Grain Rain, Grain Rain, was a flower dynasty in April, which experienced a change from prosperity to decline. In the park, elm leaves, cherry blossoms, peaches and February blue can be seen everywhere, which once opened the curtain of flowers. In Shan Ye, apricot blossom, pear blossom and peach blossom are scheduled to open for you, and I will appear. The people who appeared on the stage were tied tightly by the seasons, and they didn't have time to turn around and smile back. Finally, they were somewhat lonely.
Just a gust of wind, catkins falling out of the flowers and falling snow, no purpose, no root, no choice. I seem to be still asleep in yesterday's dream. There are countless steps under the branches, and there are countless encouragements in front of us.
It just rained, and in front of it, Grain Rain, after the rain, slowly fell red and affectionate spring mud in the park. Looking over, my eyes are green, fat and thin. The path that just sprouted in the Qingming Festival is now lush, with branches and leaves blocking your way. Looking up, in the distance ahead, tall trees are hidden, covering your distant eyes and the blue sky overhead. Sigh, the spring is deep, and it is already dusk.
In late spring, those lively, colorful and prosperous times are so dim that my heart hurts. Singing Ouyang? March storms, closing at dusk. Are there no plans to stay in spring? Tears seem to swell up in my heart. Beauty died young, that's all.
Grain Rain is the end of spring. There is no more appropriate farewell than a Grain Rain in late spring. Grain Rain, the rain gives birth to hundreds of valleys. More buds burst through the ground in the rain and gradually turned green into a landscape. Thinking about the faded residual red, I feel a lot of balance, even a little comfort.
In Grain Rain, crops are planted. The memory of the valley is too mottled. I only remember that there is an ancient emperor in the east of my house, and I forgot the plot of planting grain. I only remember that the ears of grain are bulging when they are mature. I always bow my head modestly and show the golden color of autumn with the sunshine of autumn like a tiger.
Mingxin's memory is about transplanting rice. The depression in the west of Beixuexiao Road is my paddy field, which is divided into several rectangles of similar size. Store water when transplanting rice. My father is responsible for transporting seedlings, which were planted in advance. My sister and I stood side by side in the water, sorting out the seedlings in our hands.
After Grain Rain, the sun has been a little hot, and the water under the calf is slightly cold, which feels like ice and fire. After half a day or a day, I admire the neat green silk I weave, floating on the water like green duckweeds. A bird's eye view should be better. In the gap between the green duckweeds, there are four small black spots dotted among them, which are us sitting on the top of the ridge to rest.
Drainage of rice fields is the most pleasant thing. Sitting in the shade of the tree, listening to the sound of flowers and plants sprayed by the water pump, watching the water flow happily into the rice field along the curved furrow from a height, nourishing the green seedlings. Imagine the golden autumn season when rice fields are fragrant. There will be migratory locusts, and we will catch many, many, and put some oil on the bottom of the pot to eat, so that our lips and teeth will remain fragrant. When the dew is dry, the family will harvest rice. I have always had a soft spot for harvesting rice rather than cutting wheat. I like to look back at the golden land when I harvest. The heavy ears of rice once hung so lowly to the earth, and only when they really lay on the land did they find a sense of belonging to life.
Before and after Grain Rain, we planted melons and beans. Proverbs have sprouted cocoons at the bottom of my ears. I've heard it since I was a child, and my father has always said it. Dad came home the other day and planted cucumbers and beans in the backyard. In a few days, the tender green seedlings will be unearthed, and they can thrive with the sunshine and rain. When the seedlings are full of shade, a prickly cucumber will be formed. On a summer morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone, my father picked fresh cucumbers and gave them to his three daughters in the city.
After three days in Grain Rain, I will see peonies in the garden. The beauty of the country blooms at the moment of decline, which may be some comfort to people's lost hearts. Bloom, when the east wall is full of roses, early summer is coming.
Pushing open the door of a solar term, looking back, visiting with an open mind, bloom blossoms, one solar term after another. Next year will be greeted with a new attitude of gongs and drums. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different. In samsara, more and more time passes and the age gradually increases. Fortunately, there are many things worth cherishing.
Two words: red, thin, green and fat. Grain Rain When the thoughts of the sky and the earth are too strong, the long rain line connects them enthusiastically. Ouch! They talked about a love story all night, and when the east was red, the rain gently let them go. I didn't turn over the calendar. I know it's Grain Rain, because only the rain line in Grain Rain is so continuous and soft.
"Qunfangpu" said: Grain Rain, there is rain in the valley. There will be a good rain around Grain Rain, which is beneficial to the planting and growth of crops. So there is a saying: Before and after Grain Rain, we planted melons and beans. In ancient China, Grain Rain was divided into three stages: the first stage was when Ping was born, the second stage was when pigeons flapped their wings, and the third stage was when Dai Sheng dropped mulberry. Before and after Grain Rain, there were more clouds created by rain in the air, and the water on the ground was supplemented by rain, so duckweed began to grow happily, and then cuckoo began to sing to urge farmers to sow? Whole grains? Then, Dai Sheng birds with slender mouths and striking crests began to appear on the mulberry trees. Therefore, valley and rain are inseparable in Grain Rain solar terms.
According to legend, Grain Rain, as the name of solar terms, has a touching story: after the creation, Cang Xie played a powerful role in North Korea when he arrived at the Yellow Emperor. He wanted to get rid of the trouble of not having Chinese characters, so he resigned and went back to his hometown to make his own words. Three years later, a bucket of rapeseed has made so many words. The Jade Emperor was greatly moved when he heard about it, and decided to give him a golden man. But he didn't want to keep it for himself. He felt that he had just done what he should have done, so he had the gold man sent to the Yellow Emperor's palace. The Yellow Emperor asked about the origin of the Jin people and said that it was picked up by accident. The Yellow Emperor accepted it. But after four or five days, when the Yellow Emperor and his ministers were watching the Golden Man at night, suddenly a strange light flashed and the Golden Man disappeared. At this time, Cang Xie was asleep. Suddenly he heard someone ask him, "The Jade Emperor gave you a golden man. What do you want?" ? He said, I hope there will be a bumper harvest of food, so that all the people in the world can have food. Then he woke up. The next day, it was sunny, and he was about to go out when he saw the grain falling from the sky. Soon, the particles became denser than raindrops. When the grain covered the whole village, the villagers were very happy to collect millet at home. Cang Xie remembered the scene in his dream and knew that it was the jade emperor's reward for himself, so he reported it to the Yellow Emperor, who ordered it to rain in Grain Rain on the Grain Rain Festival.
I know there will be no millet in the sky, and I have no joy in collecting millet at home. Moreover, when I see peony shyly spitting out tender fragrance, when I see cherry whispering red hearts, when I see white smoke curling up and white catkins flying down, what about cuckoo? Why don't you go home? The sound of crying at night, I have become sad. In this artistic conception of young flowers falling to the ground one after another, in this transformation from red to thin and from green to fat, it has quietly come to late spring. Grain Rain is the last solar term in spring, and the beautiful spring is leaving. How can I sleep soundly enough?
It seems that there is really telepathy. It seems that his name is Grain Rain, and everything about him is destined to be related to this solar term. Grain Rain and I grew up naked in the village. On this day, the army suddenly heard bad news. He died in a live-fire drill to protect his comrades. The news, like a bomb, stung everyone's heart. Grain Rain has been a good boy since childhood. He is active in learning, ready to help others, and loves to fight against injustice. He is a role model for a group of children. Later, he went to be a soldier. He wants to dedicate his youth to the prosperity of the motherland in the frontier and his blood to the peace and happiness of the people. So he made a lot of contributions in the army, and there was good news every time, only this time? I saw Grain Rain's daughter-in-law Chang Xia crying into tears. That night, tears trickled down with the rain. The next day, I found that the river near the village rose.
However, the villagers did not immerse themselves in grief, but turned grief into strength. They understand. Now it's time to sow, and the season waits for no one, so men carry iron plows and women lead strong cows to the fields. Look, the men are holding the plow in one hand and shaking the whip in the other, which is absolutely cool. Cows also use all their strength to move forward coolly, move forward? Women don't give up men's needs. Corn, millet, beans and other seeds are quickly and evenly scattered in the furrow by their dexterous hands, and their mouths are still talking? Energetic? Gossip makes everyone's power endless! Hard-working and simple folks have added the most dazzling and charming scenery to this season. Soon, after planting all over the ground, the man squatted down and smoked a few cigarettes. The woman picked up the kettle, took out her chest and neck, and then ran down a field. What tricks did Niu Er play? Cute and annoying? ,? Huh? A long whistle lingered in the mountains for a long time.
Oh, this kind of field will soon grow bright green new seedlings. Isn't this hope? Isn't it the harvest of autumn? Grain Rain means the end, this is just the end of the cold weather, and Grain Rain means the beginning. As the temperature rises, the new season will begin. I swallowed my saliva, and all those melancholy feelings were swallowed. At this moment, there was a gentle cry. I ask, it turns out that Grain Rain's beautiful daughter-in-law Chang Xia just gave birth to a lovely baby boy, a brand-new life? Another Grain Rain was born, and the baby boy will grow up happily like a new seedling. Listening to crying is a different kind of laughter and leaving his arms.
The east wind is blowing and the flowers are falling. Grain Rain, give strength to all the birds!
In my impression, Grain Rain has no better solar terms than Grain Rain. Grain Rain, like a colorful watercolor painting, is full of burning poetry. Spring is back, the soil is tender, people's skin is tender, their thoughts are tender, their bones and muscles seem to return to warmth from the cold, and the whole world is warm without a trace of cold and chill.
In Grain Rain season, it is neither too cold nor too hot, with pleasant climate and exceptionally bright sunshine. I woke up one morning, rubbed my sleepy eyes, took off my winter clothes, stretched out easily and wanted to run. Listening to the whispers of swallows, you can't help singing a Tang poem or a Song poem, and shouting the drama of your hometown with a flowing voice.
Going to the wild, I accidentally found that the tender grass dyed the gray and bald mountains and rivers green, and small flowers clustered together, singing and dancing in the wind. Your mood is shocked, and a picture of surprise unfolds in front of you.
In this romantic solar term, it is most suitable for climbing high and looking far or going for an outing. Green grass, red flowers are in full bloom, bees begin to fall in love, butterflies begin to dance, and everything is enjoying the joy of giving birth to life.
I like not only this solar term, but also these two words, just like growing and sprouting, which makes people feel numb and has an inexplicable green impulse. How exquisite the ancient Chinese characters were, how wonderful the solar terms were, and how harmonious the use of grain and rain was. With the valley, there will be rain again. Grain Rain union is the most perfect marriage in the whole world, which reminds people of budding growth, infinite vitality and golden harvest season.
Before and after Grain Rain, we planted grains and beans. Among the 24 solar terms, Grain Rain is the season of conception. It's best to have a spring rain. The new wet breath is wrapped in the fragrance that is in bud, and the fields will be lively. Dig a hole in soft soil, put a seed in it and come back in a few days. The green shoots arched over the soil, shaking their heads and smiling in the wind. A few days later, the fields swaying with hay have been occupied by light green and new green.
With the new buds of vitality, how can people not be on cloud nine?
In rural areas, old people often teach their children and grandchildren that they are diligent, not lazy. This most common and greatest philosophy is meant for people, but it is actually meant for this solar term. Heaven rewards diligence, spring ploughing and autumn harvest, and no one does not sow. This is another season of hard work, the fairest and most promising. In the field, thousands of farmers waved hoes and shouted cows to cut the ribbon for this beautiful solar term.
In Grain Rain in the Han and Tang Dynasties, people called their children and women, ran out of the house, bent down with hoes and pulled cows to help plow the fields. Not only in Han and Tang Dynasties, but also in Grain Rain that year was not full of turmoil. From Tian Zi to Buyi, Grain Rain is a sacred festival. A grain planted in spring and harvested in autumn depends on Grain Rain for 365 days. There is rain in the valley, and there is peace in the valley. Isn't it an eternal truth that the people's stomachs are intertwined with the country?
Our nation, born out of farming civilization, has a special liking for Grain Rain. Compared with talking about classics and Taoism, eating and drinking is the most affordable and the biggest temptation. The folk worship of the God of Grains is to pray for a bumper harvest. I witnessed this grand sacrifice ceremony, and I was full of fear of hunger.
No one will miss this picture-like day, plowing through the wet Grain Rain and swimming into the belly of the earth to get pregnant.
Grain Rain, a relaxed girl, is full of poetry and romance. ?