Celestial Descriptions VIII. Morning and Noon

i. Morning

The sun has not yet risen from the sea, the tide has receded, the pale white and slightly blue sky, and a few sparse white houses are embedded, and the seaside hills are still wrapped in a silver-red mist, and there is a great appearance of not waking up.

Shen Congwen "Like a Rui"

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One morning, before dawn, the east began to turn white, the black sky was fading, the air was still full of the fragrance of night, and the footsteps of two young men sounded faintly on the wet grass.

Ba Jin "Fog, Rain, Electricity"

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On one side of the sky, a milky white narrow band had been faintly straightened, as if to bind all the peaks together. Then a drunken crimson fainted. Then there was a heavy gray cloud......

Xiao Jun "August Village"

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The morning light came, and a soft light purple and fish-belly white appeared in the east. Then the roses of dawn and the marvelous colors of the sky were revealed, and the weeds and calamus, which had been in the black forest, were now also showing a greasy green light.

Dreiser, "Black Jeff"

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dawn

When he got up at dawn, he went out into the fields and the river, and the fresh air, mixed with the scent of earth, trees, and wild flowers, stimulated his mind with a cool, refreshing morning breeze, like a gurgling stream, flowing through his scorched heart, the golden sun gradually peeking out of the hills, and the sunflowers by the river facing the east.

Liu Shaotang "Falling in the Field"

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The morning glow glows in the east, and rows of golden clouds seem to be waiting for the sun, just like the ministers are waiting for the emperor.

Pushkin "Miss - Country Girl"

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I don't remember a bluer and fresher dawn than that day! The sun had just peeked out from behind the top of the mountains, and the warmth of its first rays mingled with the coolness of the dying night, making one feel a sweet weariness. The joyful dawn had not yet reached the canyon, but it had already dyed the tops of the cliffs on either side of our heads a yellow, and the thick-foliage shrubs that grew in the depths of the rock walls scattered a gust of silver rain upon us when a breeze blew.

Lermontov, "Contemporary Heroes"

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It was not yet sunrise, and it was a little dark, and it was a wonderful moment. In the deep and pale sky, there were still a few stars scattered, the ground was pitch black, the sky was completely white, the weeds were trembling slightly, and everywhere was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark, as if it had joined the stars, sang in the sky, and the sky seemed to be listening to the ode to the boundless universe with bated breath. In the east, the Grasse Col reflected its black shadow on the bronze-colored horizon, and the dazzling white star hung over the top of the hill as if it were a soul flying out of the dark col.

Hugo, Les Misérables

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At this time, the moon in the sky was about to finish its journey and was about to disappear into the sea. The air is getting cooler. The sky in the east is turning white. A rooster in the farmstead on the right crows, and the rooster in the farmstead on the left responds. Their hoarse cries pierced through the walls of the coop as if from far away, and the endless sky turned white and the stars disappeared one by one.

The birds chirped. At first it came timidly from the foliage, but gradually it grew bold, and the chatter became a chorus, and the branches and leaves resounded with trembling and joyful singing.

Maupassant's Life

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Morning light

In the early spring morning, before the farmers on the Tang River woke up, the whining of the rising water of the Tang River could be heard because the thaw in the Zhongnan Mountains had generally begun to thaw. On both sides of the river, in Huangbao Town, Xiabao Village, and Majiabao Gejiabao on the edge of the North Plains, in the grass shed yard of the vast rice field and wild beach, the rooster's cries echoed each other. On the roads of the Great Plains, the sound of the river and the crow of chickens are so elegant, which even more renders the tranquility before dawn. The air is so fragrant that it makes people feel extremely cool and comfortable in their chests.

One after another, the stars disappeared from the blue sky with floating clouds, leaving only the remnants of the last quarter moon at the end of the first lunar month. Before the sun rose over the grasslands of Huangbao Town, the east first sent out the white of the fish's belly. Then, the glow of the sun reflected the clouds and the strange peaks of Jungnam Mountain, which had not yet disappeared. Now, the dew can glisten on the freshly hoeed wheat seedlings, on the green leaves of the barley replanted in the rice fields, and on the grass that has just sprouted on the riverside road and on the canal bank.

Liu Qing "History of Entrepreneurship"

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The peak is soaked in the pink morning sun. Halfway up the mountain, there was a faint white mist or two. The green bushes at the top of the cliff are as bright green as after washing. Inside the gorge, there is a fresh morning light everywhere. The river still roared, but it was not as scary as the night. The clear waves, touching the craggy stones, splashed with thousands of brilliant silver lights, as if the river was smiling.

Ai Wu "In the Mountain Gorge"

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By this time, the eastern sky had turned white, and the outline of the abrupt and tall black peaks became clearer against the background of the white canopy. On all sides, where the moon had sunk, there was also a bright white aperture, but this aperture gradually dimmed, and after a while, it was dissolved by the expanding white light in the east. The morning star began to thin out, and in the distance, in the gray valley, from an unknown house, came a long, loud rooster crow.

Jun Qing "Cangsong Zhi"

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The morning light came, and a soft light purple and fish-belly white appeared in the east. Then the roses of the dawn, and the marvelous colors of the sky, were revealed, and the brooks were in harmony with them. The snow-white pebbles glow pink at the bottom of the water, and the weeds and calamus are once black, but now they also show an oily green glow.

Dreiser, "Black Jeff"

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Morning light

Levin loaded his bullets again, and when he set off into the distance, the sun was already rising, though it was still covered by dark clouds. The moon lost its brilliance, like a cloud gleaming in the sky, and a star was gone. The aquatic plants that used to glow silvery-white in the dew now shimmer golden. The muddy pond is like a patch of amber. The verdant grass now turns yellow-green. The birds of the swamp stirred in the long shadows of the dew shimmering in the bushes by the stream. A harrier hawk woke up and stopped on a haystack, its head twisting here and there, looking disapprovingly at the swamp. The crows were flying into the field, and a barefoot boy drove the horses to the old man, who lifted his coat and sat up tickling. The smoke of gunpowder spread like milk on the green grass.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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The sun had just peeked out from behind the top of the mountain, and the warmth of its first rays of light mingled with the coolness of the disappearing night, making one feel a sweet weariness. The joyful dawn had not yet reached the canyon, but it had already dyed the tops of the cliffs on either side of our heads a yellowish color, and the thick-foliage shrubs that grew in the depths of the rock walls scattered a gust of silver rain on us when the breeze blew. I remember that this time I loved nature more than ever. How curiously I watched every drop of dew that shook on the broad grape leaves and reflected a thousand iridescent colors! How greedily my eyes wanted to pierce the smoky distance! Over there, the road grew narrower, the cliffs grew greener and more dangerous, and at last they formed an impassable high wall.

Lermontov, "Miss Duchess Merry"

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early morning

The night, like a thin layer of eggshells being peeled off unconsciously, is softly sprinkled on the cyan high-rise buildings and the towers embraced by the high-rise buildings. Life, which had slept overnight, was thrown into a tumult of creation and struggle.

Liu Pei "The Old Professor and the White Bird"

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Patches of clouds turned white and shiny from red, like soft rolls of wool that were transparent to the intense light, and they flew towards the blue sky as white sails sailed into the sky. Suddenly, everything, the sky and the ground became surprisingly quiet, the sound of cicadas and the voices of people were gone, and the sparkling universe was filled with a sense of solemnity, and a real morning began.

Liu Baiyu "Pingming Xiaoza Morning"

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On a sunny morning, the sun has risen. It shook off its glittering golden garment, and a gust of wind swept away the night and dispelled the silence.

So, the chickadees perched on the branches at night, and the birds sleeping in the nests, spread their wings and flew high into the blue sky.

So, the city woke up, the streets woke up, and the wheels of all kinds of vehicles began to roll forward again.

So, the ocean woke up, the port woke up, and the huge freighter, with a whistle, raised the flag of smoke, galloped away towards the far side of the sea.

The door, which had been closed all night, opened. From thousands of households, from the streets and alleys, the footsteps of people moving forward sounded, and the footsteps full of confidence and strength sounded.

Akihara "Early Morning"

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The dawn is magnetic blue. It is very powerful, like the blade of a giant sword cutting through the darkness, bursting out with a solemn and bright light, expanding to the far-reaching sky, the vast earth, and the vast space......

Ji Yue "The Last Night"

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At this time, the east began to turn white, the moon lost its brilliance, and the whole sky gradually turned rosy. Then the great ice mirror began to change color wonderfully, as if it had been split in two halves, one half glowing purple and copper, while the other half, the eastern half connected to the rosy sky, remained blue.

The brighter the day, the more beautiful the scene becomes. A fiery red sun rose in a purple-brown haze, spewing flames around it, shining on the glittering ice fields below. As a result, the deep red and golden yellow of the sky are reproduced on the clear surface of the lake. Neither the sea nor the choppy river can have such an enchanting view. Here, it's as if two suns are rising in two skies at the same time.

(Hungarian) Jokaj Mohr "The Golden Man"

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At this time, the whole city was still quiet. All I could hear was the sound of the scavenger sweeping the floor, the chirping of the little sparrows that had just woken up, and the warm rays of the rising sun shining on the windows of the basement.

Gorky "My University"

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Morning in the stockade

The streets were filled with the smell of dew, the shadows of the trees were fading, the stars were decreasing, the sky was getting higher, the trumpets were blooming with dewdrops on the stockade, the bean pods were swaying in the breeze, the smell of vegetables and rice was beginning to waft, and the sound of bellows coming from every yard was very loud, but now it became very low.

Haoran "Sunny Day"

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Morning in the valley

By this time, the eastern sky had turned white, and the outline of the abrupt and tall colored peaks was clearer against the background of the white and bright sky.

The morning star began to thin out, and in the distance, in the misty valley, out of nowhere, came a long, loud rooster crow.

Jun Qing "Cangsong Zhi"

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Morning in a mountain village

It's a beautiful morning in the mountain village! It's the first beautiful morning for me. The mountains and ditches are all green, like a freshly painted green house, and when you touch it, your hands will be full of green oil. The wildflowers on both sides of the road, all of their colors, bloomed with dew. Small birds weave around, big grasshoppers jump.

Haoran "Honeymoon"

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Morning in the forest

The morning light outside the window spreads like flowing water, and the morning of our forest sea has arrived. The morning star had not disappeared, the earth was still asleep, and the industrious woodpeckers began their morning song in the depths of the forest. Immediately afterwards, from the verdant willow forest and the dense poplar forest, there was a chorus of "chirping" of the flocks of sunbirds. Turtledoves cooed in the green nursery, and their petite red indigo chin chirped in the low branches. Red canaries, russet quails, pale green emerald birds, and a variety of birds all come up with their unique timbre. The sky became bright and soft, and the tender red morning glow shrouded the trees like a transparent veil, and the white mist in the forest also turned into a faint rouge flowing between the branches......

Guo Baolin "Lin Hai Morning Song"

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That morning, the fresh sky full of dawn was so lovely, it was like never before. A warm wind stirred the bushes, the mist crawled lazily among the branches, the forest of Fuyer, soaked with the breath of the springs, was steaming in the dawn like a great incense burner full of spices, the blue of the sky, the whiteness of the clouds, the clarity of the springs, the green of the sea to the verdant green, the clumps of friendly trees, the patches of grass, the boundless plains, all exuded incomparable purity.

Hugo, '93

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The sun finally poked its head out of the distant forest, as if it had risen from the abyss. It was as if some divine hand had lifted this glittering great disc above the sleepy earth, and with its blissful light blessed all things on it, living and dead, living and dying, and thus began the divine devotion of the day, and all things worshipped in the mud, silently closing their humble eyes before this holy and solemn scene.

Lemont "The Farmer"

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Morning in the ancient city

He pushed open the window and looked out into the sky. His mist was as soft as a veil. Red glow, clouds, cooking smoke, curling in the clear sky. Under the glow, in the morning mist, cars, horses, and pedestrians are all under the trees. The red sun rises from Chaoyangmen, and the whole city shines. Surrounded by the sparkling waves of the three seas in spring, stretching this 800-year-old city.

Xu Chi "Phoenix in Fire"

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Morning in the city

The rough lines are wide and straight streets, and the slender lines are deep and crooked alleys.

In the early morning, the blue crystal transparent sky covers our city, there are no clouds in the sky, there is no wind on the ground, how clear the streets are.

After a while, the morning glow plated a patch of gold on the pavement. The bells of bicycles, the horns of cars, the laughter of people...... There was a joyful commotion, crowds, rushing to factories, shops, schools, research institutes—the streets, like conveyor belts.

Liu Jianxun "Sprinkler Truck"

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In the early morning of Anshan, the sun has not yet appeared, and the streets are still foggy, and you can only hear the sound of countless bicycle wheels hissing along the wet asphalt road, and some of the cyclists are dressed in steelmakers' white water dragon cloth clothes, and a towel is wrapped around their necks. From this road to the end, people converged on a thoroughfare leading to the gate of the steel mill. The avenue has become a riverbed, the people who go to work have become dragons, the hair of a female worker on the window of the traffic bus is fluttering, suddenly there is a roaring sound, the train from Liaoyang, Haicheng, has arrived, and even the door of the train is full of people; a bright yellow car specially for transporting mothers and babies has come, and the smiling faces are as lovely as the moist flowers of the morning glow.

Liu Baiyu "The Flash of Youth"

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Morning in the countryside

A golden field of wheat spread out on the edge of the willow forest.

It is already dawn, and the first light has been revealed in the east. The boundless fields stretch all the way to the sky. The morning breeze over the fields was fresh and cool. The morning breeze sent a burst of larks, and the morning breeze rustled ears of wheat and whispered, setting off waves of glittering waves.

Ling Li "Star Grass"

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Morning in Gangnam

I especially like the foggy morning in the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River!

The weather is warm and relaxing, and the mist shrouds everything soaked in spring, fully revealing the faint and gentle beauty. The distant mountains, with a thick haze below, only vaguely outlined two lines of rough outline.

This spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is enough to prolong people's memories, and at the same time, it will be reminiscent of the sunny days in April and May outside the plug.

By the stream or lake, the spring breeze is shining with subtle ripples, and the weeping willows on the shore are swinging with slender waists, like overflowing the joy of life and the delicate posture of youth.

Zhang Tianyi "A Week's Trivia"

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Subtropical morning

Subtropical mountains, wet mornings.

The milky white morning mist rose from the dense forest, like clumps of cotton wool fluttering across the mountainside. Drops of dew trickled down the wide leaves of the plantain tree, and the sultry air smelled of moldy straw. The sun that had just risen seemed to be pale from the annoying weather.

He Gu Yan "Camellia Flower"

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Sunny morning

The morning air is so fresh and lovely. The sun has risen, but its realm is still limited to the eaves of the house, the treetops, the top of the hill and other prominent places. On the fine grass on both sides of the mountain road, the dew has not yet dried, and the cool green grass smell is mixed in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and it seems that it can be shaken awake from a dream.

Yu Dafu "Chi Guihua"

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Rainy morning

On a rainy morning in spring, a veil-like white rain floats on the river, and the peaks near and far are completely covered by clouds and rain. At this time, there was only the sound of the rain, beating the canopy, the river, and the grass and trees on the shore. As a result, a slight sound that is not felt makes the entire Li River extremely quiet. At this moment, there was a sudden bang, and a small fishing boat sailed into the river from the stream on the shore. Looking along the stream, in the drizzle, a smoky peach blossom stretched along the banks of the creek to the depths of the canyon. Then it was blocked by a mountain, or a cloud, or a fog.

Fang Ji "Guilin Landscape"

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Sunny morning after rain

Listening to the rain on my pillow all night, I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and I pushed the window in the early morning to look, but the rain stopped. At the zenith, the thick clouds had not yet dispersed, pressing low on the eaves, the sky was still floating like a faint rain, and the sky and the earth were filled with a layer of wet and quiet blue mist. In the courtyard, a cluster of green trees was dyed like ink. In the hazy dark green, there are a little flaming red flowers, like a thick and peaceful string music, and a crisp and cheerful flute jumps out, adding a lot of vitality to the clear morning after the rain.

Xie Daguang "Falling Flowers and Branches"

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ii. Noon

noon

It's almost noon now, and it's cloudless, but it's still a cool breeze on the water. The wind blew from the south, from the tips of the reeds on the rice seedlings. There is not a single boat on the water, and the water is like an endless leap of mercury.

Sun Li "Lotus Lake"

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On this summer afternoon, the mirror-like surface of the water reflects the silvery light. The green willows and aspen on the bank stand as if they have been spiritualized, casting a cool shadow on the Huixiang River. The grass and reeds and the red, white and purple wildflowers were steamed by the fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air was filled with sweet and drunken smell.

Guan Hua "Ge Mei"

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noon

In the midday sun, fire burns above people's heads......

Sorghum leaves are significantly weak, and grass leaves are also significantly weak. Except for the grasshopper, which was crying very loudly, the moaning of the insects could no longer be heard, and the pigs and piglets bathed in the mud at the head of the village, and the dog's tongue hung softly out of its mouth, and it gasped in the shade of the walls everywhere, and it did not chase away the bites of the flies. The children were stripped naked, their bellies bulging, and while the adults were asleep, they stole cucumbers from the garden and ate them in their mouths.

Xiao Jun "August Village"

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It was almost noon. The sky was clear, the sun was hot, and the trees were noisy. Occasionally, a pillar of blue cooking smoke could be seen coming from behind a monk's mountain bag.

Sha Ting "A Storm"

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In the south, in August, the sun is blazing. At noon, the sun curled up the leaves, and the long noise added to the sweltering heat.

Jin Jingmai "Song of Ouyang Hai"

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The scorching sun hangs high in the sky of the world. The red light shot up like a rocket to the ground, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the boiling flames like oil. Transpiration, suffocation, fierceness, and stuffiness make people's bottom cells and fibers burst by trembling.

Roushi "Miscellaneous Notes on the World"

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afternoon

The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice fields made a tiny sound when it was steaming. The leaves of the seedlings can afford to roll up, lose the luster of tender green, and there is no wind, people walk on the ridges of the fields with seedlings on both sides, it is so hot that they are sweating, and the air is not easy to penetrate, so no one wants to come out.

Ai Wu "A Woman's Tragedy"

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The warm sunlight covered the table from the glass, and many fine dust flew messily in the light, and there was no sound around, and the winter afternoon was really quiet and lovely.

Ye Lingfeng "The Legacy of Nuwa"

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Noon in the countryside

It's almost noon. There was no wind. The cicadas are calling from the old locust tree on the other side of the crossroads. The voice was sometimes loud and sometimes small, strong and weak, as if it was tired, and it seemed to be about to stop, but it suddenly became high-pitched again.

A cloth banner with the word "tea" printed on an emerald green background and a big red edge was motionless. The shadow that had fallen on the foot of the doorway was also motionless, like a line drawn on the pavement. The bamboo poles in disguise are hot. The road near the old locust tree glowed with a dazzling white light, the roots of the tree were shady, and the road leading to the county seat half-covered by the canopy steamed with lilac smoke, which became fainter and fainter the farther away, and blended with the gray-blue sky......

Zhang Shishan "Three Pastimes"

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Noon in the field

At noon, there was only silence in the fields, and only the butterflies flew far and near for the flowers, not afraid that the sun would burn their wings. Everything went back to hiding, and a dog also found a place with shade to sleep!

Xiao Hong "Life and Death Scene"

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Noon in the mountains

The sun was shining directly in the afternoon, but it was still cold when we walked in the gorge, because the wind was blowing all day long, and the long forests and low grass on the mountain were all noisy, and we did not feel lonely. There were no people on the road, only some lonely birds, flying between the two mountains.

In the afternoon, the road is more tilted, the mountains are more majestic, and the trees are denser;

Pan Mohua "The World"

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Noon in the city

In the afternoon, the suffocating dust on the road in Beiping in summer was stagnant like fog. Gray streets, gray houses, gray vehicles, gray people—the whole city is shrouded in a solemn and suffocating gray.

Yang Mo "Song of Youth"

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Noon at school

At noon, the clouds were like fire, and the sky was like a shiny white-hot steel pot, which was upside down and shrouded the earth. The entire school building seemed to fall silent in the middle of a nap.

Tu Huaicheng "Hanchuan Zhai" Experiences

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Noon in the steppe

At noon, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the blazing sun was so hot that the meadows looked like a tired sea. The birds probably all went to sleep under the grass, and only the gnats, which were not willing to be lonely, sang one after another. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the calm grassland immediately stirs, swelling up with green ripples. I don't know where the wind pulls a cloud and passes in front of the sun, so that a shadow can run over the meadow, and after the shadow, the meadow is greener, and the sun is brighter, as if it had just been wiped with a rag.

Song Xuewu "A Thousand Grasses"

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Iceberg at noon

It was noon, the sun was shining perpendicular into the valley, and the water shimmered with the scales of the silver flowers, and the Surtas iceberg showed only a narrow line from behind the overlapping mountains, which was charming and dazzlingly white.

Tang Dong "Wild Iceberg"

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Noon in the desert

The midday sun bakes the desert. The unusually dry hot air is like countless red-hot steel needles, wantonly scorching all sensory cells in the human body. The most uncomfortable thing was the throat, as if there was a fireball bouncing up and down there, burning people unbearably dry.

Ji Hua "Mountain Fire"

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Noon in spring

The midday sun is shining vertically. The rippling clear waters of the Huanglei River shone like carp scales, and the water vapor drifted to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roofs of the villages, basked in the warm spring sun, emit a dry, burnt scent. The cool moisture tones the dry, burnt breath and is pleasant.

Feng Deying "Spring Flowers"

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Midday in summer

In the middle of summer, on a hot noon, the incandescent sun burned like flames in the sky and on the ground. There was no one on the road, no one on the river, and no one in the swamp. Mu Jing's four fields, near, only hear the monotonous chirping of cicadas, and in the distance, only the bright mirage flickered. Everything seems to fall into contemplation, falling into inexplicable anticipation.

Ye Weilin "Dragon's Whisker Straw Hat"

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At noon in summer, the sun is blazing. There is not even a figure at the intersection next to the village. Only the cicadas and the frogs sang their songs somewhere, and the song was very monotonous, but they sang in unison, and they never got tired of singing, and the noon of summer was simply theirs.

Fu Taimin "Mei Li"

It was hot at noon, and there was not a cloud in the sky. The sun hung motionless overhead, scorching the grass. There was not a hint of wind, and the air was stagnant. There was no crackling of the branches, not a ripple on the water, and an unbreakable silence enveloped the wilderness and the village—as if everything had died. Loud human voices could be heard in the distance. I could hear a scarab flapping its wings twenty feet away, and someone snoring in the deep grass, as if someone had fallen there and had a sweet dream.

There was also a deathly silence in the room. It's nap time.

Goncharov "Oblomov"

Under the linden tree, it was cool and silent, and when the flies and bees flew into the shade, their chirping seemed to become extraordinarily gentle; the oily green grass, not a little golden, fresh and lovely, was spread flat at all without any fluctuations; the slender flower stems stood and did not move, as if they had fallen into a dream; and on the low branches of the linden tree, there were countless small bunches of yellow flowers, which were also still, as if they had died. With each breath, the fragrance enters the gut, and the gut inhales the fragrance happily. Far away, on the other side of the river, as far as the horizon, everything was splendid, and from time to time a breeze swept through the plains, strengthening the light, and a glorious mist hung over the fields. The sound of birds is silent: in the cool noon, birds have never sung, but the chirping of the weaver is all over the four fields. Listening to this warm sonata of life makes it very pleasant for those who sit quietly in the quiet shade: it makes people sleepy, and at the same time, it seduces deep dreams.

Turgenev, "The Eve"

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Autumn noon

At noon, the peaks are covered with golden armor, the sun jumps on the water, and the Yangtze River becomes warm, like a golden-scaled python, rolling, whistling, and rushing away. And on the other hand, he threw his agitating and jumping brilliance at the steep cliffs on both sides. As a result, the whole canyon is rippling, and the Three Gorges is full of the warm breath of autumn.

Fang Ji "Autumn of the Three Gorges"

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Winter noon

It was an early winter afternoon, and the weather in October was small, and the sun was like an egg yolk hidden in a layer of clouds like cicada wings, appearing and disappearing, giving people a warm feeling.

Cao Yumo "Distant Drums"

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Although the bitter cold of winter rules the land, there are also corners that it cannot reach. The afternoon sun shines warmly, and this small courtyard is full of sunshine without a little wind. Under the eaves hang a few golden bun rice ears, glittering. The snow on the roof was slowly melting, and the snow was dripping down the thatch, striking the bottom of the iron bucket that was clasped under the base of the wall, making an even sound.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"