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green

Zhu ziqing

I went to Xianyan for the second time and marveled at the green of plum rain pool.

Plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xian Waterfall, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. Walking to the hillside, I heard the sound of bloom falling flowers; Looking up, a piece of shiny white water appeared in front of me with two wet black edges.

Let's go to Meiyu Pavilion first. Meiyu Pavilion faces the waterfall; Sitting on the edge of the pavilion, you can see all this without looking up. Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool. The pavilion stands in a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; Like an eagle spreading its wings and flying in the sky. There are mountains on three sides, like a half ring; People are at the bottom of the well. It's cloudy in autumn. Slight clouds flow over our heads; There is a little oil on the rock surface and grass, and it is green because of humidity. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into strands; It is no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows, it makes a sharp crash and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splashing water is crystal clear and full of awns; From a distance, like a small white plum, it rained one after another. It is said that this is the reason why Meiyu Pool got its name. But I think it is more accurate to be like Huayang. The breeze rises, and it drifts a little with the wind, which is more beautiful. -at this moment, a few points were accidentally sent into our warm arms, so we got in at once and couldn't find them anymore.

The sparkling green of Meiyu pool attracts us; We started chasing her clutch light. Grasping the grass, climbing the rocks, leaning down carefully and bowing on a stone dome door, we reached the edge of the swimming pool. Waterfalls are between sleeves; But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swings with the green of the pool. Intoxicating green, like a huge lotus leaf, is covered with strange green. I want to embrace her with open arms; But what an illusion this is. Standing by the water and looking at that side, it actually feels a little far! This paved thick green is really cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She gently fiddled with it, like a beating virgin's first love heart; She is smooth and shiny, like "bright oil" and soft as egg white, which reminds people of the softest skin they have ever touched; She doesn't bother me, just like a warm jasper, only clear-but you can't see through her! I've seen Populus davidiana in Shichahai, Beijing, and it seems too weak to get rid of the yellow background. I have seen a tall and dense "green wall" next to the Tiger Running Temple in Hangzhou. The endless green grass and overlapping leaves are too thick. As for the others, the waves in West Lake are too bright, and those in Qinhuai River are too dark. Cute, can I compare with you? How to compare? Probably this pool is deep, so it can accommodate such a strange green color; As if the blue sky had melted into it, it was so fresh. That intoxicating green! If I can cut your ribbon, I will give it to the dancer of light; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can fan your eyes, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; She will have a pair of bright eyes. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give up on you? I patted you and touched you with my hand, like a little girl of twelve or thirteen. I touched your entrance again and kissed her. I'll give you a name, and I'll call you "green daughter" from now on, okay?

The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but marvel at the green of Meiyu Pool.

My castle in the air

Li Lewei

The mountain is like a forehead, and the hut is like a mole on the forehead.

Very fresh and natural, my hut is delicately located at a gentle angle on the ridge.

There are many beautiful things in the world that need some embellishment, and so do mountains. The appearance of the hut broke the loneliness of the mountain and increased the content of the scenery. There is a hut on the mountain, just like a boat floating across the endless water, and like a flying goose flying across the vast sky. It is a little smart color on the solid background color, a little life and a little mood in the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

The hut is decorated with mountains. What will the hut be decorated with? That's a tree!

There is a pure green non-flowering tree on the mountain; Flowers are beautiful, and the beauty of trees is not inferior to flowers. Flowers are like human faces and trees are like human gestures. The beauty of a tree lies in its clear posture, tall and straight posture, slim and graceful posture, vitality and full of energy!

With so many trees, the hut has many characteristics. This tree is always swaying gently. The movement of trees shows the tranquility of the hut; The height of the tree shows the narrowness of the hut; The cabin is unique and outstanding because there are trees all over the mountain, which has arranged a wonderful green background for the cabin.

There is a big tree above the roof behind the hut, with thin and dense branches and leaves stretching on it, and the beautiful and heavy shade covers the hut. This tree gives people another impression of the hut, which is subtle and elegant.

From another angle, the close-up view changed into a distant view, but the hut changed its position and appeared on the top of other trees. This angle is seen from a distance at the foot of the mountain. The first thing I saw was the trees in front of the hut, which covered the hut, revealing only some architectural lines, a lively upturned eaves and a row of neat patterned roof tiles among the trees. A piece of blue, that is the wall; They are all white. That's the window. My hut looms among the trees, rises from the ground and has an elegant posture. Essentially a house; In the situation, it is like a bird and a butterfly, perched on a branch, light and free!

The cabin is limited by land. On the "territory", there is only a limited point. On the limited land, the house is smaller than the land, the garden is smaller than the house and the road in the garden is smaller than the garden. This path is my pocket garden avenue. The opposite of "territory" is "airspace", but the theory of "airspace" is infinite enough to lift a thousand miles and pitch the world. There are green hills on the left and green fields on the right. Suitable for spiritual walking and eye swimming, this is what the ancients said. This infinite "airspace" is my open-air yard.

A tangible wall surrounds some flowers, such as wisteria, Chinese rose, morning glory and poinsettia. The arc connecting heaven and earth is another invisible fence, also surrounded by some flowers, flowery, flaky, red, white, gorgeous and falling. Maybe it's a peony, or a peony rewarded by God. We call it cloud or summer. The air on the mountain is particularly fresh, and the fresh air makes me feel fragrant!

The light is bright, and the light in the hut is bright, because the house is small and there are many windows. The exception is dawn or dusk, when there is only a glimmer of light, a kind of softness and tranquility on the mountain. The hut is in the embrace of the mountain, just like in the bud, which slowly opens a little bit, as if the mountain had retreated a little bit. The mountain didn't move, because the light intensified, but it reached the foot of the mountain in the morning. When the petals are slightly folded, it is night. The light in the hut is higher than the temporality of science and the romanticism of literature.

The mountain environment is independent and quiet. Being in the cabin is to enjoy the happiness of the world, to enjoy enough sleep and a beautiful dream every day.

The main service road is a mountain road similar to Suhua Highway, which is surrounded by mountains and waters, facing the green sea and high hillside with undulating rice waves. Mountain roads and slopes are not convenient for driving, but they are convenient for me to walk. Going out, the cabin is the starting point of my happiness; When I come back, the cabin is the final destination of my happiness. Wandering back and forth between happiness and happiness, where is the hard road? I just feel that going out is as light as a fly, and the mountain road automatically retreats; When I came back, I jumped over those slopes with a little excitement. I named the hillside the ladder of happiness, and the mountain road was called the air corridor by me!

I regard everything I use as art, and the first work of art in my life is the hut. It's clear during the day and hazy at night. Every dark night, there are thousands of bright lights at the foot of the mountain, and scattered lights shine on the mountain. The lights at the foot of the mountain illuminate the darkness, and the lights on the mountain illuminate the darkness, as light as smoke and as light as fog, and the shadows in the mountains are ethereal. The hut disappeared into the fog. It is no longer a clear hut, but a castle in the air under the smog, the starry sky and the moon shadow!

This castle in the air occupies a convenient position, which can save a lot of interior design and other decorations.

Although there are no birds, there are birds singing every morning.

There is no need to hang photos. There is a huge painting outside the door-it's called nature.

Camellia fu

Yangshuo

After being in a foreign country for a long time, sometimes it is inevitable to miss the motherland. I miss it very much. I also thought about it: it would be great to draw a picture and draw the face of the motherland and hang it in front of me all the time. I discussed this idea with a comrade who is good at Dan Qing and asked her to draw. She said, "This is a difficult problem. What should we draw? Draw a little water, one person and one thing, not even. Besides, the color is difficult to adjust. Even if you adjust all the colors, how can you draw the face of the motherland? " I also thought about it, so I put the whole idea aside.

In February this year, I came back from overseas and set foot in Kunming, feeling drunk. I come from the north. Seasonally speaking, the north may just be stirring snow, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, but the spring in Yunnan is diligent and fast, and flowers are being destroyed everywhere like women.

The favorite place to spend flowers is Huating Temple in Xishan Mountain. Less than the temple gate, you can smell a thin fragrance from a distance, which goes straight through people's hearts and lungs. This is plum blossom, including red plum, Bai Mei, green plum and cinnabar plum. Every plum blossom is a poem. Magnolia is a little disabled, but the delicate yellow is then. That spring scenery is many times deeper than the water in Dianchi Lake. In fact, this is not the deepest spring scenery. Look at that tree, as high as the eaves of Huating Temple. Among the glossy green leaves, there are thousands of double flowers, so red, and each flower is like a burning flame. This is the famous camellia. Without Camellia, it is not easy for you to understand the beauty of the poem "Spring is as deep as the sea". This is a good time to see camellias. I swam through Huating Temple and once again braved the drizzle to visit Black Dragon Pool, which are all places of interest to see camellia. I thought camellia must be very rare. I don't want to see a scarlet flower shining next to the bamboo fence hut from time to time during my trip. Listening to a friend said, "This is not unusual. In Dali, almost every household has camellia. As soon as the flowering period arrives, all kinds of flowers are competing to open and beautiful. "

I can't help thinking about Camellia. Camellia is very beautiful. Everything good in life is created by labor. Who watered the flowers day and night with his own sweat, raised the seedlings like his own children, and finally cultivated such beautiful flowers? We should thank those who beautify our lives.

Pu Zhiren is such a skillful craftsman that I will meet him in Cuihu. There are many camellias in Cuihu Lake, which bloom well. A large piece of red is simply a colorful cloud that falls on the shore of the lake. Pu Zhiren led me away in the camellia, pointing to this one called the big agate and that one called the snow lion. This is a butterfly wing, and that is a big purple robe ... with many names and colors. Later, he climbed the twig of a tea tree and said, "This is called boy's face. It blooms late, just now. It looks crimson when it is opened, but it looks best. "

I asked, "As the saying goes, it's easier to see flowers than to grow them-it must be very difficult to grow camellias?"

Park Ji-jen replied: "It's not very difficult, and it's not very easy. Camellia has some characteristics, because of the watery climate, everything must be careful. Afraid of the wind and the sun, I like half yin and half yang best. I hate bugs the most. There is a kind of bug. If you get in, this flower will die. I don't know how much to worry about all year round. "

I asked again, "A camellia will not live long, will it?"

Park Ji-jen said: "Life is long. There is a pine nut scale in Huating Temple, which belongs to the Ming Dynasty. It's been over 500 years. When I was in bloom, I could open more than a thousand flowers. "

Unexpectedly: I didn't expect the camellia tree seen in Huating Temple to have such a big history.

Pu Zhiren misunderstood my meaning and quickly said, "You don't believe me? There is an older tree on the ground in Dali. According to the old man, it has been in bloom for thousands of years, and there are countless trees, all of which are called Wanye tea. The trunk is so thick that several people can't hold it. " Then he stretched out his arms and made a hug gesture.

I eagerly watched his hands covered with cocoons and stained with fresh soil. I looked at his face again, and his eyes were engraved with deep wrinkles. I don't need to ask him more about his life, so I can guess that he is a middle-aged man who has been worried. If he leaves you and walks into the crowd, he will disappear immediately and will never be easily found again-he is such an extremely ordinary worker. However, it is such people who work hard all month long and devote all their energy to cultivating flowers and trees and beautifying our lives. This is how beauty comes into being.

Just then, a group of children came to see Camellia, their bright red faces upturned, smiling sweetly and chattering nonstop.

I said, "The boy's noodle tea is open."

PuZhiRen one leng, immediately realized. He smiled and said, "Really, there is no camellia that is more beautiful than this boy's face."

An idea suddenly jumped into my mind, and I had the idea of drawing a picture. If you draw a blooming camellia with the strongest and brightest cinnabar, wouldn't it symbolize the face of the motherland? I wrote down this simple idea and sent it to the experts of Danqing who are far away from home. Maybe she will reconsider and draw me a picture.

Lei Yuqian

Mao dun

Get up early in the morning and walk to Xiaoshiqiao. It seems a little hot to touch the bridge stone. There was not a breath of wind all day yesterday. It sounded dry and loud for a while at night, and there was no wind. This night is more boring than the day. At dawn, two or three people were lying on the bridge. Maybe they trapped these stones again.

There is a gray curtain in the sky. Can't see the sun. However, the power of the sun seems to pass through the gray curtains and reach your head.

There is not even a drop of water in the river, and the soil in the center of the river is like a turtle shell. The field has long been like countless small ditches, more than two feet wide. Can you say they are not like ditches? Those pale soils are as dry as cement. It seems that they haven't spit out the hot air sucked in during the day after a night's work, and then something seems to come out of their long flat mouths like white smoke.

The people standing on the bridge have their pores closed, and their hearts are full of Tao Tao, as if they were going to vomit.

This morning, the sky was covered with gray curtains, without any holes or movements. There may be wind outside the curtain, but we cover it inside. I threw the chicken feather off the bridge, but I didn't see it fluttering and pacing. It's like living in a big tube, and the air is sucked away. People take a deep breath with open arms, and it is just a sultry feeling when inhaling.

Sweat, just drill out, drill out, but like glue, it makes you feel uncomfortable all over, like a shell.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, a man opened his mouth like a dying fish. A crack suddenly appeared in the gray curtain of the sky! A crack in a letter! Like a bright blade across the curtain. However, when I crossed it, the curtain closed again, as if I hadn't crossed it, and there was no wind at all. After a while, the sky flashed and the gray curtains opened again. But, what's the use!

It's like a giant holding a bright broadsword outside trying to break the gray curtain. It's like a giant growling and getting angry, and it's getting tighter and tighter, flashing all over the sky and glancing at the light of a broadsword, rumbling, and the angry roar of the giant comes from outside the curtain!

There is no flash and roar, it is still a dense gray curtain!

The air is twice as hot as before, and the curtains are twice as thick as before! It's doubly dark!

You will guess that the giant outside the curtain is wiping sweat and panting; Are you sure he will attack? You wait anxiously, waiting for the flash of lightning, waiting for the roar of the big knife that broke the gray curtain.

But you wait, wait, wait for the fly. They fly out of dirty places, buzz around you and bite you like glue. The golden fly in a red coat looks like a big shot. He just ate from the cesspit and squatted on the tip of your nose.

Waiting for mosquitoes, too Hum, like an old monk chanting, and like an old scholar reading ancient prose. Flies give you infectious diseases, but mosquitoes honestly want to drink your blood!

You jumped up and fanned it with a cattail leaf fan, but you drove away on one side and were attacked by a large group on the other. You shout loudly, and they only answer you with a snort, hum!

The cicada at the top of the tree outside sang a song: "Death! Go to hell! "

You are sweaty, thirsty and your hands are weak. You will feel that the end of the world can't be worse than this!

However, lightning flashed violently and lit up all corners. The giant outside the curtain tore the gray curtain to pieces at once! Boom, boom, he shouted triumphantly. Whoo-hoo-the wind that blocked the curtains for two whole days came at a super high speed! When cicadas are silent, flies escape, mosquitoes hide, and people are as cold as shells.

Huo! Huo! Huo! The giant's knife light is flying in the sky.

Boom, boom, come on! Speak louder!

Let the thunderstorm wash out a clean and cool world!

Winter scenery in Jiangnan

yu dafu

Anyone who spends winter in the north always knows how to cook tea around the stove, or eat mutton, peel peanuts and drink for nothing. However, people with stoves, warm kang and other equipment, no matter how deep the snow is outside or whether the wind is thundering, live in the house for two or three months, but it is the most severe period of seclusion in a foreign land in a year; Needless to say, even children who like activities will always love them, because there are some fruits such as radishes and palms in the middle, and there are lively festivals such as New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival on the first day of the first month.

But in the south of the Yangtze River, the situation is different: after the winter solstice, the leaves in the south of the Yangtze River will not fall off completely. The cold wind-northwest wind-blows from time to time, but it is not too cold for a day or two at most. The gray clouds swept away, and the fallen leaves were all over the street. The morning cream was as white as the powder on the face of a woman in black. As soon as the sun is on the roof, birds chirp again, and water vapor is released from the soil. Old people and children can sit and chat in the gap in front of the door and camp outside. Isn't the winter scenery in Jiangnan lovely?

I grew up in Jiangnan, and I was deeply impressed by the winter in Jiangnan when I was a child. Although I gradually entered middle age and fell in love with late autumn, thinking that autumn is the favorite season for readers and writers, I always feel that the winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is a special mood, which can match the summer nights in the north. To put it more modestly, it is an obvious emotional appeal.

I have also been to Fujian and Guangdong, where it is extremely warm for the winter. Sometimes, at the end of the lunar calendar, I may have to take out my gauze shirt: I walked through the hedges of savages and saw many miscellaneous autumn flowers! It rained and thundered, and it was a little cooler. At most, I just wore a coat. Between Fujian and Guangdong, fur robe and cotton-padded jacket are absolutely unnecessary! This extreme southern climate is not what I call the winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but Changchun in the south, which is an extension of spring or autumn.

Jiangnan has rich and humid geology, which can contain hot air and support plants; Therefore, in the Yangtze River area, the reed flowers can be unbeaten until the winter solstice, and the red leaves sometimes last for more than three months. Like the Chinese tallow tree on both sides of Qiantang River, the red leaves are lodging, and the branches are hung with white buds, which can be distinguished by the lens. The grass is ochre at most, and the roots are always green. Not only do wildfires never completely consume them, but cold winds can't blow them down. If you are willing to go for a walk alone in the winter suburbs on a warm afternoon, you will not only feel the cold when you are young, but also feel an inexplicable hidden anger there: "When winter comes, spring will always come soon", which is the easiest to understand only in Shan Ye in the south of the Yangtze River.

Speaking of walking in the cold suburbs, it is really a special favor for Jiangnan residents in winter; People who grew up in the northern ice and snow have no chance to enjoy this kind of happiness all their lives. I don't know how the winter in Germany compares with the winter in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but judging from the fact that many writers like to use the word Spaziergang as their creative theme, it is about the south of Germany, and the changes of the four seasons are always not much different from those in our south. For example, in the 19th century, the local poet Peter Rosegger1843-1918 wrote many articles on this topic, but most of his writings can be applied to the mountainous areas in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces of China.

The rivers and ports in the south of the Yangtze River are connected, the land is close to the sea, and there are many lakes and swamps, so sometimes the air contains moisture. There will be some light rain from time to time in winter. The scene of winter rain in this cold village is an indescribable leisurely realm. Think about it, after the autumn harvest, three or five families gathered in a small village by the river, with the door facing the long bridge and the window facing the mound in the distance, with many leafy trees in the middle; On this picture of the winter countryside, a layer of white rain as fine as powder is sprinkled with a light background. Do you feel free enough? If you want more scenery, you can park a boat with a sunshade in front of the door, add a few noisy drinkers to the hut, add red and yellow when it is dark, and draw a circle on the window of the hut to indicate a halo. When people reach this state, they are naturally free and easy. In the end, all gains and losses are lost, and there is a difference between life and death: should we always remember a quatrain written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains on the river and it rains in the village"? When the poet came here, he was even polite to the greenwood peddler. What is the charm of the winter scenery in Jiangnan?

Speaking of rain, it is inevitable to think of snow: "It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside?"? ? "Nature is the snow scene at sunset in Jiangnan. "Cold sand and beautiful shadow road, Xiaoxue wine village", three friends of Xueyuemei get together on a winter night and flirt with the wine girl. "Chai Men village dogs bark, and people in the snow return at night." It was a snowy night in the south of the Yangtze River. On the tree in front of Zita Law, a branch blossomed last night. "The next morning, the village children who like making snow like dogs came to report the scenery in the village. Not all the poets' poems are written in Jiangnan, and not all the poets who wrote these poems are from Jiangnan. But it is straightforward to forge these poems to describe the snow scene in Jiangnan, which is much better than my prose written with this stupid pen.

In a few years, there may be a winter without rain or snow in Jiangnan, and it will be a little colder in Chun Xue at the end of the lunar calendar or the beginning of February in spring. Last year's (1934) winter was like this, but I'm afraid this winter will be different. According to the solar terms, the cold days will end in February of 1936, and it will last for seven or eight days at most. Winter like this is called dry winter in rural areas, which may be better for wheat harvest, but the population will be damaged; After a long drought, diphtheria, influenza and other diseases are naturally easy to get up, but those who want to enjoy the winter scenery in Jiangnan will only be happier this winter, because there are more sunny days, and there are naturally more opportunities to stroll in the suburbs. The Japanese call it hiking, and the Germans call it Spaziergang madman. This is the most popular winter.

The weather outside the window is as clear as late autumn: sunny Gao Shuang, full of sunshine, tempts you to sit quietly in your room. Empty talk is not as good as practice. I don't want to write this boring article anymore. I'd better pick up my cane, put down my pen and paper and go for a walk on the lake!

sunrise on the sea

Ba Jin

I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark and it was quiet around. There is only the noise of machines on board.

The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a red light appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.

Sure enough, after a while, a small part of the sun appeared in that place. The red one is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. The sun seems to be carrying a heavy load, trying to rise step by step. Finally, it broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely. The color is very lovely. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly gave off dazzling light, which made people's eyes ache, and the clouds next to it suddenly dazzled.

Sometimes the sun walks into a cloud, but its light comes down from the cloud and hits the water directly. At this time, it is not easy to tell where the water is and where the sky is, because I only see a light.

Sometimes there are dark clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are thick. When the sun comes out, people can't see them. However, the sun's light in the dark clouds, through the encirclement of the dark clouds, set a shining Phnom Penh for the dark clouds. Later, the sun slowly broke out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also myself becomes bright.

Isn't this a great spectacle?

Traces of growth

Xi Murong

Maybe things don't always go as expected. However, I always think that just giving me a good memory is enough. Even if it's only one day and one night, be content.

Many wishes, what I want, are given to me by God. Fast or slow, I received them one by one. And my desire for a beautiful youth, although it seems that I have never been able to get it, seems to have passed when I walk back. A few times, I didn't feel it at once, and a few times, I suddenly realized in my heart: originally, this is youth!

That summer, I was almost eighteen years old. I crossed the road to sketch with my college classmates and lived in Tianxiang. These mountains are green in summer. One afternoon, three male students and I had a whim. Instead of sketching with other students, we climbed a mountain that we studied for many days without anything. It is a very handsome mountain, surrounded by many mountains, with a faint temperament of a king.

And when we finally reached a grassy slope after more than an hour of tiring climbing, it was almost dark. Facing the ups and downs in front of us, there is a beautiful grassland behind us, and the wind blows up from the valley below. We are surprised to find that white lilies are blooming everywhere on this mountain, which is full of weeds.

At that moment, I began to feel a slow pain in my heart, as if there was a voice in my ear, telling me coldly: you can only have this moment. Before that, you didn't expect you to have it. After that, you will forget what you once had. Lily belongs here completely. You are just a passer-by. You have to leave. You can't grow and bloom on this mountain forever like a lily.

The mountains at dusk have a gentle and sad beauty. Where does my heart belong? Three boys were lying on the grass slope behind me, singing some popular songs loudly and laughing at the same time. Youth should be so happy and carefree, and why can't I be like them? Why are you standing here stupefied, full of envy for these mountain lilies blooming in front of my eyes?

It is with such strong jealousy that I asked a male classmate to pick me a lot of pure white lilies. I held them tightly in my arms and led them down the mountain.

But, it's useless, it's really useless. As the voice told me, I still can't grasp those lost moments. Although the lilies I picked soon withered, every time I think back, they still grow on the mountains in the faint sunset, blooming, pure and white, showing me a kind of beauty that will never change and never melt in the gray-green twilight.