Composition snippets of Lugu Lake in the morning, noon, afternoon and evening, thank you

In front of my window is a rack of grapes.

In the morning, when I was sitting at the table under the window, picking up a pen and writing a paragraph, I looked up and saw this lazy and lazy rack of grapes that had not yet woken up.

The branch is like a long green snake, lying on the thick wooden stick that holds it, winding and making no sound. On the slightly thick joints on the long snake's body, there are leaves that open irregularly toward the sky on the left and right. Because it carries the rain and dew, it adds warmth and moisture to the green, and the green seems to be thick enough to drip. There are a few dewdrops hanging on the tips of the leaves like pearls, and they will fall down at the slightest movement.

Because I was sitting in a low position, I had to look up to see this rack of grapes, and I suddenly discovered that the veins of the grape leaves against the gray sky and mottled sycamore leaves high up were actually white and transparent. The petiole is like an arm, and the fingers on the arm are inserted into the green leaves, supporting them like bones. Because I studied biology, I know that the blood of grapes is slowly flowing through the white veins of the leaves, endlessly and never-endingly.

Ears of grapes are either hanging from the frame, or like branches and leaves lying horizontally on the wooden frame. The grape ears under the hanging frame remind me of Xu Wei’s splash-ink freehand ink grape drawings from the Ming Dynasty in history textbooks. Probably because they are ripe, the surface of the grapes has a faint white color, and if you look closely, it has a crystal clear feel. However, because it was rainy this year, many small grapes in a bunch of grapes were exploded by the rain, and the green pulp was exposed in the deep ravines. Some are actually somewhat rotten.

A bird also came to steal food. It was a bird that was a little bigger than a sparrow. Its green feathers were mixed with some bright red, and a bunch of bright red feathers sat high on the top, like a beautiful girl from an ethnic minority wearing jewelry. . It's just that the hard beak is not gentle at all, it is thick, long and sharp. Its bright eyes peeped back and forth under the grape leaves. It quickly selected the reddest grape among the grapes lying on the shelf. With just one click of its long beak, it pecked open the smooth skin of the grape and took a bite. Half of the pulp is gone, and after two mouthfuls, a grape becomes an empty shell. Either because it was full or because it saw a pair of eyes staring at it from the window that were not malicious, it suddenly flew away.

But there are still many birds singing in the trees outside the window. Most of them are sparrows. Although they are not very gentle, they are not noises. In the fresh air after the rain, under the cover of dense sycamore leaves, I can hear their calls full of freedom, moisture and the restlessness of the breeding season. . There are also one or two birds singing beautiful songs. Even among the boiling sounds of sparrows, they are still distinct and stand out from the crowd. But I suspected that the cry was coming from the bird cage, because in addition to knowing that a young man in his thirties spent several hundred yuan to buy a bird cage, I also personally saw him leading a bird cage. His fat son came out to sneak past the birds. Besides, in addition to sparrows, our local area only has a few species such as "Cuckoo Sand" and "Pulsatilla", but how can their calls be so graceful?

There was no wind, but I still tasted the fresh and moist air while sitting under the window. I once watched a cartoon about the movement of air molecules in a middle school chemistry class. I know that even though there is no wind, air molecules are still moving tirelessly and quickly. Moreover, how can the window screen in front of my window to block mosquitoes and flies stop this little thing? Movement of air molecules? There was a faint aroma of wine, and I knew that the grapes under my window that had been damaged by rain and pecked by birds were slowly growing wine from bacteria. Perhaps it was because I was too drunk, or perhaps the pastoral scenery was a bit dizzying. Sitting under the window, I was actually a little drunk.