Four Seasons Love Song (Autumn and Winter)

New Year’s Day has passed and the New Year is approaching. As the New Year gets stronger, the old parents also ask on the phone, "Are you sure when you will come back?"

In the past year, I couldn't help but comply with the epidemic prevention and control requirements and did not go back to visit. parents. Although the parents expressed understanding, I know how much they longed to see their children.

A few days ago, in the alumni association group, someone started talking about the delicacies of their hometown, which aroused everyone's nostalgia. Although I didn't say anything funny, I silently opened the favorites on my phone and looked through the photos I took in my hometown.

At the end of the "Spring and Summer Chapter" of "Love Song of Four Seasons", I said: "When the sky is filled with snow, I will write another book about returning to my hometown." Unfortunately, in Jiangnan, the days of flying snow are already Very rare, and if you still want to see snowflakes flying in your hometown, the probability is almost zero. So, I can’t wait any longer, so let’s temporarily put down my obsession with snow and compose my “Autumn Rhythm” and “Winter Song”!

The Rhythm of Autumn

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south

When the autumn wind blows, the wild geese flock from the cold Siberia. The team flew south. And wanderers outside will also start to have thoughts of returning home during this season. Just like what is sung in the song "Wine on September 9th": It's September 9th again, the sorrow is more sorrowful, the love is more sorrowful, and the plan of going home is always in my heart.

September 9 of that year happened to be a weekend, so I went home to visit my parents. It was cloudy when I left and my mood was gloomy. When people reach a certain age, they seem to become more and more afraid of separation. Although I have been practicing towards "not to be happy with things and not to be sad with myself", I still can't escape from all kinds of external emotions.

Such memories have always remained in my mind, so that every time I see these photos, I want to "raise the glass, fill it with wine, drink up this nostalgia, and get drunk at the door of the house"...< /p>

The following group was taken by a friend who took me to a rural area in the suburbs. It is said that it has become a popular place for photography enthusiasts. I'm glad I went early, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pay attention to my inner feelings during the creative process amidst the noise of people.

Perhaps for me, every "return" means an upcoming "farewell", so many times, the shooting angle and the psychology when shooting are different from others.

At that time, what flashed in my mind was this scene:

life is old there? older than the trees

younger than the mountains

growing like the breeze

country road take me home

to the place I belong...

So, this popular American country song "Country Road", I think, is the best interpretation of this group of photos: mist-shrouded mountains, winding country roads, and a wanderer returning home like an arrow. Because there, there is an old mother standing and looking forward to it.

When I was young, I always felt that time passed very slowly, and I hoped to grow up quickly; but now, I often feel that time is passing by in vain, and another year is passing by.

On the National Day the year before last, our group of best friends finally returned to their hometowns from their respective cities to gather together again after two years. Amidst the laughter that was so "unbridled" that it would knock the roof off, it was decided to have a "reunion shoot".

Our oldest acquaintance started in kindergarten. In the journey of life, despite our different personalities and different lives, decades later, no matter what we have experienced, we are still together and we have not been separated. What a fate worth cherishing!

When people reach middle age, they are busy with everything. As the housewife of the family and the backbone of the workplace, everyone is actually very busy and helpless. But ------

We are a group of women who love life. No matter how hard, tired or busy we are, we must give ourselves time to let go and be able to switch between roles with ease;

We are a group of women who know how to cherish. Although it is not easy to get together when flowers are blooming in different places, we work hard to create opportunities to make every reunion full of memories.

Even though in the not-too-distant future, we will be full of frost and beauty, what should we be afraid of if we have each other’s company? We have walked together in the past, and in the days to come, you are still here and I am.

The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.

I still remember clearly that this was taken when my classmate drove me to a party. It was approaching evening, the showers were beginning to stop, and a faint rainbow appeared.

The car is driving on the road. As a person who has lived in the city for a long time and looks at skyscrapers all day long, I am extremely greedy for everything in front of me: the smell of earth and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the air after the rain; the green trees and mountains passing by on both sides of the road; the sunset reflected in the distance The smoke from the village was floating in the air; and a cow's lowing came inadvertently from the car window...

My classmates laughed at me like I was a child. However, my yelling has long been accustomed to my friends who know me well in my hometown. Every time he sees me excited, he will smile and ask: Do you want to park?

At this point, I can’t help but think of those classmates and my childhood.

Knowing that I like photography, everyone will pay attention to the beautiful scenery around me every time, and then make careful arrangements to act as my driver and tour guide during my few trips back to my hometown every year. And I am often intoxicated by such friendship and the beautiful scenery of my hometown.

In the season when it turns cold but warm, the green hills remain the same and the rice turns yellow. Gangclimbing the ridge is like a paradise in the world.

I went there with my best friend during the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago. I have heard her mention such a great place many times, but I have never had the chance to go. Taking advantage of the fine weather, there was also an old couple, Wang Nianwang, whom we had the same relationship with, who happened to be recuperating there, so we went to visit Jia Caifeng together.

After both Mr. and Mrs. Wang retired from their management positions more than ten years ago, they came here by chance and fell in love with this village ever since. Every year, they would stay in the farmhouse here for a while after traveling by car across the country. Later, my wife contracted cancer and her travel time was reduced. After chemotherapy, they would live here. Mr. Wang said that this place is suitable for his wife to rest, and the energy of heaven and earth, the beauty of mountains and rivers will help the body recover.

The husband loves photography, and the wife loves to grow flowers and vegetables. Therefore, those flowers and vegetables, together with the changes in the scenery in front of the door throughout the seasons, often become the works under the lens of the husband. Every time Mr. Wang sends in his work, I feel extremely envious when I see this harmonious life of the harp and the harp as a couple of gods and gods.

Gangpangling belongs to Dahuang Mountain Village. It is the most remote and highest natural village there. It is an ancient village.

In the cool breeze of early autumn, walking through the mountains is like walking into ancient times. Bluestone roads, old stone arch bridges, loess and black-tiled houses, as well as ancient trees and two big yellow dogs sitting cross-legged in front of the door... Time seems to have stopped passing here.

On that day, after eating freshly picked and fried whole grain vegetables from the farmers and drinking sorghum wine brewed by the farmers, Mr. Wang led us, who were slightly tipsy, through the village. From time to time, farmers he knew well greeted him.

The scene was very much like the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming: the land was flat, the houses were neat, and there were fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboos. There is traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hear each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders. His yellow hair hangs down and he is contented with himself.

In Shanghai, I have long known that Jinshan peasant paintings are famous, but it was not until the past two years that I learned that there is a place called "Yudong Village" in my hometown, and peasant paintings are also very famous. In a village of more than 800 people, there are more than 300 "peasant painters". There is also a "Chinese Rural Art Museum" built at the entrance of the village. It is said that this is the place where Internet celebrities check in on Xiaohongshu! There are many fine peasant paintings on display inside.

Under the setting sun in October, I walked along the river, surrounded by green trees and dragonflies circling. Colorful paintings can be seen everywhere on the walls of houses in the village. One Village, One Product truly deserves its reputation! This made me sigh again, the beauty of my hometown is reflected in these ubiquitous details!

Song of Winter

Maybe it’s because we are located in the south of the Yangtze River. Even in the depth of winter, we still don’t feel the chill of winter on sunny days. On the eve of the Spring Festival that year, my brother and I took my nephew, who was born and raised in Shanghai, back to his alma mater to visit his alma mater. The breath of spring hit our faces.

In this huge campus, you can see the scenery wherever you take a picture. With a history of nearly 120 years, our alma mater is a sacred place in the hearts of our alumni.

I once said in "Spring and Summer" that Mr. Jin Yong was the person who influenced my rural concept when I was young. But perhaps many people, including me, who said "Shooting a white deer in the snow" and laughed at the secret code "The Laughing Book God relies on Biyuan", don't know that there are many stories about my hometown in Mr. Jin Yong's works. Description; many of the place names in his writings, and even martial arts sects such as the "Shiliang Sect", all come from my hometown. Of course, you may not even know that he is still our "big brother".

? "I studied Jin Yong for three consecutive days in college. I didn't exchange words with my classmates. I was fascinated by the magnificent martial arts world created by my husband, and my heart was so happy that it was unspeakable." That year, at his alma mater. At the memorial service held in "Jin Yong Building", the teacher's words revealed the voices of many students who were influenced by "Big Brother".

This group of photos is praised by my friends as "ink paintings". It was a foggy morning on the side of a certain road on the outskirts of the city. The diffuse fog made the villages along the river appear shadowy and looming.

The north wind is blowing, the fog has not cleared, and the mountains in the distance look a little strange. Fortunately, after a while, the heavy fog that shrouded the roads, rivers, and fields like a gauze slowly dispersed, and the sky and earth became clear.

Such a winter scene is short-lived but shocking. This, just like many people and things in the world, is something that can only be met but cannot be sought!

At that moment, when I pressed the shutter button, something accumulated in my heart felt like the old wine that had been stored in the cellar for many years had been knocked over, exuding a strong and fragrant smell. But at the same time, my mood suddenly became brighter, because I suddenly realized that no matter how strong and fragrant the smell is, like this heavy fog, it will eventually dissipate.

What you can’t miss in winter is the flavor of the New Year. Although everyone says that the flavor of the New Year in cities is getting weaker and weaker now, when you see the following scenes, do you still feel that the New Year is far away from you?

I remember when I was a child, during the Chinese New Year, the happiest thing, besides wearing new clothes and sharing the New Year's money, was waiting for the adults to kill chickens and ducks.

I don’t know how many people still have such memories. In winter, girls’ favorite game is to play shuttlecock. The shuttlecock can be made of paper or chicken feathers. The shuttlecock made of paper is cumbersome and takes a lot of effort to kick, but the one with chicken feathers is much more flexible. It can perform forward kicks, reverse kicks, big jumps, small jumps, etc. A small shuttlecock can do more than a dozen tricks. This is how many winter days were spent between classes, after school, in the corridors, and on the playground.

At that time, there was a delicate and beautiful feather shuttlecock with flexible kicking and jumping skills, which was very worthy of girls' pride. But in the past, most families only killed a few more chickens during the Chinese New Year. This was the only time to save the raw materials for making shuttlecocks.

A copper plate, a thin tube, and three or four chicken feathers can reflect a girl's ingenuity. During the Chinese New Year, good friends often get together to compete with each other to see who can make the strongest and easiest shuttlecock, and who has the most colorful and beautiful feathers. The unabashed admiration in the eyes of my companions often fills my heart with joy. So he generously took out the feathers he collected for his companions to choose from, and generously agreed to make one for each of them. The heart of youth is extremely sincere. If one's efforts can make others happy, one's own happiness will be deeper.

To this day, when I occasionally have the opportunity to see the scene of killing chickens, it still reminds me of those long-ago New Year events.

It won’t be long before red lanterns are hung up in the streets and alleys of my hometown!

In the unusual year of 2020, so many people have been busy and their destiny has been changed. We look forward to a year ahead filled with sunshine and hope.

The hustle and bustle of welcoming the New Year is slowly becoming a thing of the past. But when we turn over a new calendar, we will find that everything remains the same. After all, history and tradition are not calendars. Turning over the past does not really mean that we bid farewell to an era without leaving any trace. The pressure of work and the burden of life will not change just because you wake up and enter the new year.

However, no matter what, we always have to make future wishes for ourselves with hope and a longing ceremony. Even though there is no sound of firecrackers now, "thousands of households are always replacing old charms with new ones", and there will always be new differences in the new year.

The ancients said: With old age come new years, and with the coming of spring there will be more beautiful flowers and branches.

So, let us look forward to the good weather in the new year in these cold winter days!

The hometown I love so much, the relatives I miss, I hope you will be better in 2021!

Have a lively life! The burning hope is burning!

Jiuzhou Fangwen Contribution Area 2