In early spring, the sun is in a hurry. "A year's plan lies in spring." After sleeping for a winter, I always feel that spring is full of hope all over the world, and for this bright or dark hope, I work hard, or I am busy in the field, or I pack my bags and go out to make money, and I come and go in a hurry. If there is some lingering light rain, I will realize a portrayal of "hardship" When the grass, small trees and small crops bathed in the spring rain came into view, the tide of hope rose again, and the sun became a little hot and broke into the embrace of summer. The summer sun always makes people sigh. In summer, the sky is shining, the earth is on fire, cicadas are singing, weeping willows are solemn by the river, neem trees are frowning slightly, and people shaking cattail leaf fans have been shouting "How hot! It's so hot! " I believe that Kuafu in ancient times must be chasing the summer sun, otherwise he would not be roasted to death in Xiqiao, and his persistent pursuit turned into indomitable spiritual strength; The bow archery's Houyi must also be poisonous summer. He also knows that "everything depends on the sun", and he will not do such a "thankless, yellow and fat rice cake", nor will he win the reputation of a hero. This is also a beautiful legend. The future Queen Mother gave the elixir, and Chang 'e stole the elixir and flew to the Moon Palace. There was no "above, he looked for the green emptiness, below, the yellow spring, but he failed. In two places, he found the person he was looking for" forever. The autumn sun always seems to be forgotten. When an autumn wind blows rapidly, the leaves gradually turn yellow; Another burst of autumn wind, yellow leaves flying like butterflies, singing the last ballad of life, returning to the earth and nourishing future generations. As for Qiuyang, although it is still rising, it tirelessly attaches importance to its own class and is loyal to its duties, but under the cover of the autumn wind, it looks weak and shows layers of coolness. Every time I bid farewell to a day's trip, the sunset is like blood, reflecting a chill and sadness. The poet who was sad for autumn touched the mood of this scene. "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river setting the yen" only aroused homesickness, and there was a burst of uncontrollable tears, more for the scenery and people in my hometown.
Only the winter sunshine is warm and comfortable. Going out on the road, the sun is warm, and the whole body and mind are bathed in the sun. I seem to have everything, and my mood is very cheerful. Your steps have never been so relaxed and vigorous. After a heavy snow, the sun showed its magic in the snow, reflecting the snow-white ice ribs into beautiful colors. In the sun, the snow slowly resists melting, drips under the eaves, permeates the roadside, and nourishes the bumper harvest in the coming year. The last thing is to move a chair, sit on the balcony in the sun, hold a book and read lazily. This is a petty bourgeoisie sentiment, not as affordable as the old farmer. The dining table is also set in the sun. "The sun is everywhere, and the fish is everywhere." I enjoy it very much. My satisfaction with life is written on chopsticks, as if life is to eat with fish.
And my deepest feeling about winter is standing by the river watching fishing when I was a child. By the river in my hometown, the revolutionary grass withered, so thick that it covered half the river like a big quilt and hung on the grass and trees on the shore. A small covered boat was carrying a couple. The wife paddles at the stern, and the husband wraps a yellow quilt around the bow. Below, he sat by the fire to keep warm, naked, and jumped off the boat after passing a section of revolutionary grass. A macho man jumped down and touched the hibernating fish. Come out of the water, throw the fish in your hand into the belly of the boat and wipe your body at will, or just sit in the quilt without wiping, drink a homemade rotten burn and watch the sun hanging low above your head and enjoy it quietly. That look, the real happy fairy. My childhood dream was to be such a "fisherman" and fully show the beauty of a man in the warmth of winter. Childhood memories are profound. Whenever I read the word "fishing" in Song Ci, no matter whether it is sentimental or impassioned, I always unconsciously jump out of the scene where the couple are fishing in the river, and of course, that round of winter.
The winter sun shines brightly on the earth, indicating that the year is coming to an end. At Jiangwharf, in order to celebrate the bumper harvest of the year, the noise of dividing fish began to appear, followed by the excitement of spreading powder, followed by waves of Chinese New Year preparations. Suddenly, a fish slipped into the river from the river pier, which attracted a group of busy housewives to shout, take a basin and use a bamboo pole in an attempt to put the fish back in the "bag", but often the result was empty. The housewife who threw the fish just smiled and clapped her hands: Year after year, this fish will stay for the next year. And those men and grandfathers always sit together, smoking a cigarette in their mouths, summing up their own history of the year, judging the rights and wrongs of their neighbors, and enriching the lazy content in winter with countless' topics'. The even Shaoxing dialect is full of pastoral charm, and there are a pair of old hands full of cocoons, writing a chapter of hard work and getting rich. The most lively ladies are always running around, which is not enough. A little thing is regarded as bigger than the sky, and a little thing is regarded as the best toy. They can even play "empty-handed party" and wear bulging cotton-padded jackets. You push me and I push you, which is also a pleasure. In such a scene, there was nowhere to go home a few days ago.
Just like the sun in winter, people tend to enter middle age because it matches the randomness and laziness in winter. As the saying goes, middle-aged people are always busy. One day, my wife called and said that one of her husband's legs suddenly swelled up. I don't know what happened. I'm going to Hangzhou to see a doctor. My mood is as dark as the sun is covered by dark clouds. I have been uneasy for a long time. It's not very important to get a phone call from my wife saying it's a blood clot. I was relieved and looked out of the window. The sun was shining. I can't help feeling much better. Middle-aged mood, like the sun in winter, is either shrouded in dark clouds all day, the world is gloomy, and the cold wind blows around, penetrating into the collar and arousing a "goose bumps", which is a precursor to heavy snow and may be a major turning point; Either the sun shines all day long, the sun spreads all over the earth, and everything becomes so careless. Over time, I almost sigh the stability of life. Although sometimes there will be cloudy days, foggy days and rainy days, the sun in winter will always break through layers of obstacles and bloom its own unique and warm smiling face in the blue sky when people need warmth most.