dan cliffs are plastered with gold. At this time, the sea of clouds rolled, such as Haining tide to come, straight beat the cliff bank in front of Wenshu Yuan Hotel. Vermilion Peak was engulfed, Peach Peak to the bottom of the waves, plow cloud peak became a small island, the arowana peak swimming in the snow waves between flowers. The waves calmed down and the moon dazzled. At this time, Wenshu Academy is directly south in front of the whole body of the Scorpio constellation, such as a flying dragon a, ambling in front of the front, a motionless. Waiting for someone to ride, it can take off. And when I was in the quiet between the peaks, dark blue hotel, suddenly woke up, gently up, see the peaks are still only bright and dark yin and yang points, the dawn of the haze but gradually revealed the purple, blue, green and green colors. The rising sun revealed the first light. Never seen this bright red so red, also never seen this bright red so fresh. A moment of fireballs in the air, gaze at the colorful haze cover. The light and shadow had a thousand variations, and space shot down a hundred pillars of light. Ten thousand pines forest incomparable splendor, cloud valley temple luxury light. Suddenly saw a glazed treasure lamp, hanging high on the top of the first letter peak. Strange light and colorful, scattered flowers dock as a big fireworks. Fireworks are flying. That dark woo change color, scolding the wind and clouds and converge. Sheng pipe chorus, the mountains call the valley response. The wind is anxious. In front of the West Sea Gate, snow waves. And in front of the Paiyun Pavilion, as if a busy harbor, the wharf loading and unloading packages of soft goods. How I want to sail from here to go to sea. But there were many reefs and the waves were so treacherous that they could have broken my masts and overturned my boat. I went through the dense forest path and ran up to the left peak. There was a platform where I could watch the sea. But I saw the vastness of the sea, boundless, the sea Penglai, especially strange. I went through more dense forests, over more strange peaks, snaked past more dangerous cliffs, and stepped into deeper waves. A reed can be sailed, I reached the center of the sea on the peak of Feilai. The pleasure of the tour intensified, and I stepped into the clouds again, into that cloud where there is no sign on the map of the Yellow Mountain, where no one mentions it in any of the travelogues, where there are no stone steps at all, no paths, no routes, no directions. Just between the cracks of the rocks, among the roots of the pines, in the folds and creases of the snowy waves, loads and loads of floating, I went overseas. Thick clouds gathered in all directions. Suddenly, I saw a medicine farmer, told me that this place is called Overseas Five Peaks. He showed me the highest honor of the Yellow Mountain, a branch of Ganoderma lucidum, with head and tail and flower stems, bright red like coral in color. He showed me the way, and edged himself down the rope to a valley tens of feet deep. He was flying, swinging. Yellow Mountain belongs to him, belongs to such a medicine farmer. I don't know how many layers of clouds I passed through and how many ridges I circled, but I found myself on Alchemy Peak, in front of the Brightness Peak. Heavy rain was coming, and I just happened to duck into the weather station. The Yellow Mountain belonged to them too, these young scientists, and they invited me into their research room. The rain poured down. The meteorologists congratulated me on the best view. I was barely breathing when they urged me to go up to the observatory. Sure enough, the sky was green again after the rain. Tendu stood out like an ancient general. The scarlet Lotus Peak welcomes the sunlight and spreads out its watery petals. Light sea of clouds gap, see the mountain crystal water droplets. Xiuning's Baiyue Mountain, Qingyang's Jiuhua Mountain, Lin'an's Tianmu Mountain, Jiujiang's Kuanglu Mountain. In the distance, such as a white practice a floating, it is the Yangtze River. At this time a rainbow, hanging in the sky. Seven brightly colored, silver sea against the background. Wonderful! Wonderful! The rainbow wasn't far away, it was near the present, right by the observatory. Just ten paces away, the foot of the rainbow rises up, across the sky, straight up into the blue sky, to the extreme distance. It was as if one could climb up from the foot of the rainbow, walk in front of the rainbow, and look down on the mountains and rivers. Between the clouds and the sea, there is suddenly a precious light. Pine shadow of the shade, a piece of glass, flashing in the rainbow, only twenty steps away from me, can be reached. It is exceptionally bright. It is crystal in the center. It had a mirror inside its richer-than-a-rainbow ring of mirrors. The light! The light! What a park! What a world! --Huangshan" Shen Congwen's description of the scene example: along the river on both sides of the mountains are deep turquoise color, the mountains often wear a bit of snow, the river is as clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the water and mountains, and experiencing the sailors' bravery in their work and diet, made me smile often in my loneliness! --Examples of scene descriptions in Yu Dafu's writing: The river's autumn water is still clear and blue. The autumn mountains on both sides of the river are still curling up to welcome people. The Cangjiang River, a few curves, there are nine clusters of reeds, a few curves of the village, dotted there. If you are sitting in the cabin of the ship, you only need to raise your head, and the red leaves of the Sapium sebiferum trees on the riverbank and the green mountains not far from the sky will greet you. --Yu Dafu, "Smoke and Shadows", Qin Mu's Scenery Description Example: The sound of the sea waves lapping against the rocks and sandy beaches was never-endingly boisterous. The waves, almost like a white line, came rushing in from afar, crashing into the shore with a rhythmic splashing sound, then bursting into foam and disappearing between the sand and rocks. A row of waves chased up behind them ...... -- Qin Mu "Gold Coast" Guo Moruo's description of the scene: Although the water has been liberated from the mountains compared to the upper reaches, it is still quite turbulent, and therefore quite unrestrained, the river is quite vast, and every time a small or a large wave comes in, the water is very strong. The surface of the river is quite vast, and there are continents of various sizes with newborn trees. Although it is verdant in spring and summer, it becomes a sparse cold forest in winter. The color of the water, except for the reddish color during the summer flood, is a thick azure. The sound of the beaches from near and far is constantly singing in harmony. --Guo Moruo, "Emei Mountain", "the mysterious wrong high lake" Fan: people who have been to Tibet, if they have not been to Tibet's "Jiangnan" - Linzhi, then it should be a pity. People who have been to Linzhi, if they have not personally visited the wrong high lake, then, should be a big regret.　　Wrong high lake, is located in the northwest of linzhi gombo jiangda county wrong high township, where the climate is pleasant, beautiful scenery.　　The lake is surrounded by rolling mountain peaks. The water of the lake is turquoise and clear. When there is no wind, the level is like a mirror, white clouds, green mountain shadow reflected in the lake, mountain light and water color, blend into one. Large and small fish in the water shuttle, as if in the Chongshan, white clouds swimming between, so that people seem to be in a fairyland.　　The lake is known as "holy water" by local people. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, when nature is impregnated with cold, it is still blue. Fish in the lake, the lake side of the flock of rare birds, legend has it that the bottom of the lake and strange animals and beasts. Some people say they have seen two big fish, said one has a few trucks up so long, when they swim out of the lake surface play time, stirring the lake like a pot. This gives the wrong high lake and added a few mysterious color. Sometimes, people can also see such a vision: the lake reflects the grasslands, snow-capped mountains, and can even clearly see the corner of the bustling market in Lhasa and the warmth of the puja scene. These, it is the said mirage.　　The most colorful to the lake, naturally, should be the small island in the lake. Small island round as a felt hat, surrounded by green trees, the center is the famous Gesar King Temple. Legend has it that King Gesar went east to destroy the return of the demon, passing through the wrong high lake, where the scenery is y attracted to the island to stop and enjoy the lake and mountains, long unwilling to leave. Later generations in order to commemorate him, they built on the island of this King Gesar temple, set up his statue, wrote down his great deeds. Inside the temple, the oil lamp flickers all day long, the sound of the scriptures; outside the temple, the smoke filled with gold streamers fluttering, attracting countless believers and sightseers.　　Lake around the mountain, is rare primitive forest, covering the sky. People inside, only with the help of a little light spots to see the scenery. Various small birds whimper and fly over head. If you are lucky, you can also see musk, deer and other precious animals. In early fall, various kinds of delicious mushrooms such as green bacillus, baby mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms grow all over the mountains, bringing mouthfuls of happiness and wealth to local people.　　Wrong High Lake, with its unique scenery and rich religious colors, attracts millions of people. It is said that in the future, but also in the construction of roads here, hotels, etc., so that more people come to enjoy the great scenery, know Tibet, know China.　　Wrong high lake, hometown of the lake, you are your sons and daughters of pride, you are your sons and daughters of glory. Your today is infinitely beautiful, and your tomorrow will be even more glorious. --Bianba Zaxi The south wind with the breath of spring, blowing his disheveled hair; spring swallows to and from the balking, the air is full of their murmur of the complicated sound. The new-born green grass, smilingly limp on the ground, as if it were talking to the little yellow flowers of the dandelions with their heads bowed down; the willow's soft stripes swayed bitterly, apparently because it saw that the peach-tree beside it had only small leaves, and felt too lonely.　　--After a spring rain, the willow branches are green and the peach blossoms are smiling. The mountain stream was full of water, and one or two peach petals floated over the water from time to time. The color of the sky was as bright as glass in a tender blue. The sun rises from the eastern half of the sky with a smile, red like a young girl's face, full and moving. The picturesque colors of spring and the magnificent mountains and rivers made people feel relaxed and alive.　　--Shi Peifa, "The Man Who Fought the Spinning Net" In any case, winter was over after all. At the beginning of April the days became warm, and the nights still cold: winter would not give way, but at last a warm day came, and beat back the winter, so that the river flowed, and all the birds chirped. The whole meadow and shrubbery by the river were flooded by the spring tide, and the large area between the Rukovo and the high slopes on the opposite bank was occupied by an ocean of water, on which wild ducks flew and landed in flocks. Every evening the reddish spring sunsets and gorgeous clouds created a new, extraordinary, and bizarre scene, which people would not believe to be real when they saw them in paintings later on.　　--(Russian) Chekhov, Peasant Spring. The yellow field turns green. New green leaves grow on the dead branches. The sun smiles gently on everyone, birds sing and fly. Flowers bloom, red flowers, white flowers, purple flowers. Stars twinkle, red stars, yellow stars, white stars. The sky is blue, the wind is free, and love is dreamy and beautiful. The window is wide open, the sunlight creeps in with a smile. Flowers smiled at butterflies outside the window. Bees and flies fluttered in the room.　　--Ba Jin, "Autumn in Spring" The flowery spring has come, and my hometown is full of thriving scenes. The willows on the Shichuan River have begun to sprout, the grasses on the Chizishan Mountain have peeped out, and all kinds of flowers have quietly opened. Look at the river and the foot of the mountain: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, delicate begonias ...... are blooming smilingly. The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is thawing. If you come here at this time, nature will leave the latest and most beautiful pictures in your mind.　　--Chen Yue Li "Please come to our hometown" The gesture of spring is gentle and beautiful: on the grassland at the top of the trees, the buds are slowly coming out, turquoise, light green, as if they were young girls, solemn and lively. Spring, just like for them to exist. Floating in the space of spring willow poplars, this time also seems to take advantage of the opportunity to let loose a bit of slut like, completely abandoned the false shyness, everywhere to provoke people; the sky is sinking blue, the sun is as soft as a sponge; the wind blowing on the body of the people to make people enchanted with the same as the pleasure. People are so intoxicated that they are about to dissolve in this kind of scenery.　　--Gedi He's "Spring Mystery" Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, and the scattered villages are unsinkable boats; the crisscrossed curved rivers, the willow branches by the riverside spit out buds, and asparagus drills out to put the leaves through the clear, and the calm water in the rivers awakens from the purity of winter. The calm water in the river, awakening from the winter's purity, by the color of nature dress up green and green; really mountains and water are love, good not moving. In the sunny noon, you can also see a group of swimming fish under the water, motionless and serious parked there, as if waiting for the wind to depart the submarine team. At this time, the entire insect world is starting an extremely large liberation movement, in every second there are hundreds of millions of life in the hibernation of the shell shell rushed out, so the spring has vitality, the spring is so prosperous ah!　　--Gao Xiaosheng "wallet" Spring came to Jiangnan, spring came to Shanghai.　　Shanghai, a big city that has always been slow to feel the seasons, is now strongly overflowing with the scent of spring, reflecting the colors of spring. You see: Zhaojiabang Road, that ten-mile promenade on the green area, that can be called the first branch of the east wind of the magnolia flowers, blooming is how warm and bright. The white, plain light wrapped, crystal clear, standing, looking at it, people can not help but produce a kind of mud without staining the noble feelings; Purple it, it is not vulgar, Li and not charming, the same is the head, chivalrous style. Also, that peach blossom, apricot blossom, azalea, camellia ...... are also buds spitting buds, fight for beauty, competing to people to report the message of spring. As for the park Inside, it is needless to say, dark flowers, beautiful. Even the trees on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, not long ago, they are still bare in the cold wind, and now also bloomed buds, put on a green dress, cheerfully welcome the pedestrians, pouring out the rich spring breath.　　--Junqing "Spring Light Song"