Who knows the full text of Liang Yuchun's Spring Breeze?

Zhang Xiaofeng

Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can't hold on any longer, with a splash, a cold face turns into a painted face, and a song sings from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed ducklings and to the soft and soluble spring mud. So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry all over the sky for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind comes, every willow sings a white, empty, inexplicable and inaudible fly, and every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.

Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are crushed by the wind and snow, gently supporting a small empty nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all the mountain villages. Willow trees control the royal ditch and the folk river head-the spring water is like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, which is beautiful because of long-term pious prayer.

As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the history books and before Cang Xie wrote the words, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite, a pair of legs suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable, and Qian Qian's hand was played by thousands of vegetarian hands on the banks and banks of the stream.

Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics.

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the black forest of chimneys, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years.

Winter in Baima Lake

Xia Gaizun

In my career of more than forty years, the deepest feeling about winter was when I moved to White Lake at the beginning of ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands high on the other side of the lake. There are several newly-built bungalows at the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake, where Liu and I live. Besides, no one is wild for two or three miles. The family moved from prosperous Hang Cheng to this desolate Shan Ye in late November of the lunar calendar, as if immersed in the tropics.

The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although this building is newly built, its structure is extremely rough, and the wind blows in through the gap between doors and windows, which is particularly sharp. The gap between doors and windows is made of thick paper, but there is still penetration in the rafters. When the wind blows hard, the door is closed before dark. After dinner, the whole family sleeps in the tunnel, listening to the roar of the cold wind and the surging of the lake. The small back porch on the mountain is my study, which has the least strokes in the whole house. I often pull the Luo Song hat on my head very low and work late into the night under foreign lights. Songtao is like a roar, the frosty moon is a window, and the hungry mouse is squeaking on the dust. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. I often paint gray by myself and refuse to sleep, imagining myself in the characters in landscape paintings and doing all kinds of secluded reverie.

Now there are trees everywhere in Baima Lake. At that time, no trees were planted. The moon and the sun are one, shining from the mountain to the foot. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it is really warm, not as warm as in winter. The whole family is sitting in court, and even having lunch is outside the house, just like dinner in summer. Where there is sunshine, move chairs and benches. Suddenly, the cold wind came, and we had to escape into the room with chairs and benches and shut the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind will come in the late afternoon and stop at midnight. As for the big cold, it was screaming all day long, and it took two or three days to stop. In the coldest days, the mud looks as white as cement, the mountains are purple and black with cold, and the lake waves are blue.

I don't hate snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light it at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough to see for half a month, and you can see it from the window when you look up. But in the south, it snows only once or twice every winter. Almost all the winter feelings I experienced there came from the wind. The wind in Baima Lake is strong, which can be said to have geographical reasons. There are mountains around the lake, but there is a gap half a mile wide at the north end, as if deliberately opening the bag to the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy it is. Wind has been an important factor in winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.

Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard it is blowing tonight!"

Middle school students' 40th issue.

(1933 65438+ February)

Under the scorching sun and heavy rain

Lao She

On June 15, the weather was extremely hot. The ground was already on fire as soon as the sun came out. Some clouds like Feiyun and fog like fog are floating in the air, which makes people feel breathless. There is no wind at all. Xiangzi looked at the gray day in the yard, drank a cold water and went out.

The willow tree in the street is sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. There was not a drop of water on the road, and it was all white. How high the dust on the sidewalk flies, it is connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious gray sand array, which burns the faces of pedestrians. Everywhere is dry, everywhere is hot, everywhere is stuffy, and the whole old city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. The dog lay prone on the ground, sticking out its red tongue. The nostrils of mules and horses are so big that vendors are afraid to shout. The asphalt road was sunburned, and even the bronze medal in front of the shop seemed to be sunburned. The street is quiet, except for some monotonous jingles, which make people in the copper and iron shop anxious. Today, people are too lazy to go shopping as long as they are not hungry: some put their cars in some shady places, set up sheds and take a nap in them; Some got into a small teahouse to drink tea; Some didn't pull the car out at all, just went to the street to see if it was possible to get out of the car. Even the most beautiful young men are willing to lose face and dare not run again, just walk slowly with their heads down. Every well has become their savior. No matter how many steps they just pulled, they rushed into the well as soon as they saw it. They couldn't catch up with the new water, so they filled the air in the sink with donkeys and horses. Also, because it was hot or cold in summer, I walked into the ground and never got up.

Xiangzi was a little timid. After pulling an empty car for a few steps, he felt that he was surrounded by hot air from head to toe, and even sweated on the back of his hand. But after seeing the seat, he still wanted to pull, thinking that it might be a little windy to run. He pulled a deal and pulled the car up, only to know that no one was allowed to work in such bad weather. I couldn't breathe when I ran, and my lips were burnt. Obviously not thirsty, I want to drink water when I see it. If you don't run, the sun handle and back of the poisonous flower will crack. Somehow he was dragged to that place, and his trousers and jacket were all wrapped around him. Pick up the banana fan, it's no use, the wind is very hot. He took a few sips of cold water, but went to the teahouse again.

After drinking two pots of hot tea, his heart calmed down a little. Tea goes in from the mouth, and sweat comes out from the body immediately, as if the body is empty and there will be no more water. He dare not move any more.

He felt bored after sitting for a long time. Being afraid to go out and having nothing to do, he felt that the weather seemed to be deliberately against him. I want to go out, but my legs are too lazy to move, and my body is very soft. It seems that I haven't taken a good bath. Although I sweated a lot, I still felt uncomfortable. After sitting for a while, he couldn't sit still any longer. Anyway, he was sweating when he was sitting, so he might as well go out and try.

When I came out, I realized I was wrong. The gray gas in the sky has dispersed, which is not very depressing, but the sunshine is also more severe: no one dares to look up at where the sun is, but feels that it is shining everywhere. The air, roof, walls and ground are all white and bright, with a little red in the white, and the whole place looks like a huge fire mirror from top to bottom. Every lamp is like the focus of a fire mirror, and it will get angry when it touches anything. In this white light, every color is harsh, every sound is ugly, and every smell is mixed with the stench evaporated from the ground. There seems to be no one on the street, and the road seems to have suddenly widened a lot, empty without a chill, and the glistening is frightening. Xiangzi didn't know what to do. He lowered his head, pulled the car and walked slowly. He has no ideas, no goals, and he is in a daze. His body is covered with sticky sweat and smells bad. After a long walk, the soles of my feet stuck to shoes and socks, as if stepping on a piece of wet mud. I am sad. I didn't want to drink any more water at first, but I couldn't help drinking when I saw the well. It seems to be designed to enjoy the cold water in the well. From the mouth to the stomach, it suddenly cooled down, and the pores suddenly contracted, making a cold war, which was very comfortable. After drinking, he burps repeatedly and the water will overflow.

Walking and sitting for a while, he is always too lazy to plan business. He still didn't feel hungry until noon. I want to eat something as usual, but I feel sick at the sight of food. The belly is almost full of all kinds of water, and sometimes it will ring softly, like a mule or a horse drinking water, and the belly will ring naked.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, he pulled another business. This is the hottest time of the day, catching up with the hottest day of this summer. Just a few steps later, he felt a cool breeze, just like in an extremely hot room, a little coolness came in from the door. He couldn't believe himself; Look at the willow branches on the roadside. They did move slightly twice. Suddenly there were more people in the street, and people in the shops rushed out. They all covered their heads with cattail leaf fans and looked around. "With a cool breeze! With a cool breeze! The cool wind is coming down! " Everyone shouted and almost jumped up. The willows on the roadside suddenly turned into angels, conveying the news of heaven. "Wicker son moved! God, enjoy the cool air! "

It is still hot, and my heart is much calmer. Cool breeze, even a little, gives people a lot of hope. After several cool breezes, the sunshine is not so strong, one is bright and the other is slightly dark, as if there is a flying sand floating on it. The wind suddenly blew, and the long-standing wicker suddenly got something gratifying, swaying, swaying, and the branches seemed to grow out. After a gust of wind, it became dark and all the dust flew into the air. The dust fell a little, and dark clouds appeared on the northern horizon. Xiangzi sweated, looked north, stopped the car and put on a poncho. He knew that the summer rain would come at once, and there was no time.

Just put on the poncho, there was another gust of wind, and the ink clouds rolled and covered half the sky. The hot air on the ground is mixed with cool wind and smelly dry soil, which is hot and cold; It's sunny day in the south and dark clouds in the north for half a day. It seems that something is coming, and everything is in a panic. Coaches are anxious to put on ponchos, shopkeepers are busy collecting their bedding, and vendors are scrambling to clean up their stalls and rush forward. Another gust of wind. As soon as the wind passed, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind.

Before the clouds covered the sky, the ground was already dark, and an unusually bright and hot sunny afternoon suddenly turned into night. The wind, with the rain star between it, crashed from east to west like looking for something on the ground. A red flash in the distance to the north, like a dark cloud, reveals a lot of blood. The wind has stopped, but it is very strong and makes people tremble. A gust of such wind has passed, and everything seems to be somehow. Even the willows are waiting for something hesitantly. There was another flash overhead, followed by bright white raindrops.

It was extremely hard to fall to the ground, and a lot of dust was thrown up, and the soil was slightly rainy. Several heavy rains hit Xiangzi's back and he shivered twice. The rain stopped and dark clouds covered the sky. Another gust of wind, bigger than before, willow branches flying, dust flying, rain pouring down; Wind, soil, rain, mixed together, connected together, both horizontally and vertically, are gray and chilly, everything is wrapped in it, and it is impossible to tell which is the tree, which is the ground and which is the cloud. All directions are chaotic and full of noise and confusion. The wind has passed, leaving only a straight rain path, hanging from the sky to the bottom. I can't see the strips clearly, just one by one. Numerous arrows are shot on the ground, and thousands of waterfalls fall on the house. In a few minutes, heaven and earth could not be separated, and the water in the air fell, and the water on the ground was everywhere, turning into a black and yellow, sometimes white and bright water world.

Xiangzi's clothes were soaked through, and there was nothing loose on him. His hair was soaked through the straw hat. The water on the ground didn't reach his feet, wet trousers wrapped around his legs, and the rain on his head and back swept his face. He can't look up, open his eyes, breathe or walk. He seems to be standing in the water, and he doesn't know where the road is or before or after.

What are left and right? I just feel cool water pouring all over my body. He doesn't know anything, but he feels a little hot in his heart and there is rain in his ears. He wants to put the car down, but he doesn't know where to put it. Trying to run, the water wrapped around his leg. He was half dead, dragging forward step by step with his head down. The driver seems to have died in the car, leaving the driver to fight for his life in the water without saying a word.

When the rain stopped, Xiangzi straightened up slightly and exhaled, "Sir, please stay away before you go!"

"Let's go! How did you leave me here? " Passengers stamped their feet and shouted.

Xiangzi really wanted to put the car down and find a place to hide. However, looking at the running water, he knew that he would shake into a ball when he stopped. He gritted his teeth and waded high and low. Not far away, it was dark for a while, it was bright for a while, and the rain fell in love with his eyes again.

Yes, that passenger didn't even give a penny more. Xiangzi said nothing. He's too busy.

The rain stopped for a while, then it rained for a while, much less than before, and Xiangzi ran home in one breath. Holding the fire for a while, he shivered like a leaf in the wind and rain.

I tried my best ~ ~ ~ ~

Ps: Spring breeze in Liang Yuchun is definitely not spring rain.

spring rain

It is the happiest thing in the world that a whole day of spring rain is followed by a whole day of chun yin. I have always hated it.

Bad sunny days, especially sunny spring; On this miserable earth, such a happy person suddenly came.

The weather is like a bored host's feast and a strange smiling face when strangers come out, which completely shows the universe.

Idiot ingredient. In the so-called big spring, people go to Park Avenue or places of interest to parade through the city.

Laughing like an orangutan, I was really carried away and turned into four elephants. But it's cloudy or urgent

When it rains, even the most complacent rich people feel depressed, so it smells a bit like some people.

Unlike watching the sun when the weather is fine, I stride. God is on my side, and I got what I wanted.

The meaning of. For those who know the sorrow of the world, dark days are their only glorious time. vault of heaven

Tears for them, dark clouds frown for them, and they feel that the air around them is like a fallen woman.

Lying in my mother's arms, I saw a tear from my loving mother splashing on my tears, which really moistened my withered heart.

Sitting silently in the closet, I think of my close friend who has been in conflict for ten years and my lover who has already left, and I think of all kinds of ups and downs in my life.

The pain I experienced, listening to the sad dripping in front of the eaves outside the window, watching the waves surge like endless rain clouds, at this moment

All thorns have become clean Bai Lianhua, just like the miracle after the slaughter of saints in the Middle Ages.

"It's the hardest when old friends come", and the gloomy weather makes us feel the warmth and loveliness of the world.

When pouring a cup of hot tea for a friend who came in the bitter rain, we were very eager to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha.

Conditions. "The wind and rain are like dark clouds, and chickens crow endlessly". Only by rolling out of sadness can human beings get rid of it.

Refined, with this bright steel knife at the waist. "It's unfair to look like a gentleman today." "The upcoming events are full of wind.

Architecture "can symbolize our spirit of standing on the earth, tasting all the bitterness and looking forward to the future catastrophe, which is really like homesickness."

The guests patted the withered grass, saw the cattle and sheep outside Guo, remembered the countryside in their hometown, and missed the bamboo in Su Cao's new grave.

At the corner of the horse, tears seem to vaguely distinguish the elders of the dragon bell from the mountain, or only see a few leaning against the broken wall.

The shadow of crutches. I'm afraid the so-called art of living lies in how to become such a popular recruiter. anyway/no matter what/ in any case

In the long run, no matter how you practice in Chengjiang, you always seem to be thinking about a flower-like hometown, which can be said to be an ideal life.

Crystallization, the poem in my heart, is the last barrier to preserve our sanity; But at the same time, you can clearly see.

At the bottom of the country, stick to your own steps, no matter how cruel the people in this strange place are, no matter the water in this foreign country.

How unaccustomed the soil is, but it can stand as thin and abrupt as an old tree in a strong wind. Can endure, but not numb.

Wood can be affectionate, but not affectionate, like the spring rain in front of the building, falling quietly, covering the dazzling sunshine, but

Moisturize a hundred flowers. Swallows in front of the eaves are hiding in the nest, whispering to the drizzle like a dream, which is a bit like.

Tell me the news.

However, the spring rain can sometimes be very violent, as fast as lightning, pouring down from the mountain.

Red, all in the water, looks like a wet blanket, maybe a hug. I have no patience all my life and know a little.

Jiao often advises me anxiously, but in a dark room, self-confidence is by no means a person who pursues success, but for

Workers who have been annoyed are often annoyed. The so-called impatience is nothing more than a tired response. Sometimes I am very patient,

Like glass tiles in a ruined temple. He always looks at the empty space like that when the wind blows and the rain blows and the frost blows and the sun shines.

In the blue sky, I seem to be able to sit down in front of the tablet without words and slowly meditate on the significance of this slate. This is just a

The futon has been broken, and the old monk sitting there in a daze wants to end the world quickly so that he can retreat to the purple bamboo forest to play.

Leaving aside the world, I am in the city, standing in a lively field and enjoying the white clouds in the sky. These two moods.

It turns out that there is no contradiction. Although I haven't jumped out of the waves and jumped into the sea, I will never jump out of the waves, but the meaning of boxing.

I know a thing or two, probably swinging between anxiety and burnout, always focusing on helpless days. So even though I ...

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Mao Mao rain, I also love the violent and urgent rain, it came one after another, washed away the sunshine, but also washed away the sunshine.

Stay away from the clouds to remind us that Japan and the United States may never be calm, or there may always be a rainstorm.

Drift all the traces of joys and sorrows in the world into the sea, white waves roll over and nothing can be seen. Burnout and burnout

Everyone's mood has been enlightened by nirvana here, and the whole world is like a guest leaving a banquet and washing it clean.

When a housewife looks at the cups and plates on the kitchen shelf, she may smile and think that a day's work is always

It's over. At least I often imagine this land that has been restored to its original appearance.

But the best state is probably the bad tune in the ruler's calf, the so-called "lingering spring rain." Love for a summer

It has been raining for more than ten days, and it seems that the sun will never shine again, but it is possible to keep shining. Sometimes it appears in the sky.

There is a large clear blue, and the feet of the rain slowly gather, and suddenly they are sad again, which makes people unpredictable.

Extremely embarrassed expression can really become a symbol of this charade-like life. I remember more than ten years ago, whenever there was a spring rain,

Sometimes, I often cut the paper into the shape of a monk and stick it upside down next to the water tank, which means telling God not to rain again.

Although I see the new blisters at the foot of the rain in the yard, I always feel infinite joy, especially when I pass by in a hurry.

Before the eaves, when a few drops of rain splashed on my neck. But at that time, I unconsciously realized the taste of spring rain.

I didn't concentrate on finding it when I arrived. When I know how to appreciate the comfortable rain, I am always dry.

I'm a guest here. I just go back to see the boring shower in summer and have a rain addiction. So, "build a building for one night"

I missed the joy of listening to the spring rain face to face and slipped away from my fingertips. I didn't have many good dreams in my prime, and now the colorful clouds are coming.

Scattered, white, irrelevant life, such as falling in the fog, the disappointment of spring rain has to be counted.

A bar, but it seems that it can represent all my sadness. But I've always liked meditation springs.

Rain, perhaps because I care about my sadness; I often change Tao's poems into Self.

I said, "I don't have enough clothes. I hope I hate it." I will love and hate the lingering spring rain,

Probably because I have this situation.