The weather in Zhangda village

During the Golden Week in November, my parents invited several neighbors to join us in Taining.

Cars are driving on the highway. We sat in the car, eating sweet snacks and enjoying the beautiful scenery on the roadside. The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, and you can see fields, lakes and mountains. In the distance, blue sky and white clouds, clear water and green hills spread out in the air like a beautiful picture scroll.

Three hours later, we finally arrived at the ancient city of Taining. As soon as we entered the ancient city, we were attracted by a group of strange sculptures in the street. There are generals riding war horses, Red Army pulling cattle, and red children standing guard. After the .................................................................................................................................... speedboat was started, the mountain wind blew across the face, which was particularly cool. I saw the splash behind the speedboat, forming several silver-white long dragons, which were very beautiful. I couldn't help reaching for water, and the splashing waves hit my hands, like countless pearls in my palm, which hurt. The Hongshan Hongshi here has a beautiful name called Danxia. Looking at the lakes and mountains on both sides of the strait, the natural landscapes such as Shuangkong, Maoling and Maofeng are particularly clear and refreshing against the blue sky and white clouds.

After swimming in Dajin Lake, we came to Shangqing Stream to row bamboo rafts. Shangqing Stream is more than 50 kilometers long, of which the section with developed bamboo rafts is 15 kilometers long, and the whole journey takes about two hours. Shangqing Stream is deeply hidden in the mountains and valleys, and comes down with the cutting. The stream meanders in the mountains, turning thousands of times, and the mountains are heavy and mixed with water, which is unique. The two sides of the strait are inaccessible and densely forested. From time to time, the fragrance of exotic flowers and herbs came to our nostrils, and we seemed to have entered a fairyland on earth. ...

The beautiful scenery in Taining County makes me linger, but due to time, we still have several scenic spots to visit. Next time I have a chance, I must revisit Taining and enjoy the gift of nature again.

First, beauty lies in the countryside. My hometown is in a small county in Zhangzhou, where the scenery is picturesque and beautiful. You see, the streets are full of horses and dragons, which is a kind of flowing beauty; Pavilions and pavilions in the park, potted flowers are blooming, which is a kind of exquisite beauty; Shopping malls are full of beautiful goods and customers, which is a kind of bustling beauty ... but I think the most beautiful thing is in the countryside, with green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, terraced fields and fruit trees all over the slope, full of vibrant beauty and natural beauty everywhere.

In the field, beautiful women are dancing there! In spring, the seedlings in the field are green. Green is shining in our eyes, as if there is a green spirit dancing on every leaf. It's autumn in a blink of an eye, the fields are golden, a breeze blows, terraces are turned over, and heavy ears of rice are swaying, as if yellow elves are dancing. You see, the farmer's uncle's face is filled with the joy of harvest. They are as busy as a bee, some bend over to cut rice, some step on threshers, and some drive home with a car full of golden millet ... Happy dream elves dance a harvest waltz in the hearts of farmers!

In the forest, beauty sings there! In the dense forest, groups of lively birds are giving a concert. They are chirping and singing. Listen, the thrush, known as the champion songbird, is small and exquisite. It stood on the branch, held its head high, and sang happily: "Ding-ding, Ding-ding, what a beautiful morning …" The song was euphemistic and refreshing! The dark green thrush, known as the little green angel, is charming and does not show weakness. As it spread its wings and flew in the treetops, it sang, "La la la la la la la, how wonderful the forest concert is!" Come and join us ... "This song is beautiful and attractive. Larks, known as super singers, joined the concert without exception. It is the best solo with a singer like Lin in the bird kingdom, and it is also the protagonist of this concert. Its melodious and exciting singing makes all other singers feel ashamed and leads the whole music to a climax ... The river in the forest is spewing, and the children are swimming in the crystal clear river, ready to have a water fight. You splash me, I splash you, how happy they are! The gurgling sound of running water, children's laughter and birds' chirping are intertwined to form a happy symphony!

In the sky, it depicts beauty, blue sky and white clouds, and rainbow bridge. It's really "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing colorful exercises in the sky" ... In the pond, beauty tells it that the lotus is dancing in white clothes in the sun, dragonflies are flying over, telling it the joy of flying in the morning, and small fish are swimming around at the foot, telling it the good dream it had last night ... on the lawn.

In school, beauty exists there. Loud reading and melodious singing came from time to time in the spacious and bright classroom. Students have studied hard since childhood, roaming in the ocean of knowledge, determined to make contributions to the motherland in the future and make the motherland's tomorrow more brilliant ... Farmhouse, where beauty becomes magical, low adobe houses become the narrowest buildings, simple tables and chairs become luxurious and comfortable leather sofas and spotless glass coffee tables, and hard wooden beds become soft.

Ah! Village, a beautiful and vibrant village, I love you, I love my hometown, Zhangzhou, which is full of vitality and vigor.

Above the sky, below the sky

I am in the autumn of 200 1 in Xixia Tomb. Amber dusk enveloped the endless wilderness, an unknown mound, and me.

The mound is as high as a tower, but it is more like a sad and lonely horse standing in the wilderness. There is not a tree, a house or a wisp of smoke in all directions. Popular eastward, seven miles, seven miles, seven miles, suddenly stopped at the foot of Helan Mountain. Helan Mountain, weeping for blood, is silent and solemn. I have two rock paintings of Helan Mountain in my backpack, which are rubbings, running sheep and primitive faces. This face is beyond the realistic style and full of totem-like mystery and worship. It breaks the power of sudden pause and makes the wind return. Back to the foot of this abandoned mound.

"In this way, I met you in the darkest moment of my life/the back of a desolate dynasty/the pyramid that no one worshipped." My records at that time.

Yes, there are no descendants to worship. Xixia tomb, no descendants. According to historical records, "Xixia was a feudal regime with the ancient Qiang Tangut as the main body, including the Han nationality and other ethnic minorities, which was established from the 1 1 3rd century." In the end, Xixia was destroyed by the powerful Mongolian army. What bothers me most is not only the demise of a dynasty that inspired all directions, but the demise of a nation. 1227, the son of Genghis Khan led an army into Zhongxing House, the capital of Xixia, and burned down the palace, killing all the soldiers and civilians in Zhongxing House. It's very consistent with previous murders. "Nothing is taboo, bones cover the wild." Those lucky enough to survive in the clan also fled everywhere, so that future generations migrated and eventually merged into all ethnic groups in China. Tangut, a branch of the ancient Qiang nationality in China, has disappeared. In the western suburbs of Yinchuan, at the eastern foot of Helan Mountain, a large open space, this dynasty only left earth-made tombs, covering an area of 50 square kilometers. The tombs of the Xixia emperor and the tombs buried with their relatives and friends are scattered everywhere. Nearly a thousand years ago, in 190 years, these tombs were magnificent, showing the momentum and prestige of a dynasty, dazzling like fireworks, and finally fell from the night sky, solidified into something that could be touched, and appeared in the form of mounds, the most mourning form.

I have touched the hard soil grains of the mound one by one countless times. I am a descendant of aliens. On the edge of the mausoleum far from the Mausoleum, the rubble is like iron and sparsely populated. What brought me across the provinces to meet you? Rough soil, slender pale fingers, what could be more painful than this gentle touch? Along the towering mound, I looked up at my face, which was browned by the sun during the day, and felt majestic in the evening breeze. Dozens of caves are evenly distributed on the mound, and the formation of these caves is related to wind, erosion and years. In a word, the wooden frame of the mound has been eroded by wind and time. A piece of wood flew away, leaving an eye on the mound.

So these

Whose is it?

Eyes,

Eyes and

ragus the show

The dance of the inner palace?

How can I tell you how much I like Hughes' gloomy and beautiful poem?

These eyes radiate great nothingness, which is enough to push a person to despair. The bat of death flies away, the bat of time flies away, and the bat of native land and foreign land flies away. Those topics are too big for me to imagine. A dynasty, a nation, glorious years and grand festivals have all disappeared without a trace, so who can hold a life in his hand like dirt? Hold love and destiny in your hands? In the days without God, everything is irreversible, and life is not even as loyal as the wind. The wind will come back once a year, blowing green Jiangnan. I don't believe in redemption when there is no God. "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I just want you." This is Haizi, and it hurts to think about it. A friend once told me again and again, you said Haizi, how did he survive? Haizi stated in his last words that "my death has nothing to do with anyone", so who is it related to? At the end of the grassland, I can't hold a tear when my hands are empty/sad.

This autumn, I tore a wound in my life. The habit I developed in the past ten years made me run to the west again, and let the wind in the desert roll up a lost body like a bird flying. Actually, there is no way to survive. Ten years ago, next to the tennis court in Peking University, a boy called my name and told me that you should be more vulgar. He smiled at me under the sky. Such a unabashed person made me instantly see my "sore feet". In fact, I am fully capable of coping with secular life, but I often don't know where my heart is. I often lower my heart, lower than grass. A simple example: when I walk in front of the office building, I will remind myself again and again, don't forget to say hello to the oncoming person and say something to him, I said in my heart. But I still inevitably passed someone, as if the road was too long, as if all the preparations could not be carried out within ten steps. My heart was so weak that I broke free and flew away from my body unconsciously, but I didn't know where.

Some people in the world know how to warn. A close friend in college, she often talks to herself loudly. She said that Lu Xun said that it is impossible for a person to pull out his hair and leave the earth. Behind this warning is a very clear understanding of yourself. She knew it was difficult for her feet to set foot on the earth, so the warning was painful. Just like Haizi said, "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I just miss you". In fact, he knows that even tonight, mankind has never been separated from him for a moment; From now on, he wants to cut wood and feed the horses by himself, only asking about food and drink, facing the sea and blooming in spring. How could his warning not hurt the bone marrow? This kind of pain is so great that nothingness is no longer a problem, so how can Haizi live? I want to lower my heart, lower than grass. This kind of warning is in the sky and underground.

I can't explain to people where my heart is. Nothing can make the mind speak except poetry. But who cares about poetry? In this world, there are countless people who have not been exposed to poetry. The guidance of poetry sometimes even makes me afraid of falling to the ground. The real thing in front of me sometimes looks ferocious, sometimes human nature is muddy, and I don't know how to face it. I have never even dared to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my daughter, fearing unfamiliar people and unfamiliar atmosphere; Later, I learned some funny words, sometimes I would not admit defeat and mumble with others, so I bluffed to cover up my inner timidity. Many times, even I don't know what I'm afraid of.

In fact, I am a grateful person. In such a sad autumn, in the vast Gobi, I smell the fragrance that the world only gives me from the memories over and over again. When I was a child, I opened my eyes for the first time to see a snowy night. It was a quiet snowy night, and the distance was soaked with dim and warm lights. My mother took my hand and dragged me through the snow without saying a word. Her silence gave me space, gave me the future, and made me often fall into a deja vu search in the following years. I am so vulgar that I am idolized and hopelessly in love with Chen Kaige and Chen Mingdao. YQ said that these are two unrelated people. Think about it, too. I can say that I like Chen Kaige's poetic temperament. I think few people can remember the details like him and have the ability to make these details burst into tears in your life, which is touching. He is a pure man above and below the sky; But Chen, I don't know what he is. He is too deep. That's why I like him: I don't know what he is. That was my first boyfriend. I never knew what he was. Ten years later, after the reunion, we met for the first time after breaking up, and I still feel this way. He sat opposite me with a cigarette between his fingers. This is a neurotic hand with long fingers and soft knuckles. In that hand, I didn't know that the blood was flowing, with the wildness and sadness of the river and the secret passion passing through my heart. I don't know what caused my heart to be full of fear. My daughter's first parent-teacher conference scared me to death, but I can't explain this fear, so I have to say, I won't go. YQ didn't let me say much either. He just patted me on the head and went out for a meeting with my daughter. How could I forget? How can I say that I have nothing to do with secular life? Under the sky is the earth. I am a child of the earth and have always been blessed by the earth.

Dusk disappeared, and the night hung its huge wings and quietly occupied everywhere. The mound also disappeared silently. I like the night, and I like to spread my limbs comfortably. This gesture tells me that when night comes, I am me, I smell the breath of peace, I hear a long and sad howl, my face glows, and my eyes show sadness-I am a wolf belonging to the darkness. Darkness brought the gods back to our eyes, and redemption followed. Everything burns silently in the great darkness, and I also burn silently in the great darkness. Silence, burning. At that moment, I thought I had found myself.

But you should see that I came empty-handed and there is no evidence.

How I want to lie down and get dark.

The night is as cool as water. An unknown bug, singing loudly. ...