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This "quiet chestnut garden" should be good and full of artistic conception.

Quiet chestnut garden by Wen Lin

When I came out to work in the early morning, the general trend of rain passed quickly. Intermittent raindrops pattered on the branches and leaves. The leaves trembled slightly under the beating of the rain, and the beads of rain slipped down the veins and hit the leaves below. The order of the leaves shook, and before returning to its original position, another drop of water fell straight from a higher place. Occasionally, brown-gray birds pass by, flapping their wings and screaming, hiding in another dense dwarf tree.

I am surrounded by the music of cold rain, as if a note falls into autumn. This is my fourth week of odd jobs in forest park. One is to eliminate the tension in the college entrance examination and the depression since I failed the exam, and the other is to raise a considerable re-reading fee for me. Here, I take care of the chestnut garden every day, prepare 300 quails to eat and drink, and raise earthworms and 200 ducks. Anyway, the task is still arduous. Especially on a stormy day like this, I have to breathe the unpleasant smell of all kinds of feces.

The dark clouds turned gray and bright, and the fruit trees rustled. The rain poured down in Mao Mao, and the raindrops were as light as the delicate sand on the seashore, brushing the leaves and splashing on the straw hat. Like the feet of popular ants, the leaves are shaking gently and there is no movement. At this time, the cool morning of hope begins from sleepiness.

The chestnut garden after the rain is especially fresh and quiet. The air is filled with the smell of mist, mixed with the faint bitterness of grass and leaves, and some residual fragrance of chestnut flowers. In the distance, light smoke and clouds are around, and the mountains with deep colors on the horizon show a clearer outline. The chirping of unknown insects and birds hidden in tall and stout poplars are the prelude to the morning. Sometimes tactfully, sometimes ups and downs, if there is a flowing stream, if there is a generous Shan Ye wind, it is cheerful and warm, quiet and full of fantasy. It will be a sunny morning.

Before the sun jumped into the sky, more and more scarlet oozed from the east through the cracks in the Woods, like the sea constantly flooding the soft beach. The nearby trees are hidden in the blurred morning light, and the green ones are quite bright. From gap to gap, everywhere is full of water vapor, and the woodland is like ink just spilled. Ink directly invades your nostrils from paper and enters your chest and lungs, which is refreshing.

First, the light glides through the leaves, thin and soft, and it is a pale yellow silk sash that hangs straight down the treetops. The flow of sunlight rises from time to time, and finally forms a red and yellow overlapping beam inclined to the ground. Its arrival is so inevitable, a large area of the ground gives way to an open space, and the sun drops a light spot on it and spreads brightly around. Then, the leaves lit up, the dense water droplets on the leaves lit up, and the sun began to shine brightly. You can clearly see the colorful fog in the sun, and the spider webs all over the trunk are flashing, which seems to be fortunate to be the strings used by the sun to play. Instead of its sound, it is those loud and clear bird calls.

Soft Qiu Guang wrapped me tightly, and the quiet chestnut garden swayed with the brilliance of dreams. The washed trees are cleaner and greener, and the leaves are bright and attractive. The fluffy chestnut crown is rich and colorful, and the stretched soft thorns are covered with round crystals, which are as bright as a hedgehog with a green inside. I stand shoulder to shoulder with the world, neither small nor great. My mind is in perfect harmony with nature. Sucking the gift of nature and the pure and clear thoughts of 18 years old, how happy I am. I rise and fall with them, freely transpiration in the embrace of the morning light, and my thoughts drift away with the cool wind and go straight to the sky.

The damp breath fled far away, and the Woods were silent. The leaves suddenly scratched slightly, but only stopped in an instant. When the leaves of grass glow brightly and spread out under the sunlight, the image of grass becomes so beautiful and warm for the first time. The vines that stretch forward are warmly waiting for you, and they also extend a pair of sincere and delicate hands. It is so slender and naive that you can't refuse it, so you stare at them and bless them kindly.

Yes, it is mutual happiness to be missed or missed. Breathe quietly, answer silently, only face life with happiness and smile, and bring the interest of life with optimism and upward. If the gloom and sadness are clear in the smiling face, he will be happy and we will be happy. Dear friend, let me send you a bunch of distant flowers and plants: no dazzling colors, no pleasant fragrance; It is very common, in dense forests with bushes, on the slopes of short trees; Don't look at its poverty coldly, its friendship is pure and flawless, even if it withers to ashes one day. It comes from the love of nature.

Have a happy moment.

When mowing the grass in the morning, I reviewed my English and browsed the translated Tang poems. First of all, I recited two Mo Sha's landscape poems, and the poetic scene is very consistent with my mood after the rain. When I read Taibai's poem "The road is difficult to walk, and there are many forks in the road", I was disappointed for a second and quickly recited his famous sentence "Since talent is a gift, let it be employed!" One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise the muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea.

For the fourth time, I went into the shed to feed the birds and drove the ducks to the grass deep in the chestnut garden.

There is no wind in the Woods, only the creak of my water boots when I walk. Brown nuts fell from the cracked crown at the top of the tree and slipped into the middle of the bean seedlings under the tree, and the bean stems shook.

The sky at noon is high, broad and magnificent. The background color of the sky is blue, and the changing clouds come and go with distinct layers. What a wonderful combination of white and blue in the sky. Sometimes white flows to blue, and sometimes blue embraces white. They flow to autumn together, to my infinite reverie at this moment. Stopping in the world of the heart, dreaming with people is so beautiful, just like a fairyland.

Indulge in such a colorful sky, forget the existence of melancholy, forget all the sad situations, and throw away the pieces in your chest. How happy I am! It seems that understanding and talking, wishes and expectations are everywhere. In my feeling, the sky is more like a far-reaching desert, and white clouds are wrinkles in the depths of the desert. I stared at it and thought. I feel like walking barefoot on it and wearing gorgeous red boots. It is so far away and mysterious, and so close, as if whispering in your ear. I am in the sky, I know; The sky is in my mind, I don't know what it is. I only feel the happiness that nature really gives me. My heart is excited for it, my steps stay for it, my thoughts fly with it, as if I had the whole world in an instant, and I was eliminated. And fantasy and boundless thinking belong to me alone, as well as to the sky and all the beautiful things. Pang Bo, his life and the world go hand in hand, full of love, and I want to have fun with it.

Not far from me, if it is as quiet as a kitten, it is a very beautiful spotted woodpecker. Its feet jumped nimbly on the ground and kept pecking with its mouth. Its smooth feathers are like a piece of silk satin with incomparable color, and the patterns are flickering under the jumping of the body. Two rotating eyes show complete intelligence. The feathers on the head are scattered. What a beautiful little fan! It opens, closes, opens again and shakes its head. This scene is much more wonderful than the art photos I have seen before. I was attracted by it. When it went forward, I went forward and crept behind it. Suddenly, it flapped its wings, flew up to the trunk in front of it and stopped gently. Soon, it flew away without looking back, leaving me alone to find its back and the novel comfort it brought. Zhong followed Muir, sitting beside the cucumber stand and admiring Turgenev's works.

I spent the whole afternoon with the ducks except feeding the birds. In the meantime, they rested twice, and the rest were walking and eating grass. At four o'clock, I circled them in a pool with a sprinkler, and they competed in the shower and swimming. I mow the grass and eat cornmeal as their light meal at night.

After dusk, the wet fog re-entered the garden. The shrouded fruit forest became blurred, like a mysterious deep forest. The boundary between leaves and grass is submerged, and the trunk is mixed with hedges.

Crickets kept chirping in the grass. It is good to ring all over the eardrum and disturb your thoughts; I want to know how the beautiful and affectionate cricket calls its emotions, so high and lively, and its belly follows the cheerful lyrics. Night belongs to them, where happiness and freedom lie. They can sing until dawn, and the sun climbs up the tall poplar tree.

When I am happy, may it accompany my thoughts; When you are bored, you curse them like villains. In my harmless curses, they continued to sing, and they didn't intend to stop those tunes that others didn't understand but they thought were beautiful. Perhaps, they think it is unnecessary. If so, I don't think it is necessary.

Tired birds and ducks fell silent. This is the north. I wish them a good dream every night.

It gets dark quickly, and the days in September are getting shorter and shorter. The air is cold and wet with cool night dew. The skin is cool, and the moisture of clothes sticks to the body. The wind blows into the collar, shivering all over, making people feel that autumn is coming deeper. At that time, all the leaves will fall, just as quietly as the feet pass by. When they are thick green again, the sadness that the fallen leaves will still leave will come again. The suffering of life can destroy a person and make him despair, but if he becomes tenacious, suffering is to make you fly. It makes a person grow tough, poor and Bai Jie grow. The bigger storm can only increase his courage and strength and make him indestructible. Perhaps, life is also a kind of battle for yourself, right?

In the dark forest, I sped through the forest along the familiar path, and the leaves of grass and trees clicked. Rough trees are superimposed in shadows, and there are various animal forms. They stare at you with fierce eyes in the dark and want to come at you; There are all kinds of human figures, ugly and gentle, staring silently, as if they were about to devour you at the command. Night, dark night (black Xu Xu), it seems that there are many terrible ghosts and hateful bodies hidden in it.

The sound of fruit falling on the ground, accompanied by the crisp leaves, makes people clench their fists unconsciously. In fact, it's very quiet around. Pear trees and apple trees surround the chestnut garden. The old man who came to take over has already smoked beside the fruit shop. There is a light yellow lantern. When I saw the light, I took a deep breath and my heart relaxed.

I am more than just a girl to myself. I think that's how life makes people in different ways. No matter forward or backward, you have your own course and course. Perhaps, if you want to explain yourself, get close to yourself and really integrate into life, you can only walk into suffering and fatigue and embrace the spirit of "I will go to hell if I don't go to hell", but there is no better way to get rid of and improve myself. But labor and enthusiasm alone are not enough.

The sky is inlaid with jewels of stars. Stars, let your warm night belong to me! I'm not afraid of the dark, I'll climb up your path. On the precarious cliff, in the darkest and coldest place, I will shine the brightest light. That's where I live. Star, love me, we are not helpless!

The day's work is over. Walking out of the chestnut garden with trees, I saw a narrow, thin and red crescent moon.

About the author: Wen Lin (197 1 ~) was originally named Wang Xiaoyan, Manchu, from Zunhua, Hebei. 1989 graduated from high school, but failed the college entrance examination twice. Middle school began to publish works. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 2006. The essay "Quiet Chestnut Garden" won the third Golden Bull Literature Award in Hebei Province, and the essay collection "Sparrow in the Bath" won the Top Ten Excellent Works Award in Hebei Province in 2003 and the Second National Bingxin Prose Award.

Highlight: Quiet Chestnut Garden is a work written by Wen Lin after he failed the first college entrance examination. It is almost a prose writing of nearly 4000 words in one breath. The plot of the article is not complicated, and the full text depicts in chronological order what the author saw, heard, thought and felt after a hard day. Prose not only vividly expresses all kinds of sounds and colors in nature, but also makes readers deeply appreciate the author's wonderful idea of integrating into nature. A frustrated girl who has not lost confidence and longing for life, her perspective on nature makes her chestnut garden full of poetic beauty, which contains persistent inner monologue and simple and complicated life sentiment.