Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Weather inquiry - Information about Song Fangxi

Information about Song Fangxi

Guo Feng, a native of Putian, Fujian, was born in 19 19. In the late 1930s, he began to publish prose works, and successively published prose collections such as Mountain Stream and Island, Shu, Singing, Mountain Stream, Heroes and Flowers, People Opening the Window, Essays on the Sunshine Window, Selected Prose of Guo Feng, and prose poetry collections such as Ye Di Collection, Morning of Flowers and Lights Collection. Guo Feng's outstanding literary achievement lies in his prose poems. Most of these works show the rural scenery and life scenes with local characteristics in southern Fujian, and express the author's deep love for the countryside and deep affection for the motherland with pictures full of acousto-optic colors and philosophical implications, "with strong local flavor and feelings of the people and villagers". (Guo Feng's "I and Prose Poetry") The author accepts aesthetic enlightenment and folk art from the local society, and at the same time pays attention to drawing on artistic skills from symbolism and imagism, and gradually forms the style of "beauty and purity, rigidity and softness, richness and lightness, movement and quietness" in his prose poetry collection. Ye Di Ji is the representative of the author's creative style.

This is a shiny and colorful stream.

Songfangxi

I used to live in Songfang Village for many days. This is a small mountain village on the high mountain in the south.

Surrounded by mountains, Woods and rocks. Two mountain streams flow from the east and west ridges, meet in front of the village, and then flow south. This is Songfang Creek.

What a nice stream it is. There is a stone bridge on the stream. There are many big stones in the stream. How beautiful the stream stone is. Some are like a group of calves drinking water, some are like two lions sleeping on the shore, and some are like two bears preparing to walk ashore.

There are many pebbles at the bottom of this stream. How beautiful the pebbles are. Some are agate red, some are pine green, and some are with white stripes and colored spots. Pebbles shining like sapphires.

How clear this stream is. The stream reflects the blue sky and the shadow of the bridge; According to the shadow of clouds in the blue sky, according to the shadow of pine forest on the mountain, according to the shadow of kingfisher; In autumn, the blue daisies blooming on the shore illuminate their own shadows in the running water of the stream; The stream shines with the shadow of dandelion on the shore.

It would be great if April came. The mountain is covered with flaming azaleas. At that time, the stream reflected the burning rosy clouds of azaleas.

I pass the stone bridge on the stream every day and go to the team site of Song Fang Brigade. I heard the stream under the bridge and sang happily. The sun shines in the stream. I often think that this is a shiny and colorful stream.

Winter in Songfangxi (1)

Winter is getting closer every day. The pine forest on the mountain is still green. The bamboo forest on the mountain is still green. The sky is blue. The weather has been fine since the winter festival. Sunlight is golden.

On the bank of Songfang Creek, there are clumps of dandelions, with white fluffy seeds, fluttering and dancing in the wind. Is dandelion saying goodbye to autumn?

Winter is getting closer every day. On the bank of Songfang Creek, there are clusters of daisies, and they are still in blue flowers.

The maple trees on the mountain, a few days ago, were full of red leaves like flowers, burning like flames and falling all at once.

Look, look, there are many brown fruits with thorns on the tall maple tree, between the bare branches of the maple tree, between the maple tree and the maple tree, look, look, there are several tall trees, between the bare branches, there are so many orange fruits and so many small red fruits similar to light, which are mature wild persimmons on the mountain.

It suddenly occurred to me that this is the fruit of maple and wild persimmon carrying branches to welcome the arrival of winter.

Winter in Songfang Creek (Ⅱ)

It's snowing.

Snow has landed in Songfang Village.

Snow has landed in Songfangxi.

Snow has fallen, like catkins and reeds. Seeds as fluffy as dandelions are flying in the wind and snowflakes are falling.

Snow has landed in Songfangxi. Snow, like a reed flower, falls on the daxishi and xiaoxishi in the stream. Creek stones are covered with snow;

It seems that a group of white calves are drinking water in the stream, and it seems that several white bears are preparing to walk from the stream to the snowy river bank.

There seems to be a lot of white mushrooms in the stream.

Snow falls on the stone bridge in Songfang Creek. Snow like catkins and seeds flying like dandelions fell on the stone bridge one after another. The bridge is covered with snow;

There seems to be a bridge carved with white jade in Songfang Village, built on the Songfang River.

Winter in Songfangxi (3)

It snowed again in winter, and in the morning, it stopped snowing. The roof of the village, the straw stacks and fences, and the wooden shed of the tractor station are all covered with snow.

The pine forest and bamboo forest on the mountain are covered with snow. Tall maple trees and wild persimmon trees, their trunks and branches are covered with snow.

The distant mountains are covered with snow. This stone bridge is covered with snow. The stone is covered with snow. I stopped when I walked across the stone bridge. I heard a stream flowing under the bridge. I saw the snow shadows of distant mountains shining in the stream, the snow shadows of stone bridges and streams, and I saw a shining snow world in the stream.

Just as I was about to walk away from the bridge, I saw a group of colorful brook fish [brook fish: a kind of small color fish, commonly known as Peach Blossom Fish, and its scientific name is Taguchi Fish] in the snowy world of the brook under the bridge. This kind of fish has a long body and likes to live in mountain streams and rapids. ), and then there is a group of colorful brook fish swimming around through bridge opening.

Suddenly, I saw the colorful stream fish marching in droves, suddenly dispersed and swam into the gap between the streams and stones, all of which were out of sight. Suddenly, all the colorful brook fish swam out and got together again. I saw another group of colorful brook fish swimming forward, passing through the bright white world shining in the middle of the brook.

Historical legends of bridges and osmanthus trees

When I arrived in Songfang Village, I heard that there was an ancient forest of osmanthus trees in Songfang Village. I also heard that there was a historical legend here: Huang Chao once led his rebels to pass by the stone bridge in front of the village and the osmanthus trees in the village.

How I want to see this laurel forest.

When I arrived at Songfang Village, it was the season of alternating autumn and winter. The weather is getting colder every day. On this day, it seems that it will snow. I walked past the stone bridge in front of the village and walked along the stone road on the cliff side of Songfanggang.

This is an ancient stone road. The villagers said that this was an earlier post road. I saw bamboo forests on both sides of the stone road.

I walked through the bamboo forest. After walking about three miles, I began to climb the stone steps and climb a hill. At this time, I felt a gust of wind, blowing a fragrance; I think it's almost laurel grove in front, right?

I climbed the hill. Sure enough, I saw a green forest before me, and I felt the fragrance in the wind. When I walked forward, I saw one osmanthus tree after another, arranged forward along both sides of the stone road; I feel that every tree is tall and strong. I saw some trees with beige osmanthus flowers and some trees with orange flowers.

The villagers said that osmanthus trees with beige flowers bloom almost all year round. Cinnamon trees with orange flowers only bloom in autumn;

The villagers said that when the first snow fell in the village, orange osmanthus was sprinkled on the snow. ...

I walked through the laurel grove for about a mile. I stopped. I saw an old osmanthus tree in the middle of this osmanthus forest: it is very tall, about three feet high, with orange osmanthus flowers in its branches; On its trunk, moss and ivy hang down; Is it the oldest osmanthus tree in this ancient forest?

Some people in the village said that Huang Chao tied his horse to this laurel tree;

Some people in the village said that Huang Chao was trying his sword on this laurel tree. ...

I saw this laurel forest, I saw the oldest laurel in this laurel forest;

What a beautiful laurel forest it is! What a beautiful old laurel tree!

I feel that in this beautiful forest, the air and the wind are fragrant. ...

When I returned to my village from this laurel grove, there were some small snowflakes in the air. This is the first light snow in the village this year.

I watched the little snowflake in the air and landed gently on the stone bridge in front of the village.

I feel how beautiful this stone bridge is.