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Liu's sunrise

Climbing the mountain to watch the sunrise has attracted me since I was a child.

The sunset glow has the beauty of sunset glow, and ancient poets have left many beautiful poems in this respect, such as "The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the long river sets the yen", "The rising sun falls, A?vagho?a" and the wind is rustling ",but no matter how good it is, there is always a feeling of bleak. It's better to climb the steep cliff of Qifeng, or stand at the top of Haiyan, face the diffuse sky, observe the scene of a great birth in an instant, and see how fire, heat, life and light come to the world together. But for a long time, I didn't have a chance to watch the sunrise, so I could only enjoy it from books.

Heine once described the scene of watching the sunrise from the broken peak in the Travel Notes of Mount Hart:

We watched without saying a word, and the crimson ball rose in the horizon, and a hazy winter light spread. The mountains seem to be floating in a sea of white waves, and only the peaks are clearly visible, making people think that they are standing on a hill. In the middle of the flooded plain, only pieces of dry soil are exposed here or there.

Turgenev, who is good at observing natural scenery, gave an incisive description of Hidesaku on the Russian Yuan Ye:

..... When the sun rises in the morning, it doesn't roll up the fire cloud of the whole day, and it is surrounded by a faint rose morning light. The sun, not violent, not as hot as it is on a suffocating dry day, nor as deep purple as it was before the storm, but with the bright and soft first ray of awn, faintly floated from behind a long and narrow cloud, appeared and then hid in the faint purple fog around. On both sides of the highest point where the clouds extend, they glow like small snakes: as bright as dazzling silver. But, look! Jumping column moved forward again, with solemn joy, flying, holding a round of Asahi. ……

However, the rising of the sun, like a new thing in life, is not easy to be seen at the moment when it first germinates. If you see it, you must climb high, see far and have a keen eye. From my personal experience, the opportunity to watch the sunrise has come to me several times, and it will come true soon.

Once in India. We started from Madrid, passed through Mumbai, Hyderabad, Bangalore and Cochin, and finally arrived in Kuifanton. Then along the road with dense coconut trees, you can drive for three hours to Komori Point, the southernmost tip of India. This is a famous place to watch the sunrise. Because from here to the South Pole, it is an endless green ocean with no land in the middle. Therefore, this cape became the first messenger to meet the sun. It is not difficult for people to imagine how spectacular the majestic sky and boundless sea are, rising from the night before dawn and lighting the first torch. We are only here to watch the sunrise. However, after listening to the waves all night, I woke up in the morning, but the east was covered with a gray cloud. At this time, the sea breeze blew our skirts. A roll of spray patted our feet and made a gentle sound, as if sorry for us.

Another time was to climb Huangshan Mountain. It is also a good place to watch the sunrise. Because the lion forest in Huangshan has a peak. Unfortunately, people's eyesight is not so good. Otherwise, overlooking Jiangsu and Zhejiang from here, heading for the sea is also counted. This kind of terrain, as long as you look at the Huangshan spring water, how to directly discharge Xin' an River and Fuchun River like an unrestrained white dragon, and enter the sea through Qiantang, it will be clear at a glance. When I arrived at Huangshan Mountain and started climbing the mountain, birds and flowers were singing and the weather was fine. I listened to the weather forecast and said that there would be no change for two or three days. Unexpectedly, I met the same experience as Xu Xiake: "When the fog reaches the lion forest, the thicker the wind ..." I only listened to the wind and rain all night, but of course I didn't see the sunrise.

However, I saw the most magnificent sunrise. However, this is not at the top of the mountain, nor at the seaside, but at the high altitude of Wan Ren where "Tu-104" flew. Now that I think about it, I can't help but marvel at this fantastic scenery. It was at the moment when I was unprepared and a little surprised that the universe showed its unparalleled brilliance and richness to my eyes. This attracted my mind and made my eyes red. That was August 24th, 1958. I flew from Moscow to Tashkent. At the airport, the night is heavy and the sky is full of stars. At 3: 40, I took off, flew into the air and looked down. I saw a lot of lights in Moscow shining like hundreds of millions of tiny diamonds in the dark velvet night. It is like a narrow dark red belt with a cold blue morning light and a bright morning star hanging high above it. The plane has been flying upwards, rising higher and higher, and I don't know how many clouds it has passed, far away from the dark ground. The plane seems to be afraid of waking the sleeping people. The motor sound is particularly soft and the wings are smooth. At this time, the red belt is slowly expanding, like a red cloud and a red sea. Dark red light shines, it spreads to the sky, lifts the night sky farther and farther, and reflects them into red. What's next? However, it is as dark and boundless as the vast continent. This is an alternating moment in the morning and evening. Black seems very powerful at first glance, but in the blink of an eye, the cold morning light turns into magnetic blue light. The original Red Sea was surrounded by piles of dark blue clouds. At this time, a miracle was born. Suddenly, a thin parabola rose from the dark blue clouds. The line is bright red, shining with golden light, like a boiling solution, and then it rushes up like a rocket. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that this was the moment when generate emerged from the night sky in the bright daytime. Then several redder and brighter fragments flashed through several dark blue clouds. I was surprised at first. I wonder what this is. Look again, several small pieces break through the clouds, closely connected, merged and jumped out. So the sun came out. Its crystal lamp is dazzling, the fire is generally bright red and the fire is generally strong. Unconsciously, all the shadows are immediately illuminated by it. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the wings of the plane were red, the windows were red, and the faces of every sleeper in the cabin were red. At this time, everything is very quiet, very quiet. The whole universe is as gentle and quiet as a mother who just gave birth to a baby, full of freshness and happiness. Looking down again, the clouds roll away like a gray torrent, in order to sprinkle light on the earth and make the whole world shine. I fell asleep in the soft chair. When we woke up, our plane was flat, smooth and free, sailing eastward. At dawn, all kinds of red, gray, black and blue are gone, only the sky is blue, and some clouds in the sky are shining silver, like children's smiling faces. At this time, I forgot that I was happy to see the wonders of the sunrise, but I entered a solemn thinking with joy and realized the most beautiful and profound meaning of the poem "We are the sun at six o'clock in the morning".

Liu's Three Gorges of the Yangtze River

In the letter, I stated: "On this day, I feel like flying in a magnificent symphony. I have sailed on the ocean and flown in the sky, but for the first time on our mother river, the Yangtze River, I was attracted by the great power of nature. "

I heard on the radio that I had arrived in Fengjie. When the Jiangjin docked, it was twilight. I got up and looked at it. The peaks only show a gray outline from the night. After the opening ceremony, I came to the lounge. I see two cliffs ahead and a narrow river in the middle. The ship has entered Qutang Gorge. As the river turns with the wall, golden sunshine appears in the sky ahead, like a golden belt, and the rest is still a vast sea of clouds. Qutangxia is the most dangerous place in the Three Gorges. Du Fu's "Song of Kuizhou" says: "Baidigao is the Three Gorges Town, and Qutang has more than 100 prisons." In ancient times, the ballad said: "I am as big as a horse and can't get down the pond;" As big as a monkey, Qutang can't swim; As big as a turtle, Qutang can't go back; As big as an elephant, Qutang can't get up. "This mound turned out to be a huge black reef aimed at the canyon. Thousands of waters rushed into the gorge and came straight to the giant reef. As you can imagine, it's really a lot of thunder and little rain. A ship, like an arrow, will be smashed by a slight mistake. Now, this huge coral reef has been blown up. However, Qutang Gorge is still surging, the waves are like thunder, and countless eddies are formed on the river. The ship rushed through the whirlpool and only heard the sound of water. After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. At the top of the canyon, there are several golden clouds floating in the blue sky, and a ray of sunshine falls on the cliff on the left like lightning. On the right peak, a white cloud is shining with silver light, and the sun has not come yet. At this time, in the distance ahead, in the mountains and clouds, a mass of red mist suddenly appeared. You see, the crimson peaks set off the fog, which is really beautiful, just like the flash reflected by a ruby in a deep valley, which makes people seem to have entered the realm of myth. At this time, looking up at the river, it is also colorful: the cliffs on both sides of the strait are huge, and the reflection is like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a shining road, which is swaying on it; The nearby mountains are as green as jade. As time goes by, red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the boat approached, it became clear that there was a mountain peak in the red mist, and the red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At eight twenty, we came to the bright golden morning light.

Looking up, I have reached Wushan. It's sunny above and foggy below. The clouds are steaming and Xia Wei. The straight mountain I saw just now stands at the entrance of Wuxia Gorge. This mountain is like an axe, with a graceful posture. People told me that this is the first of the twelve peaks in Wushan. It seems to be welcoming guests coming from the upper reaches and saying, "Look, this is the Wushan Martial Arts." Jiangjin "clings to the foot of the mountain and enters the gorge." The red sun just shot into the glass hall and shone on my face. In the canyon, strong sunshine and milky white clouds are intertwined, a few steps apart. There is sunshine here and clouds there, which is really mysterious. Several wooden boats came up from the downstream, and their sails were like transparent white wings to the sun. The canyon is getting narrower and narrower, and the two mountains in front are facing each other. It seems that even the gate is not that wide, and it is completely white fog outside.

At 8: 50, the boat was full of people looking up. I also ran to the deck and saw a beautiful stone standing on the peak of Wan Ren, like a person watching the river. This is the legendary Beauty Peak full of air. It is said that a fisherman was fishing in the river when he was caught in a storm and his boat capsized. His wife looked out from the top of the mountain with her child in her arms, expecting him to come back. Day after day, month after month, he never came back, but she still stood there waiting for him, whether it was morning or evening, whether it was windy or rainy-still waiting for him there.

If Qutang Gorge is like a gate, then Wuxia Gorge is like a winding corridor on the river. The boat turns left and right with the mountain, and every song and turn unfolds an excellent landscape painting for you. The peaks on both sides of the strait are continuous, the mountains are fantastic, and the twelve peaks of Wushan have their own postures. People give them high praise and beautiful names, adding poetry to our country. Poetry is endless: suddenly, dark gray rocks fall from the sky and are immersed in the middle of the river, which reminds people of a huge exclamation point; Suddenly, it is a green grasshopper, like a music full of love. What is particularly beautiful is the piles of weeds dyed red by autumn frost on the cliff, like azaleas all over the mountain. The gorge is steep and the river is steep, and the river is covered with large and small eddies. The boat can only move slowly, just like a traveler walking slowly among the mountains. But it just gives people from afar enough time to appreciate the natural beauty on the vast Yangtze River. The goshawk hovers over the high canyon, and Jiang Tao walks along the mountains, where shadows and clouds are intertwined.

At ten o'clock, the river gradually widened, and the Jiangjin steadily crossed the Wuxia rapids. We arrived in Badong on 10: 15, entered Hubei, and arrived at Niukou at 10: 30. The river waves are rough and the ship is rocking on the waves. The river just ran out of Wuxia Gorge, and before it could catch its breath, it rushed into Xiling Gorge, the third Gorges.

Xiling gorge is relatively wide, but the river has become particularly fierce, and there are rapids and rapids everywhere. The ship rushed past with the rough waves like a meteor, and then floated around the dangerous beach. The three most famous dangerous beaches are inclined beach, clear beach and Kenling beach. Looking at the river in Ma Benteng, it suddenly turns into thousands of whirlpools here, and you will feel that the river is simply spinning. Jiangjin shook violently. Although this section of the river is full of dangers, there are countless beautiful legends. Arrive in Zigui at eleven fifteen. Zigui is the earliest land sealed by Xiong Yi, the former king of Chu, and also the hometown of Qu Yuan. Later, Qu Yuan was exiled to the Miluo River and died there. According to folklore, when Qu died, he was seen riding a white horse by the Miluo River. Legend has it that after Qu Yuan's death, he was carried back to Zigui by a big fish and finally returned to his hometown from exile. All this sounds too magical and grotesque at first glance, but it reflects the people's infinite nostalgia for Qu Yuan.

Before Zigui, there was a large iron-blue reef that stood on the river. It takes a long rapids to bypass the floodplain. In the most dangerous place, Jiangjin exhausted all his strength, fighting and trembling forward. The rapids have just rolled, and there is another strange peak protruding ahead. The river flows along the right side of this mountain. There is also a river on the left side of the mountain peak. So this is Xiangxi, the birthplace of Wang Zhaojun. This immediately reminds people of Du Fu's poem: "Wanling Valley is near Jingmen, and Mrs. Guang was born in the village where she grew up." Looking at Xiangxi in the distance, the ship entered an extremely steep long gorge along the mountain peak-Zhanshujian Gorge. This is a completely narrow alley. I went to the bow and looked up. I saw Yellowstone National Park, as high as the sky. Drive a little further and you'll get to Qingtan. The river suddenly fell, the waves were rough and the waves splashed. Before you could look carefully, the ship flew down like an arrow, and the huge waves were split by the bow, twisted and rolled together, and then stirred away. The river seems to be boiling, full of bubbles and waves. The comrades on board pointed to a small town on the rock and told me: "Many pilots on the Yangtze River were born here ... Even if the wooden boat wants to cross the green beach, it must be led by people here." At this moment, I am watching a wooden boat go upstream. It seems that the momentum of this green beach is scary, but as long as people master a way forward from the turbulent waves, they can overcome nature.

At noon, Jiangjin arrived at Kong Ling Beach. Everyone on the Yangtze River knows: "Qingtan is not a beach, Kenling is a gate of hell." It is obvious that it is dangerous. Seeing the gray rocks covering the water, the ship broke down. It turns out that only one boat can pass through the narrow waterway of Kong Ling Beach. At this time, a river cruise is going up, so we have to wait. I didn't expect to wait for a long time, which shows how careful I am to lift the ship. When Jiangjin sailed past Kong Ling Beach, we saw many rocks. We don't seem to be on the mighty Yangtze River at all, but looking for a way to trudge forward in the vast jungle.

Liu's Chun Xue

There have been several heavy snows since the spring. Every time I see this white world, I always feel infinite joy. Yes, this is the first Chun Xue in the 1980s!

I was born in the north, and I have loved watching snow since I was a child. Teenagers are familiar with the poem "I am afraid of poetry, so I jumped on the ice", which is still fresh in my memory. Lu Xun once described the snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the north in detail: "Snow in the south of the Yangtze River should be beautiful and moist", while "Snowflakes in the north of the Yangtze River will always be like powder and sand after flying, and will never stick together and scatter on houses, underground and hay". But I think the snow in the north written here is winter snow. As for Chun Xue in the north, I think it's quite snowy in the south of the Yangtze River! Isn't this the case with the first Chun Xue on the third day of the first lunar month? I live in a tall building and look out of the window. A thick layer of snow has accumulated on the balcony fence, which is so warm and harmonious and brings fresh news of spring. It's sunny and sunny. From my window, I can see the green western hills. On this day, Beijing is white, with rows of endless snow tops, black and white, forming a very unique painting, very beautiful.

This Chun Xue aroused my joy and made me think deeply. I stood quietly at the window and stared for a long time. I remembered several unforgettable Chun Xue in my life.

In the early spring of Yan 'an mass production, what a hard and magnificent era it was! In order to overcome hunger and keep the battle between fire and blood going, we will release Yamakaji and open up wasteland to sow when the weather is warm. Just then, a heavy snow suddenly fell from the air, making me rush out of the cave and greet the cold snow with my hot cheeks. I wrote a short essay, the title of which I can't remember clearly It seems like a snowy night. There is such a meaning: the snow goes deep into the land bit by bit, nourishing the seeds and making them germinate as soon as possible. I still remember the spring of that year, when the dawn broke slightly, there were rows of winding and crawling figures on the mountains of Yan' an. Then, the flying hoes and sweat make people really feel the pleasure of "working people creating a new world"

It's almost the end of March, and it should have rained long ago. But when I got up this morning, there was a good snow. Probably because of the rising temperature, snowflakes stick to trees, and trees near and far are like clusters of white corals, which are very beautiful. This snow tree reminds me of another hard and magnificent life, which was the most difficult time in the Northeast Liberation War. On the bank of Tanhua River, it is still full of snow in February and March, and the snow is knee-deep. The marchers raised one foot, but the other foot sank in. Although the weather at MINUS 40 degrees is very cold, they are still sweating because of the hard journey. But when I saw the wonders called "tree hanging" in the northeast, every slender branch from the tree body was carved like ice and snow, and I couldn't help but pass a surprise from my heart. I walked through the snow and into the smoke with this beautiful mood. What a heroic life this is!

This year, in the first spring of the 1980s, these heavy snows were different from before. However, the footsteps of history are quietly and firmly coming from the distant depths, closely linking the past and today. Because of this, Chun Xue endowed Chun Xue with infinite affection today in those hard years. If anything, times have changed. At that time, we fought for light from the dark old world with blood and life; Today, we are stepping into a great era and the threshold of the new Long March, and we must strive for greater light with more determined strength. Moving from one battlefield to another is the continuation and extension of our history. "Forgetting the past means betrayal", how well it is said! We welcome tomorrow and commemorate the past. For those who create the future, he knows how much he needs the spirit of cutting through thorns and reclaiming wasteland in the past. When I thought so, I heard the song of land reclamation and the thunder of the line of fire.

The snow is getting closer and closer to the warm spring every time. I remember when I lost my freedom, I silently recited the poem of Wing Chun: "The sun is shining, the thunder is thundering, and the most painful thing is to hurt my soul." In that iron fence, my heart is still quivering slightly with its wings flying freely. Look at this rustling snowflake, stringing together feelings for decades. This swirl of snowflakes seems to urge my flying horse to whip forward.

I stared at it quietly. Nothing happened in Chun Xue. It rained all night. How white and pure snow is, as beautiful as flowers and jade, but it doesn't make me intoxicated, but it makes me excited. Judging from my calendar and my personality, I prefer snowstorms. As Lu Xun wrote: "... when a whirlwind suddenly comes, it flies vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, filling the space, making the space spin and flicker." ..... "This is how lofty and unrestrained. Unexpectedly, this afternoon, when I looked at the poplar from the window, I was shocked by a natural and wonderful sight. It turns out that the bodies and branches of poplars are so warm and black that the buds quietly growing from the tips are covered with snow, as dense and beautiful as white flowers in Qian Qian. In a flash, I seemed to be in Xiangxue Lake in Suzhou and saw a thousand trees of Bai Mei. Today, only today, the dense Chun Xue made me forget the snowstorm whistling in my heart for a while, so I love Chun Xue even more. As the old saying goes, "Xue Ruiji bodes well for a good year", but didn't the snow in the early spring of the 1980s bring a beautiful feeling to the 1980s and the New Long March? ..... There was no wind, and I walked quietly under a tall poplar tree. A piece of snow, another piece of snow, jumped out from the top of the tree, jumped and fell, and immediately dissolved into the wet black soil. Suddenly thought: "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "Of course, it is not exact to compare snowflakes with watering flowers, but life is fertile for snowflakes on the earth. Isn't it to rush the coming spring flowers? ?

Liu's Love of White Butterflies

Spring is very strong, but it is still windy and rainy in the north, and spring is chilly. A warm spring breeze has just passed, and there is a refreshing cold rain.

I was walking on the grass when suddenly I saw a white butterfly on the fresh spring grass. Butterflies were knocked to the ground by the rain, and their wet wings trembled slightly and could not be opened. It's dying, dying. But it is as white as a snowflake, soft and slender, lovely and moving, how pitiful!

Where did she come from? Where are you flying to? I stared at it. Suddenly, like a drop of holy water dripping into my soul, my heart was illuminated by soft and strong white light.

I bent down, carefully picked up the white butterfly and put it in my palm.

This little creature that has been frozen stiff has withered, and its thin feet moved and fell into my hands.

I breathe through my mouth to give it a little warmth, and the butterfly gradually wakes up. Were you scared by the violent wind and rain just now? However, it is really too slim. You see, white velvet wings are like transparent tulle, two black whiskers extend forward, two black painted eyes are like, and feet are almost as thin as silk. However, this slender little creature, what does it fly out for? In this uncertain weather, it shows the extraordinary courage of the explorer.

It came back to life, and I felt infinite joy.

At this point, the wind has passed and the rain has passed. The sun shines brightly on the whole world, everything is so crystal clear, the leaves turn from light green to dark green, and the grass is full of small flowers as yellow as millet. I put the butterfly on a young leaf full of sunshine, and then walked to the grass. But there is a cry in my soul-at first it seems very far away, very far away ... I thought it was raining again, and then I realized, deep down: why did you abandon a creature? ..... So I turned and walked back to the rickety old tree. Who knows that white butterfly is crawling slowly on the leaves! I don't bother it, just look at it quietly. The sun shines reddish, quivering and burning on the leaves, bringing fire, heat, light and life. The rain beads dried it and the wind and sand swept it away. Leaves are as transparent and bright as a piece of green glass.

My beautiful white butterfly! My brave white butterfly! It tried several times, finally jumped up, spread its wings around me for a long time, and then flew to Ran Ran. A clear sky, like a small snowflake, flew farther and farther and disappeared.

At this time, a river of spring water rippled gently in my heart. When the white butterfly is in danger, I feel sorry for it, but when it really flies freely, I feel so lost and disappointed. "alas! People, people ... "I stood silently for a while, turned and walked to the grass.