Once, people said that May was red (red May), but in fact, May was green. Burroughs wrote in "Fresh Yuan Ye": "May never seems to leave, thus creating such greenery. This kind of green is gentle, clear and transparent, growing and updating at any time. This greenery is as continuous as raindrops and spreads endlessly, covering mountains, cliffs and valleys. " The poet Li Xiaoyu said in "Night": "In a faint moment, light thunder rolled across the horizon, telling the tropical place/green hometown"; She is talking about the geographical location of green. If the "tropical" in the poem is removed, in terms of time, May is also the hometown of green. Along the way from the cold wind and drizzle in early spring, green has grown up and matured. I looked at the upcoming May and found it beautiful, lovely, amiable and respectable.
Summer begins to roam in May. "Dressing in disorder in the Spring and Autumn Period", the beautiful enchanting spring that is hot and cold, makes people feel that it is alive and kicking, erratic and unpredictable. Since May, the warm temperature has stabilized, and the green is half bright and half beautiful. Unveiled the veil of flowers, the warm green in early summer is as affectionate as the sea and full of vitality.
People say that "green symbolizes life and hope." This is not wrong, but it has a deeper and more lasting significance. Green is not the whole of life, but the external expression of fresh life. Green is the primary color of life, and it is the color that the primitive life germinates first and continues. It flashed in an accidental lucky opportunity hundreds of millions of years ago and showed its precious life unswervingly and perseveringly.
The green of life has made one's own life, and at the same time, it has constantly created more brand-new life. All living things are children of green life. As written in Summer Travels: "Summer is lovely and winter is terrible. According to an old Norwegian legend, there was no summer in those years when the gods declined. We instinctively think that summer is the normal state of the earth and winter is abnormal. Summer is' deserved', as if our hearts subconsciously returned to some tropical origin, some kind of Eden full of summer green. "
The Garden of Eden is an imaginary scene in the age of ignorance, but the real scene is that human beings were born and evolved from the green forest, stood up resolutely, and went to the green Yuan Ye without hesitation; It has created human life and is also the cradle of raising human beings. Because of this, in our bones and blood, we have a deep love and attachment to green.
The dancing green shadow is light, quiet, bright and happy, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; But sometimes it is gloomy and scary, which makes people anxious, fearful, sad and timid; "Spring waves are green under the sad bridge" and "sad blue around Hanshan". Perhaps our thoughts will extend to the distance, imagining the mythical fragrance or Leng Yan, and more likely the forest banshee with green face and fangs, which makes a young green soul feel embarrassed and embarrassed.
Wake up at every dawn in May with birds singing. Every bird song is clean and ethereal, crisp and faint, so affectionate, so melodious, so gentle and clear, so tactfully beautiful in silence! Birds' songs are closely related to green. There is no euphemistic bird song in winter. Although I found a bird by chance, it will never sing. In May, all songbirds open their voices and indulge in singing, because green gives them a good mood, lively life and beautiful melody.
Between heaven and earth, there are natural and primitive melodies and rhymes everywhere. Roman Roland said: Singing is the foundation of all music. Maybe he's right. But if we go back to ancient times, did the euphemistic songs of birds start the journey of human singing and music? Zhuangzi divided sound (including singing, of course) into three levels, namely, nature, earth and people. Is the sound of birds natural or earthy? In short, one level higher than people. In fact, the songs of birds when they are in a happy mood are not inferior to those who are the most beautiful, ethereal and moving.
Sometimes I think how touching it would be if this bird could sing the Scottish folk song Auld Lang Syne. Of course, it comes from the environment, cultural background and national character of a region. When Burroughs roamed England and Scotland, he said, "Loneliness comes not from the static trees and the dim scenes in the forest, but from the severity and melancholy presented by the vast and open space." This natural environment creates the charm of birds: "There are no complicated elements in the tune, but there are sincere joy and frankness, and there is a little sadness, just like the sunshine plating a layer of gold on the treetops, pointing directly at people's hearts." * I don't know whether there are tears in the eyes of birds when they sing, and whether there is sweet melancholy in their feelings. Is human singing imitating the sound of birds? Is the singing of birds the inspiration or source of songs and music?
"No one knows how many kinds of creatures there are today. It is estimated that there are 400 to 100 million species. So many creatures have the same characteristics-survival and reproduction. " * * Thanks for the warm gift in May, which is the breeding season for birds. They are very hard-working and busy. Young birds with yellow mouths hatch, and parents work harder. Low in the air, in the wild and on the river, there are birds rushing to feed.
When a new life of any similar species begins, its expressions and actions are exactly the same. The easiest thing to observe is ourselves. If you look at two or more newborn babies casually, there is almost no difference, especially birds. A nest of young birds curled up in the nest, naked, or buried their heads in a deep sleep, or raised their necks high, with Zhang Kaiming's yellow mouth and closed eyes, as if their long necks could not bear the weight of their heads. Before long, when the feathers are getting full, they will flap their wings, as if they were in high spirits, dancing, waiting with their mouths open or urging their parents to feed.
Once the bird jumps out of its nest, it can fly. The old bird never taught them. It's instinct. Young birds are already learning to fly when they are constantly flapping their wings and waiting for their parents to feed them. "For parents, slapping is obviously not just a symbol of hunger. Besides expressing the enhancement of flying muscles, there is other meaning. It is an important link in the instinctive behavior chain that allows birds to survive in the air. j？ Henry. Fabres made a typical experiment with a mud bee in the rural area of Provence, explaining how the activity of this insect constitutes an instinctive behavior chain, and each action is connected in turn to introduce the next action. So many young birds, under this instinctive mechanism of letting a newborn bird leave the nest, one action and another action are combined. " * * * After the young bird leaves the nest, it will never come back. Just like us, it is impossible to climb in without infancy. A bird's life, in addition to having children and nesting, is wandering and living with trees.
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers. In the green of May, the grass in vilen is dotted with small flowers, which are lovely, but fragmentary and simple. Only pomegranate flowers on one tree are extraordinarily enchanting and gorgeous. "Terms of deep Ming Xia, pomegranate curtain open. It's noon in the shade of trees all over the ground, and I dream of warblers. " Pomegranate flowers are as smooth and clean as satin petals, and in the rich green, they are like bright red flames at night. The breeze has stopped, and the flowers are quiet. They look infatuated and dreamy, as if they are remembering a good time, and a slight wave of laughter gently ripples on their faces. The new fruit is like an orange pearl. After growing up, the front of the fruit splits into six sharp corners, and the back is like a small round drum, which is far from mature.
May is not pure green. The wheat waves rolled over the vast fields. Its golden yellow covers almost every field in May. The great and kind wheat keeps us from being hungry and cold everywhere, and we can write glorious history from generation to generation and create a bright future.
In this harvest season, people who are full of yellow land are filled with the joy of harvest. A long time ago, there was a poem that praised the scenery in May and the workers' popularity: "Green comes to yellow, yellow is wheat, and green is seedlings. Who embroidered the world of flowers? Working people have a pair of hands. "
The wheat was harvested, followed by transplanting. After the vast and flat fields are filled with clear water, it looks like a mirror lying flat on the earth, looking after the sky. The sun is scorching overhead, and the mud is muddy under your feet. If you are exhausted and dizzy, there is no place to sit down. But in the eyes of onlookers, the sky is full of white clouds, the mountains are green, the rice fields are like mirrors, and the smoke is curling. Not far from the rice transplanter, one or two egrets are leisurely and carefree, foraging for shrimp and earthworms among the green seedlings in the water-what a quiet and beautiful pastoral scenery! I don't know "who knows that every Chinese grain is hard". ?
The rolling wheat wave is the last golden color. May, when I left, I had already packed up, dressed in a simple green suit, dotted with a little lavender and white patterns, and plunged into the arms of June, turning into a cordial nostalgia and yearning for autumn and winter.
* Master Xian Yuan, page 25, 105.
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