Autumn is the time when the grain is ripe —— Comment on Lin Dihuan's Painting in Time: Twenty-four Solar Terms in the Lens

Living in the city for many years, the old lunar calendar is almost useless, so we seem to forget the existence of the 24 solar terms, only remember Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day of annual holiday, which is the memory of seasons and climate.

I thought it was the girl with photos in the book. Between the lines, delicate and sentimental thoughts overflow from time to time, sensitive and sad. After reading the author of Baidu, I realized that he was a charming man in his thirties. Suddenly, I'm completely in love.

Envy the author, go to so many places, don't have to worry about life. In fact, what this book wants to say is that the author himself has been to all the places in the world, and the 24 solar terms are just the carrier of the story. Photos are taken of simple scenery and simple people, and essays are written of trivial fragments and unimportant details, and it is these trivial and useless details that build our lives. In other words, the memory of our life is made up of trivial details.

A trip like the author is a trip, slowly intoxicated with sporadic flavors and meditating on trivial world situations; Instead of flying flags and whistling with the group, they rushed to catch up and follow the trend.

Looking through the calendar, I found that mango was born yesterday, mantis was born, Peng began to sing, his tongue was silent, and summer came. More than half of this year has passed. Looking back on the half-year trance-like days, "the white paper is too thick to write that window." The most regrettable thing is that I didn't visit Zhouzhuang again in the warm and crisp spring rain.

Favorite sentence in the book:

It is really mature.