Scenery description fragment Zhou Libo’s Storm

"Moonlight over the Lotus Pond"——Zhu Ziqing has been feeling quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must have looked different under the light of the full moon. The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out. Along the lotus pond is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On moonless nights, the road was eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint. I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. The things you must do and the words you must say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone; let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight. On the surface of the twists and turns of the lotus pond could be seen fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, some are blooming shyly; just like individual pearls, like stars in the blue sky, or like beauties just emerging from the bath. . The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful. The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a gauze. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, casting jagged and mottled black shadows on the bushes high up, but they seem to be painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, just like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell. There are trees all around the lotus pond, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The trees are all gloomy in color, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but what was lively was theirs, and I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early. It was popular in the Six Dynasties, and we can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotus were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus. There are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking Lotus": So the demon girl Yuannu was rowing in the boat and said in her heart: "The bird's head slowly returns, and the feather cup is passed on; when the boat is about to move, the algae hangs, and the boat is about to move but it floats." Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are tender and the flowers are blooming, she smiles because she is afraid that her clothes will be stained, and she pulls back her clothes because she is afraid of capsizing the boat. It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but it’s a pity that we are no longer lucky enough to enjoy it. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Song": I am picking lotus in Nantang in autumn, and the lotus flowers are more than people's heads; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just a few shadows of running water will not do. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I raised my head suddenly and found that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time. An example of Lao She's scenery description: Drizzle in April. It clears and sets suddenly, making the air feel strangely cool. The young leaves are still very small, but there is some green everywhere. The shy spring sun shines gently, and some soft light peeks out from the thin clouds. The shadows of people on the ground and the shadows of trees appear very faint. The wild peach blossoms are the earliest to bloom, and the light pink color sways in the wind and rain, like a charming little village girl, dressed simply and beautifully. ——"Two Horses" An example of Wang Tongzhao's scenery description: The weather is intoxicatingly warm, and it happens to be the season when the cherry blossoms are falling. The fine sandy sidewalk is covered with scattered pink flower pieces, some of which are hanging on the tiled green grass. A few pear trees are still dotted with tender white remaining petals. The hills to the north and west are covered with light blue clothes, and little swallows dance back and forth in the forest. It is the end of the good spring here, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere that make people linger. ——"Mountain Rain" An example of scenery description in Zheng Zhenduo's works: The scenery along the road is really not bad. In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it turns out to be a scene like a heavenly paradise. There is not a piece of wasteland along the way, it is all green rice, green trees, and green mulberry forests. Occasionally I see some ponds, and there are thick lotus leaves and small rhombus leaves floating on the water.

- An example of Zhou Libo's scenery description in "Birds": The sun shines through the dense leaves of the elm tree, casting its round shadow on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the scent of new wheat and wormwood. The late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons, and they are the best days of the year. The weather is neither cold nor extremely hot, the ground is still a bit green, and the people are not too busy. ——"Storm and Rain" Sample prose of Xu Chi's travel notes: I saw clouds coming, rising above Wenshu Monastery and Qingliang Terrace, blowing past Donghaimen and Xihaimen, and permeating Beihai Hotel and Baieling. It's so wandering and uncertain; it's so changeable. In a millisecond, the scenery is different; in the same place, everything changes in an instant. One moment the sun is shining, and the other moment it is raining. But there are always clouds and mists floating in and out; the entire park is hidden in it. A few pine branches and a few people watching the pine trees dissolve into each other; each picture is like an ancient landscape, with simple brushwork. The strong wind roared, shaking the pine trees like dragons and phoenixes, showing their strength and beauty. Their roots are entwined in rock crevices, are the same color as granite, and are generally solid. They have wavy canopies trimmed by the wind; they spread their wings like wings because of the wind. Looking down from the peak, they look like moss covering the rocks; looking up from the mountainside, they look like goddesses, standing gracefully and gracefully. Along the crevices of the rock wall, walking figures came out one by one, wearing gauze and light silk, with their exposed figures dancing gracefully. And the wind of dancing pines blows the clouds and mist into various shapes, which is dazzling. The clouds and mist disperse or gather; the peaks appear and disappear. Just now it was pouring rain and foggy sky, but in less than a thousandth of a second, they all stopped and dispersed. On the solemn Tiandu Peak, the Hada was put away; on the top of the pretty Lotus Peak, the veil like cicada wings was lifted. When the sun shines, the cliffs are covered with gold. At this time, the sea of ??clouds rolled in, like the tide coming from Haining, directly photographing the cliff bank in front of Wenshuyuan Hotel. Cinnabar Peak was swallowed up, Taohong Peak reached the bottom of the waves, Gengyun Peak became a small island, and Aoyu Peak swam among the snowy waves. The waves calmed down and the moon shone brightly. At this time, just south of Wenshu Monastery, the whole body of the Scorpio constellation was like a flying dragon, lying in front of it, motionless. Wait for someone to ride it and then you can take off. And when I suddenly woke up in a dark blue hotel among the quiet peaks, I got up gently and saw that the peaks and ridges were still only divided into light and dark, yin and yang, but the dawn glow gradually showed purple, blue, and green colors. The rising sun reveals its first rays of light. I have never seen this bright red so red, and I have never seen this bright red so bright. In an instant, the fireball soared into the sky, and the gazing eyes were covered with colorful clouds. The light and shadow changed in a thousand ways, and hundreds of light beams shot down from the space. The Ten Thousand Pine Forest is extremely gorgeous, and the Yungu Temple is radiant with glory. Suddenly I saw a glazed lamp hanging high on the top of Shixin Peak. The strange light and splendor spread across the flower dock like fireworks. Fireworks are flying. The darkness changed color, and the powerful storm gathered again. The pipes and pipes are singing in unison, and the mountains are shouting and the valleys are responding. The wind is getting stronger. In front of the Xihai Gate, snow waves are rolling. In front of Paiyun Pavilion, it is like a busy seaport, with packages of soft goods being loaded and unloaded on the pier. How I want to sail out to sea from here. But there are many reefs and the waves are so dangerous that they can definitely smash my sail mast and capsize my boat. I walked through the dense forest path and ran up to Zuoshu Peak. There is a platform on which you can watch the sea. But seeing the vastness, the boundless expanse, and Penglai on the sea is particularly strange. I passed through denser forests, climbed over more bizarre peaks, snaked past more dangerous cliffs, and stepped into deeper waves. A reed can sail, and I reached Feilai Peak in the heart of the sea. My interest in traveling became more intense, so I stepped onto the clouds again, and reached the clouds where there are no signs on the map of Mount Huang, and no one mentioned it in any travel notes. There are no stone steps, no trails, no routes, and no direction at all. Only in the crevices of rocks, among pine roots, and in the folds of snow waves, I went overseas. There are four thick clouds gathering, and everything is vast in all directions. Suddenly I saw a medicine farmer and told me that this place is called Overseas Wufeng. He showed me Huangshan’s highest honor, a branch of Ganoderma lucidum, with both head and tail stems, and a bright red color like coral. He showed me the way, and he went down to the canyon dozens of feet deep on the rope. He is flying and swinging. Huangshan belongs to him, to such medicine farmers. I passed through several layers of clouds and crossed several ridges, and found myself on Alchemy Peak, in front of Guangming Peak. Heavy rain was coming, and I just took shelter in the weather station. Huangshan also belongs to them, these young scientists, and they invited me into their research room. It rained heavily. At this time, the meteorologist congratulated me because I was about to see the best scenery. At that time, I had just finished breathing, but they urged me to go to the observation platform. Sure enough, the sky turned blue again after the rain. The capital of heaven stands abruptly, like an ancient general. The crimson lotus peak faces the sun and stretches out its watery petals. In the gaps between the light clouds and the sea, you can see the crystal water drops at the foot of the mountain. Baiyue Mountain in Xiuning, Jiuhua Mountain in Qingyang, Tianmu Mountain in Lin'an, and Kuanglu Mountain in Jiujiang. In the distance, like a floating piece of water, it is the Yangtze River. At this time, a rainbow hung in the sky. Colorful and bright, with silver sea background. Brilliant! Brilliant! The rainbow is not far away, it is right now, right next to the observation platform. Only ten steps away, the rainbow's feet rose across the sky, straight into the blue sky, and reached the extreme distance. It seems that you can climb the steps from the foot of the rainbow, step close to the rainbow, and overlook the mountains and rivers. And between the sea of ??clouds, a precious light suddenly appeared. In the shadow of the pine shadow, a piece of colored glaze shines under the pendant rainbow. It is only twenty steps away from me and can be reached with my hand. It's brilliant. It's crystal clear in the middle. There is a mirror in its rim, which is even more gorgeous than a rainbow. The light of the body! The light of the body! What a park this is! What a world this is! - Examples of scenery descriptions in Shen Congwen's "The Story of Huangshan": The mountains along both sides of the river are all dark green, and the tops of the mountains are often covered with white snow. , the river water is as clear as jade.

Traveling in such a river, looking at the beautiful scenery of the water and mountains, and experiencing the bravery of the sailors in work and food, made me smile often in my loneliness! ——An example of scenery description in Yu Dafu's "Xiang Xing Xing": A river of autumn water is still blue and clear. The autumn mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are still welcoming people. There are nine clusters of reeds along the Cangjiang River, and villages are dotted there. When you are sitting in the cabin of the ship, you only need to raise your head, and you will be greeted by the red leaves of the Chinese tallow trees on the river bank and the green mountains not far away from the sky. ——Yu Dafu's "Smoke Shadow" Example of scenery description in Qin Mu's works: The sound of sea waves hitting rocks and beaches is endless. The waves, almost like a white line, rushed from a distance, slammed into the shore, made a rhythmic splashing sound, and then burst into foam and disappeared among the sand and stones. A row of waves chased up from behind... - Qin Mu's "Gold Coast" Example of scenery description by Guo Moruo: Although the water flow has been liberated from the mountains compared with the upper reaches, it is still quite turbulent, so it is quite indulgent. In an unruly way, the river is quite vast, often with islands of various sizes and covered with new growth of miscellaneous trees. Although green in spring and summer, it becomes a sparse cold forest in winter. The water color, except for the red color during the summer flood period, is thick azure. The sound of beaches far and near kept singing. ——Guo Moruo's "Under the Emei Mountain" and "The Mysterious Cuogao Lake" Sample Essay: People who have been to Tibet would be a pity if they have not been to Linzhi, the "Jiangnan" of Tibet. For those who have been to Linzhi, it would be a big regret if they have not visited Cuogao Lake in person. Cuogao Lake is located in Cuogao Township, Gongbu Jiangda County, northwest of Linzhi, where the climate is pleasant and the scenery is beautiful. The lake is surrounded by continuous mountain peaks. The lake water is green and crystal clear. When there is no wind, the level is like a mirror, with white clouds and green mountain shadows reflected on the lake, and the mountains, light and water blend into one. Fishes of all sizes shuttle in the water, as if they are swimming between mountains and white clouds, making people feel like they are in a fairyland. The lake water is known as "holy water" by the local people. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. When nature is immersed in severe cold, it is still rippling with blue waves. There are many fish in the lake, and there are flocks of rare birds around the lake. It is said that there are strange beasts and beasts at the bottom of the lake. Some people also said that they had seen two big fish with their own eyes. They said that one of them was as long as several trucks connected together. When they swam out of the lake to play, they stirred the lake water like a boiling pot. This adds a bit of mystery to Cuogao Lake. Sometimes, people can still see such illusions: the lake reflects grasslands and snow-capped mountains, and they can even clearly see a corner of Lhasa's bustling market and the lively scene of the Dharma conference. These are what we call mirages. What adds color to the lake the most is naturally the small island in the lake. The island is round like a felt hat, surrounded by green trees, and in the center is the famous Temple of King Gesar. Legend has it that King Gesar went east to exterminate demons and returned. He passed by Cuogao Lake and was deeply attracted by the scenery there. He stopped on this small island to admire the scenery of the lake and mountains, and he did not want to leave for a long time. In order to commemorate him, later generations built the Temple of King Gesar on the island, erected his statue, and recorded his great deeds. Inside the temple, oil lamps flicker all day long and sutras are chanted; outside the temple, cigarette smoke fills the air and golden flags flutter, attracting countless believers and tourists. The mountains surrounding the lake are virgin forests that are rarely visited by humans, blocking out the sky and the sun. People inside can only see the scenery clearly with the help of spots of light. Various birds chirped and flew overhead. If you are lucky, you can also see rare animals such as musk deer and deer. In early autumn, various delicious mushrooms such as bluebacilli, baby mushrooms, and shiitake mushrooms grow all over the mountains, bringing good taste and wealth to the local people. Cuogao Lake attracts thousands of people with its unique scenery and strong religious color. It is said that roads, hotels, etc. will be built here in the future to allow more people to appreciate the beautiful scenery, get to know Tibet, and get to know China. Cuogao Lake, the lake in my hometown, you are the pride of your children, you are the glory of your children. Your today is infinitely beautiful, and your tomorrow will be even more brilliant. ——Bianba Zhaxi The south wind carrying the breath of spring blew his messy hair; the spring swallows patrolled back and forth, and the air was filled with their murmuring sounds. The new green grass slumps on the ground with a smile, as if it is talking to the little yellow dandelions with their heads lowered; the soft branches of the willows sway as if they are depressed, apparently because they see the peach trees around them. There are only small tender leaves, and I feel too lonely. ——Mao Dun's "Footprints" After a spring rain, the willow branches turned green and the peach blossoms smiled. The mountain stream is full of water, and one or two peach petals float on the water from time to time. The sky is as tender and clear as glass. The sun rose from the eastern half of the sky with a smile on its face, as red as a girl's face, full and moving. The picturesque spring scenery and the magnificent mountains and rivers make people feel comfortable and full of vitality. ——Shi Peifa's "The Man Who Swirled the Net" Anyway, winter has passed after all. By the beginning of April, the days are getting warmer, but the nights are still cold: winter still refuses to give in, but finally a warm day comes and beats winter back, and the rivers flow and all the birds sing. The entire meadows and shrubs along the river were submerged by the spring tide, and a large area between Zhukovo and the high slope on the opposite bank was occupied by a vast expanse of water, with wild ducks flying and landing in groups here and there on the water. Every evening, the fiery red spring clouds and gorgeous clouds create new, extraordinary, and bizarre scenery. In the future, when people see that kind of color and that kind of clouds in the painting, they simply will not believe that it is real. ——(Russian) Chekhov's "The Peasant" Spring. The yellow fields turned green. New green leaves grow on dead branches.

The sun is smiling gently at everyone, and the birds are singing and flying. The flowers are blooming, red flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. The stars are twinkling, red stars, yellow stars, and white stars. The blue sky, the free wind, and the dream-like beautiful love. The windows were wide open, and the sunshine crept in with a smile. The flowers smile at the butterflies outside the window. Bees and flies were flying around the room. ——Ba Jin's "Autumn in Spring" Spring is full of flowers, and my hometown is full of thriving scenes. The willow trees in the Ishikawa River began to sprout, the grass in Jizi Mountain also secretly emerged, and various flowers quietly bloomed. Look at the banks of the river and at the foot of the mountains: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, delicate begonia flowers... they are all blooming with smiles. The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is thawing. At this time, if you come here, nature will leave the latest and most beautiful pictures in your mind. ——Chen Yueli's "Please Come to Our Hometown" The posture of spring is gentle and beautiful: on the grassland above the treetops, the buds slowly come out, green and light green, as if they are girls, solemn and lively. Spring seems to exist just for them. The catkins and poplars floating in the spring space are like sluts who must seize the opportunity to let loose. They have completely abandoned their hypocritical shyness and are provoking people everywhere; the sky is dark blue, and the sun is as warm as a sponge. Soft; the wind blows on people, making them as happy as being possessed. People were intoxicated and almost dissolved in this scene. —— Ge Dihe's "The Mystery of Spring" Jiangnan is beautiful in spring, the wind is soft, the air is fresh, and the sun is warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, and the dotted villages are like unsinkable boats; the criss-crossing and winding In the winding river, the willow branches by the river have sprouted buds, and the asparagus has sprouted and its leaves are clear. The calm water in the river has awakened from the purity of winter, and is dressed up with the colors of nature, green and green; it is really All mountains and rivers are fond of coquettishness, so charming. At noon when the sun is bright, you can still see groups of swimming fish under the water, stopping there motionless, like a team of submarines waiting for the wind to set off. At this time, the entire insect world is setting off an extremely huge liberation movement. Every second, countless billions of lives rush out of hibernating shells. Only then does spring become energetic and spring is so prosperous. ! ——Gao Xiaosheng's "Wallet" Spring has come to Jiangnan, and spring has come to Shanghai. Shanghai, a big city that has always had a slow sense of the seasons, is now strongly filled with the breath of spring, reflecting the arrival of spring colors. Look: on the green belt of the ten-mile promenade on Zhaojiabang Road, the magnolia flower, which can be said to be the first branch of the east wind, blooms so brightly and enthusiastically. The white one, wrapped in plain clothes, is crystal clear and graceful. Looking at it, people can't help but have a noble feeling of being able to emerge from the mud but not stained; the purple one is gorgeous but not vulgar, beautiful but not charming, the same He holds his head high and has a heroic spirit. In addition, the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, azaleas, camellias... are also in bud and blooming, vying to tell people the news of spring. As for the inside of the park, it goes without saying that it is so beautiful. Even the trees on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, which not long ago stood naked in the cold wind, are now sprouting buds, covered in green, happily greeting pedestrians, exhaling the rich breath of spring. .

——Jun Qing's "Spring Song"