plums

Ancient temple, three or two plum trees. The moon wins, the better the view.

In February of a certain year, Odawara traveled to Yumoto and visited Zakumoji Temple. At this time, the sunset falls on Hanling, a crow sweeps the sky, the mountains are blue, and the twilight is clear. There is no one in the temple. Only two or three plum blossoms, like snow, stand in the twilight. Wandering for a long time, looking up at the sky, on the ancient bell tower, the sunset moon bends, light as a dream.

Chinese New Year's Eve

Sunny or not, cloudy or not cloudy, rainy and not rainy, depressed to the end of the year. In front of my door there was a door pine, which was cut from the mountain. There are also pine trees in the small boats moored in the river, as well as straw ropes.

There is nothing in the world, nothing in my family, no guests, no debtors, and no surplus wealth. Spend the New Year quietly, quietly.

My family's wealth

One

The house is not more than square meters, and the courtyard is only ten square meters. People say that this place is both narrow and simple, and it is still tolerant of knees, and the courtyard is small, and you can also look up at the blue sky, take a leisurely stroll, and think far, far away.

The god of the sun and the moon always shines, all year round, wind, rain, frost and snow, patronizing in turn, and the interest is not shallow. Butterflies come here to dance, cicadas come here to chirp, birds come here to play, and autumn insects come here to whisper. Observing the vastness of the universe, most of its wealth is contained in this ten-square-meter courtyard.

Two

There is an old plum tree in the courtyard, in spring and April, the tree is full of green and white flowers, and on a windy day, the plum flowers flutter down from the blurred blue sky, and the garden is full of frost between the moments.

There are many flowers and trees next door, and the flying flowers float to my yard with the wind, the red rain is falling, the snow is white, and in a blink of an eye, the courtyard is covered with flowers. Look closely at peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, camellias, tangtang pears, and plum blossoms.

Three

There is a gardenia growing in the corner of the courtyard. In the evening of May, the spring is cloudy and not sunny, the white flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance is bursting. The master was silent, and the wife seldom spoke. This kind of flower grows in my house, and it is the most suitable.

There is a sycamore tree behind Lao Li, which is green and dry, and there is no oblique out, which seems to tell people: "Be as upright as me." ”

The octagonal gold plate next to the sycamore and the water basin has wide leaves, and with it, the sound of rain in my house is also more.

When the plums were ripe, and every time the amber jade balls that were full of * rolled to the ground, I thought how happy I would be if I had a child and I picked one up for him!

Four

After the poignant sound of cicadas, the world enters winter. The camellia bloomed, and the three-foot-tall red maple seemed to be burning with a fire. The one left by the landlord also opened. The flowers of the garden are beautiful, but the elegance and tranquility of autumn are gathered on the trees of my house. If I were a poet, I would chant "Alone pity the fine chrysanthemum near the thorn", and I would be ashamed that I could not sing the poem "The article in the sea falls into the cloth".

There is a ginkgo biloba behind the house, every late autumn, a tree is golden, the wind rises, the leaves flutter, just like the fairy jade fan falling to the ground. I woke up in the middle of the night, suspected to be the sound of rain, and when I got up early to open the door to see, after the night, the courtyard was full of splendor. The eaves of the roof are full of fallen leaves, and patches of red maple are interspersed among them. I spread all the gold brocade in the yard.

Five

The leaves of the trees have fallen, and there is a sense of desolation. However, the sun and moon shadows gradually increase, and it is gratifying to look up at the starry sky with few obstacles.

river

Zi Zaichuan said: "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night." ”

Facing the river, people's emotions are indeed broken by this word. The poet's thousand words are not as good as this one sentence of Confucius. The sea is vast and boundless, but when it is quiet, it is like a mother's heart, and when it is angry, it feels like the wrath of God. However, the momentum and meaning of "the great river flows day and night" is not possessed by the sea.

You might as well stand on the bank of the great river and look at the mighty river, flowing silently, quietly, and endlessly. "The deceased is like Sifu", you will definitely think of the passage of time, from the past of hundreds of millions of years to the future of hundreds of millions of years, which is like a flowing year in infinite time and space, endless. Oh, there are little white sails in front of you, one by one, and then they disappear. Wasn't the so-called Roman Empire also a flash in the pan? Heh, a few bamboo leaves floated in, flashed before your eyes, and then disappeared. Whether it was Alexander or Napoleon, it was the same. Where are they today? Only the waters of this great river are rushing without ceasing.

I think that standing on the shore of a great river is more like standing on the shore of the sea.

Late autumn and early winter

One

The frost falls, and the wind rises. The autumn leaves in the garden and the ginkgo biloba in front of the door flutter from time to time, and during the day it looks like the shadow of a bird skimming through the book window, and at night it is a clear night, but it reminds people of the rainy scene. When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the courtyard was full of fallen leaves. Looking up, the maple trees showed their withered branches, like colorful brocade everywhere, and there were still two or three or four leaves left on the treetops, which were left by the north wind, shining in the morning sun. The ginkgo tree, which until yesterday was a golden cloud, was skinny this morning, and the leaves were like yellow butterflies in late spring, dotted here and there.

Two

The days are quiet at this time of year. The frost in the morning and the wind in the evening make people feel cold. However, during the day, the blue sky is crisp and clear, and the sun is clear and beautiful. Reading by the window, there is no sound around, although I live in the city, I also feel unusually quiet. Occasionally, there is a shadow reflected on the lattice door, and when you open the door, you can see the plum trees in the yard, the leaves have fallen, and the branches are staggered, crisscrossing the blue sky. The sycamore fell a large dead leaf and lay quietly on the ground, shining in the sun.

The courtyard was silent, and the frost-beaten chrysanthemums lowered their heads and spread their shadows on the ground. The fruit of the southern heavenly bamboo, which remains after the birds peck, glows red under the octagonal gold plate. The loss of its gorgeous posture makes it seem so lonely. Two or three sparrows flew into the yard to feed. An old cat lay in the sun under the rafters. A fly flew in and crawled on the lattice door, making a rustling sound.

Three

The interior of the house is also very quiet. Chestnut, ginkgo, mulberry, maple, pu and other trees have lost their leaves. On a moonlit night, the shadows of the trees are all over the ground, jagged and mottled, and you can't separate them from your feet. Smoke from the burning of dead leaves rises all over the precincts, and in the evening when the camellia is fragrant, showers beat the fallen leaves of the chestnut trees, and when the twilight fades, if you are heading west, you will sing a few songs. The twilight rain fell on the umbrella cover of passers-by, and the sound suddenly intensified, and the whole world seemed to be in the rain. This night, I sat silently alone, looking at the shadow and feeling sorry for myself.

Four

On a hazy moonlit night, standing in the courtyard with white ginkgo trees and falling leaves. The moonlight was dimming, and two or three droplets of water fell between the trees—showers, and as soon as I thought so, the rain had already stopped. The moon appeared again. To whom does this interest speak?

The moonlight is gone, and the sky is full of cold stars. At this time, I stood silently under the tree, and the night air condensed and did not move. For a long time, the atmosphere trembled slightly, the dead branches on the head rubbed and the fallen leaves under the feet rustled. For a moment, that's it. The moonlight was like frost and covered the ground. The autumn wind roars in the sea-like sky. At night, the voices of people are silenced, as if a supreme sound can be heard.

Wailing

Have you ever listened to the sound of the piano played by a charlatan in the quiet of the night? Although I am not a person born with fragile feelings, I always burst into tears whenever I hear that kind of mourning. I didn't know why, but when I heard the lamentation, I turned my gut.

The ancients said that all beautiful music makes the listener feel sad. Indeed it is. The whimper of the violin, the grief of the flute, the coolness of the piano. From piano and lute to vulgar musical instruments, when I listen calmly, it always evokes sorrow in my heart. Crying relieves pain, and mourning comforts people more than tears. Woohoo, I'm from east to west, north and south. I once rested outside the Chima Pass at night, singing generously and sadly to the sound of the tide, and I once traveled to North Vietnam, and wept at night when I heard the song of parting. I once listened to the belching of the sea of China on a moonlit and windy night, and I once walked on the road of Nansa on a snowy morning and listened to the singing of the horsemen. All of this touched my heart. And the sound of the city on the street can't break my liver and intestines.

A night of frost where you could hear the sound of a hundred miles away, a night when the moonlight was dissolving, clear as water, and the commotion of the day all became dead and silent. On this quiet night in the city, the sound of playing the three strings suddenly sounded. The voice came and went, and gradually flowed into the distance, and after a while, it disappeared again. When I opened the window, I saw only the moonlight on the ground. Calm down and listen to the sound of this moment. The plucker seems to be plucking inadvertently, and to me, the three strings seem to be pulling billions of nerves in people's hearts. One of its voices is high, and the other is low, which makes people sigh. It was as if all the anguish and troubles of the world since Adam were gathered together for a moment and cried to the heavens. A song is difficult in life, and it can't help but make me sad. Ah, I cried over it, I don't know why the tears fell. I feel sorry for myself, I don't know, I don't know, I just feel the pain and troubles of mankind here and now.

God makes talented poets sing endless human sorrows, and God makes nameless women in the alleys and alleys grieve to heaven on behalf of others. There is a saying that sadness is not sorrowful. I felt in the midst of this mourning indescribable distress, innumerable blood, innumerable tears, and so the smell of it made one mourn.

Let me be foolish. Whenever I hear a song sung by a charlatan, it is as if I hear the mother of a sinful child crying on her knees, as if people who are in love are pursuing an addictive love. “still sad music of humanity.” Every time I recite a sentence like this, I am reminded of this lamentation.

Eaves water

After the rain, cherry blossoms fall like snow in the courtyard, and the eaves float in the water.

Mo Dao eaves are shallow, don't you see the blue sky in your arms?

The water of Mo Dao is small, you don't see the blue sky and the water shines, and the falling flowers float a little bit?

The cherry blossom treetops are reflected in the water, revealing the earthy color underneath. Three white chickens came, shaking their red crowns, bowing their heads to eat, drinking water on their backs, and their shadows were also reflected in the eaves, and they got along with each other and enjoyed together.

In contrast, the human world seems so narrow.

Those flowers

The belly of the back mountain is covered with lush daylilies, and one or two mountain lilies are dotted in the middle. The white flowers are blooming, like stars in the dark night. In the blink of an eye, it soon bloomed all over the mountain, smiling and facing the wind. Today, there are more flowers than a midnight star.

Climbing the mountain to visit the flowers, the flowers are hidden in the deep thatch, which is not easy to find.

When I came back, I stood in my own yard and looked out, the white flowers were smiling, and they were much more beautiful than thatch.

The morning dew is full of mountains. The night was asleep.

The evening wind blew gently, and the thatched grass all over the mountain rippled with green waves. The flowers float in the waves, like algae swaying in the water.

The sun had set, and the mountains had become dark, leaving only a few white flowers, which looked a little bleak.