Moonlight, like running water, quietly cascades over the leaves and flowers. Thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream shrouded in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds 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 was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows 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, far and near, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness 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. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, listless, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. The most lively at this time is the sound of cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing. (Zhu Ziqing, "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond")
I grew up in Jiangnan, childhood impression of winter in Jiangnan, the name engraved especially deep; although it is gradually into middle age, and love the late autumn, that autumn is the most favorable season to read and write, but for the winter scenery of Jiangnan, always feel that it is a special mood that can outweigh the summer nights in the north, to put it in a more modern way, that is, a bright mood.
I have also been to Fujian and Guangdong, where the winter, and the warmth of the original extreme and warm, sometimes to the side of the lunar calendar, may also have to come up with a sarong with: walk through the hedge of the savages, but also to see a lot of miscellaneous autumn flowers! After a shower of thunder, cooler, at most, had to change into a jacket, between Fujian and Guangdong, leather robe and cotton jacket is absolutely not necessary! This kind of climate anomaly in the extreme south, and not what I call the winter scenery of Jiangnan, can only be called it as a long spring in the south, is the extension of spring or fall.
Jiangnan's geology is rich and moist, so it can contain the heat and feed the plants; therefore, along the Yangtze River, the rushes can be undefeated by the winter solstice, and the red leaves will sometimes keep more than three months of life. Like the Sapium sebiferum trees on both sides of the Qiantang River, after the red leaves, there are still snow-white Sapium sebiferum on the branches, a little bit of a clump, with the camera will be out, can be messed up plum blossoms of the real. Grass color has become ochre at most, the root side always with a little green, not only the wildfire can not be eliminated, is the cold wind can not be blown down. If you meet the wind and warm afternoon, you are willing to go up to the winter countryside to walk, then the green sky under the blue, you not only do not feel the age of the kill, and can also feel a kind of inexplicable implicit in the anger there: "If the winter is coming, the spring will always be coming soon" of the poet's famous line, only in the mountains of Jiangnan, it is easiest to experience! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Talking about the walk in the cold countryside, it is really the winter of Jiangnan, a special favor given to the inhabitants of Jiangnan; in the northern part of the freezing snow in the growth of people, is his life, will never have the opportunity to enjoy this kind of blessing. I don't know how the German winter is compared to our Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but from the point of view of many writers who like to use the word Spaziergang as the title of their creations, it seems that about the southern part of Germany, the change of seasons is not much different from our Jiangnan. For example, the nineteenth-century local poet Peter Rosegger (1843-1918), he used this "walk" as the title of the article is especially written a lot, and the written The situation, however, is mostly applicable to the mountainous areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in China.
Jiangnan river and harbor exchanges, and the land and the sea, lakes and marshes, so the air contains moisture; to the winter, from time to time will also rain, and this rain cold village in the winter scene, but also an indescribable leisurely realm. Think about it, after the fall harvest, the riverside three or five families will gather in a small village, the door to the long bridge, the window facing the distant foo, which in the middle of the tree is mostly the branches of the wooded forest; in this picture of a winter countryside, and then sprinkled with a layer of white rain as fine as the same powder, coupled with a layer of light a few not the ink of the background, you say is not leisurely enough? If you want to point out the scenery into, then you can moor a boat in front of the door, thatched cottage can be added to a few boisterous drinkers, the day drew to a close, you can also add a flavor of red and yellow, in the thatched cottage window painted a circle suggestive of the light of the moon halo. People to this a realm, naturally will be free-minded up, and finally to gain and loss are dead, death and life are different: we should remember the Tang Dynasty poet did "the evening rain dashing on the river village" of a stanza? The poet to this point, even to the Greenwood heroes are polite up, this is not the charming winter scenery of Jiangnan and what is it?
One mention of rain, it is inevitable to think of snow: "the evening sky wants to snow, can drink a glass of nothing?" Naturally, the snowy scene at sunset in Jiangnan. "Cold sand plum shadow road, snow wine village", then snow, moon and plum of the winter night three friends, will meet together, in the molestation of wine girl. "Chaimen village dog barking, wind and snow night returnee", is a snowy night in Jiangnan, deeper and quieter after the scene. "In the deep snow of the front tree, a branch opened last night" is again the next morning, and the village boy, who likes snow as much as the dog, comes to report the village scene. The poet's lines may not have been written in Jiangnan, and the poet who made them may not have been a Jiangnan man, but if you fake these lines to describe the snowy scene in Jiangnan, won't it be straightforward and much more beautiful than the prose written by this stupid pen of mine?
There are several years, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan may be no rain without snow in the winter, to the spring of the lunar calendar at the end of the first month or the beginning of February and then cold a cold spring snow; last year (1934) winter is so, I am afraid that this year's winter had to be so, with the seasonal projections, about the day of the cold, will be in 1936 at the end of February, at most, always only seven or eight days like. Such a winter is called a dry winter in the countryside, which may be better for the wheat harvest, but the population will suffer; if it is dry for a long time, diseases such as diphtheria and influenza will naturally come on easily, but those who want to enjoy the winter scenery of Jiangnan will only be a little bit happier in this kind of winter because there are more days of sunshine, and there are more chances of going out into the countryside to take a stroll; what the Japanese call Hiking, and what the Germans call Spaziering, is also a good idea. It is this kind of winter that the Germans call Spaziergang, the maniacs, welcome the most. （
If there is only sunshine, it is not surprising. Please close your eyes and think: an old city with mountains and water, all basking in the sunshine under the sky, sleeping warmly and comfortably, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up, is this not an ideal situation? The hills surround Jinan in a circle, with only the north side missing a bit of an opening. This circle of hills is especially lovely in winter, as if Jinan is placed in a small cradle, they are quiet and immobile whispered "you do not worry, here to keep warm. Really, the people of Jinan are smiling in winter. When they look at the hills, they feel that they have a place to stay and a place to rely on. When they see the mountains from the sky, they unconsciously think: "Tomorrow may be spring, right? With such warmth, the grass may be green tonight, right?" It is this fantasy can not be realized, they are not anxious, because there is such a charitable winter, why hope for anything else!
The best thing would be a little snow. See, the mountain pine more and more green and black, the tip of the tree topped with an armful of white flowers, as if the Japanese nursemaid. The tip of the mountain all white, to the blue sky border on a silver edge. On the mountain slopes, some places snow thicker, some places grass color is still exposed; so, a white, a dark yellow, to the mountains to wear a watery pattern of the flower coat; look, this flower coat seems to be the wind blowing, so you hope to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. Waiting for the fast fall, yellowish sunlight slanting on the mountainside, the point of thin snow seems to be suddenly shy, slightly showing a little pink. It's just a little bit of snow, Jinan can't take a lot of snow, those hills are too beautiful!
The old Jinan, so narrow in the city, and so spacious outside the city, lying on the hillside of some small villages, small villages lying on the roof of the point of the snow, yes, this is a small ink painting, perhaps the famous hand of the Tang Dynasty painted it.
The water, not only does not freeze, but on the contrary, in the green pimple bubbling with a little heat, algae is really green, the green of the year-long storage all take out. The more clear the day, the more green algae, with the spirit of these green, the water does not bear to freeze on, in addition to those long skills of the willow will have to be in the water to take a picture of the shadow of it! Look at it, by clarifying the river slowly look up, the air, mid-air, the sky, from top to bottom are so bright, so blue, the whole is a piece of ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs, yellow grassy hills, and small gray trees like small flowers on the carpet; this is Jinan in winter. (Lao She, "Winter in Jinan")
We went to the Meiyu Pavilion first. The Meiyu Pavilion faces the waterfall; sitting by the pavilion, you don't have to look up to see the whole thing. The Meiyu Pavilion is located deep below the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion is perched on a prominent corner of the rock, up and down are empty; as if an eagle with wings floating in the sky in general. On three sides are mountains, like half a ring embracing; people like in the bottom of the well. It was a thin cloudy day of autumn. Faint clouds streamed over our tops; the rocky surface and the grass were a little oily green from the wet. And the waterfall seemed to be distinctly loud. The cascade, rushing down from above, seemed to have been torn into locks of several sizes; no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many angles on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like a flower. The splash of water, crystal and more mango; far away, like a small white plum, rain like have fallen. It is said that this is the reason why the plum rain pool got its name. But I think like poplar flowers, more accurate. When the wind is blowing lightly, a few dots are scattered with the wind, that is even more poplar flowers.
The glittering green of the Meiyu Pool beckoned us; we began to catch the divine light of her clutch. Grabbing the grass, climbing the rocks, carefully probing down, and bowing through a stone dome door, we arrived at the edge of the blue pool. The waterfall was between my sleeves; but there was no more waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the water. The intoxicating green, as if a huge, huge lotus leaf was spread out, was full of strange green. I wanted to open my arms and embrace her; but what a delusion it was. --Standing at the water's edge, I looked over to the other side and actually felt a little far away! This flat, thick green is really lovely. She is loosely wrinkled, like a young woman dragging her skirt; she gently fiddles, like the beating heart of a virgin in first love; she is smooth and bright, like coated with "bright oil" in general, as soft as egg whites, so tender, one would think of the most tender skin one has ever touched; and she is not mixed with some dregs of the law, just like a piece of warm jasper, only a clear color - but you don't see it, you can see that it is not a color. She is like a warm jasper, just a clear color - but you can't see through her! I have seen the green poplar in Shichahai, Beijing, can not get rid of the goose yellow background, seems too light. I have also seen Hangzhou Hupang Temple next to the high and deep "green wall", overlapping the infinite blue grass and green leaves, that seems too thick. For the rest, the waves of the West Lake are too bright, and those of the Qinhuai River are too dark. Lovely, what will I compare you to? How can I compare you? About the pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green; as if the blue sky melted a piece in it, so it is so fresh and moist ah. --That intoxicating green! If I could cut thee for a sash, I would give it to the light dancer; she would be able to float in the wind. If I could give thee for eyes, I would give them to the blind girl who sings so well, and she would have eyes to see with. I could not spare thee; how could I spare thee? I patted thee with my hand, and caressed thee, as a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. And I took thee into my mouth, and kissed her. I'll give you a name, I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, okay?
The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but be amazed at the green of Meiyu Pool. （
If you think it's too long, you can selectively excerpt from it. In fact, most of the writing is prose, Zhu Ziqing, Yu Dafu, Lao She, Lu Xun, Ba Jin, etc., there are a lot of them, and most of them are famous paragraphs, it's not a big deal to find them.