Morning (1)

After Mr. Yichen arrived with his son, another important outdoor activity was: field sketching.

Mr. Yichen always takes Liang Xin to depict the scenery of nature and appreciate the thrilling beauty of nature.

He said to Liang Xin: "The meaning of nature is that all things are one, and we human beings come from nature and have always been a part of nature, but modern industrialization has made us more and more ignorant and ruthless of nature." Our constant return to nature in our minds can never be said to be a negative regression, but a return to normalcy from madness. ”

Because Yichen wanted to sketch some of the natural scenes in the forest during this time as illustrations and add them to the "Gino's Scimitar" that I was writing, he invited me to go out and sketch with their father and son. He asked me to choose my favorite scenery as the object of my sketching.

So, I also took a picture clip and followed their father and son into the dense forest.

When they were drawing, I would accompany them and scribble as much as I wanted.

In the face of nature, I often envy you and Liang Sheng for being so good at painting.

I have always only painted the simplest and naïve patterns, and my skills are poor and jerky, which is completely insufficient to express the nourishment and shock that nature has given me.

(b)

We walked along the forest road, silently from one aspen to another.

It was drizzling in the sky, the breeze was light, and the poplar leaves were fluttering in the wind, and the raindrops were dripping everywhere.

We settled down in a gazebo where tourists rested, and Mr. Yichen asked Liang Xin and I to draw the leaves of the poplar tree separately.

Mr. Yichen said that the leaves of the aspen tree are the most pecked leaves of the ptarmigone. It especially likes to eat the leaves at the top of the tree.

The ptarmigan is a very common bird in the spring in this area, and the bone shape of the skull is very distinctive and very recognizable.

It is said that the Thunderbird was born in the Jurassic period, which is much older than us humans, and may be one of the ancestors of the Brontosaurus. It must not agree with humanity that humans are the masters of this planet, and we are the masters of the forest and grasslands around Winterlake.

There was a puddle somewhere near the gazebo. Droplets of water drip evenly from the branches of tall trees into this puddle. The branches were high and low, and the droplets were big and small.

I casually sketched the outlines of the leaves as I savored the sound.

Nature is always playing the chapter of life day and night.

However, listening to this kind of music requires a serene and clear mind and sufficient spirituality.

As soon as you realize it, the flowers bloom and fall, the leaves sway in the wind, the birds sing and the water flows, and everything becomes beautiful music.

We sat on the gazebo and painted quietly.

The forest is always filled with lively conversations between plants and wild animals.

We humans greet each other with sounds, but the forest uses fragrance, and at the moment each flower and tree exudes its own fragrance.

Liang Xin touched my arm and pointed to a huge ant nest under the big tree opposite.

He whispered to me that the locals had told him that this was the largest ant kingdom in the forest. The number of ants is surprisingly numerous. Locals call it "China".

I was very impressed with the name.

Unfortunately, this ant nest did not exist for long after tourists invaded the forest. A hunting tourist burned it down a few years later out of fun. The charred corpses of ants, once covered the ground in the forest, were in a terrible condition.

Later, when I went back, there was no trace of it, only a small puddle.

Billions of lives disappeared silently because of a prank on the whim of a tourist.

Everything in the forest has rules and is connected in harmony with each other. - However, man is fickle and can do anything, so his every move will be a sharp interference with the life of nature.

(c)

We stood in front of a pool of crystal clear icemelt and admired the small puffy clouds beneath our feet.

Both Mr. Shen and Katya said that in the clearing in this forest, people lived in it a long time ago, and this path was walked by people at that time.

We looked with reverence at the forest path that had been trodden by those who had gone before us, and imagined the years when those who had long since died carried torches down this path.

Did they think of us who stood here in the years to come?

Mr. Yichen said, "Just as trees store the energy of sunlight for thousands of years, people have lived on the earth for thousands of years, and they have also given joy to each other, accumulating it and passing it on to the distant future." ”

We passed by the huge stumps of some old decaying trees in the forest.

Their surroundings are quiet in the harsh winter months. But now, the hot sunlight shines through the branches and into their dark shadows.

As soon as the stump heats up, everything around it warms up, grows, and moves.

New green grew on the stump, and then it was covered with flowers.

Liang Xin and Katya stopped curiously and counted: on a bright and hot point of light shone by the sun, there were ten mantises, two lizards, six flies, and two walking insects......

Liang Xin took a picture of a walking bug with the lens of a digital camera, and he pointed out to me the short hairs on the walking bug's feet on the monitor, which gave me goosebumps.

At that moment, a pine cone fell from my head and smashed into the middle of the ball I had tied up. I groaned and touched the smashing area, but I didn't pay much attention to it, I thought it was the wind that shook the pine cones off.

However, within a few seconds, another pine cone fell from the tree and smashed on the bridge of Liang Xin's nose.

We looked up and were surprised to see an angry squirrel standing on a branch, picking up another pine cone and angrily throwing it at the top of Katya's head.

Katya shrunk her neck in fright, dodged to the side, and dodged. Seeing that it hadn't hit us, the squirrel squeaked and jumped up and down on the branches.

Mr. Shen looked at the squirrel's angry appearance and said to us, "It thinks this territory is its territory, and we dare to invade its country." It's threatening us to get out of here. ”

Mr. Yichen also looked up at the angry little squirrel. He laughed and said, "Actually, it's no different from us." We also consider Winterlake Camp to be our company's property, and we consider the cabins to be ours, even though the ground is full of termites. ”

Mr. Shen said: "Yes, some ladies will shoot people to protect grouse, which is lounging in the camp. ”

I bent down to pick up the pine cone that had fallen to the ground and threw it at Mr. Shen, who hit him straight in the shoulder.

Mr. Shen laughed.

Mr. Yichen looked at me, shook his head, and sighed: "Only women and squirrels are difficult to nourish their ears." ”