Some thoughts of Lao She

Autumn in Jinan is poetic. If you have a medieval city and a sleeping tower in your fantasy,

There are narrow ancient stone roads and wide stone walls. There is a clear stream flowing around the city, reflecting the mountain shadow and squatting on the shore.

A little girl in a robe and green trousers. If such a realm is in your fantasy, it is a Jinan. If you can't imagine—

Many people don't fantasize. Please come and see Jinan.

Please come in autumn. That city, that river, that ancient road and that mountain shadow are all prepared for you all year round. however

Coupled with the autumn colors of Jinan, Jinan has changed from a simple painting to a quiet and beautiful poem. This poetic Qiu Guang and autumn scenery is economical.

Unique to the south. God gave the art of summer to Switzerland, the art of spring to the West Lake and the art of autumn and winter to the economy.

South. Autumn and winter are inseparable. It is winter when you fall asleep in autumn. God doesn't want to wake it up suddenly, so

As a favor, I gave Jinan the whole autumn and winter.

The realm of poetry must have mountains and waters. Well, please see Jinan. Different colors, different directions and different heights.

Different mountains are more and more different in autumn. In terms of color, the pine trees on the hillside are blue and black, plus

Under the oblique illumination in autumn, cyan black is darker than gray and lighter than black, covering the yellow grass next to it.

Yellow shadows in the gray layer. The foot of the mountain is inlaid with stripes of various colors, one layer at a time, some yellow, some gray and some green.

Some seem to be light pink and purple. The color of the top of the mountain also changes with the movement of the sun. The color of the top of the mountain is different.

It doesn't matter. The different colors on the mountainside really make people want to write some poems. The colors on the mountainside are always changing.

Especially in autumn, the sun can suddenly cool down for a while and suddenly warm up for a while, which is not exciting.

Strong, but the color of the mountain felt this change and changed immediately. Suddenly yellow is more real, suddenly

However, it is a little dark, and suddenly it flows there like an invisible mist, and suddenly it replaces "nature" like a breeze.

Mix the colors and gently coat them with a layer. All colors are light and beautiful. There are mountains like this, and they deserve it.

The blue sky, bright and warm sunshine; Blue seems to be changing from blue to green, but it is not completely green; Sunny and warm as spring, the weather will become dry,

But a little cold, gentle as poetry; It's autumn in Jinan. Besides, because of the different colors, that mountain

The level is also obvious. The higher the high, the lower the low, and the angular curve of the mountain is more realistic under clear skies.

More obvious, thinner and harder. Look at that tower on the top of the mountain!

Furthermore, water. In terms of quantity, quality and form, where is the water better than Jinan? There are springs here, and springs everywhere.

-there are rivers and lakes, and they are divided by shape. Whether it is spring water, river or lake, it is so clear and sweet.

Gee, Jinan is the sweetheart of "nature", right? Summer lotus by Daming Lake and green willow by Hecheng River,

Nature is beautiful. But the water depends on the autumn water. There are autumn mountains and autumn waters in Jinan, and this autumn is considered.

Qiu, because Qiu Shen lives in Jinan. Let's talk about the green algae in the water. That green,

I'm afraid there is nothing like the green in God's heart. This bright green color is revealed by the clarity of water.

Come out, as if a beautiful woman appreciates her beauty through the mirror. Yes, these green algae enjoy the sweetness of water by themselves.

This is not for anyone. They know their little green worries. They kiss Shui Pi all year round and do green.

Sweet dreams. Naughty duck, touch it with golden sole once or twice. Love a woman's hand and kiss her green leaves.

Twice. It's just that this is their sweet trouble. I envy the poet!

In autumn, water and blue sky are cool. There are some white clouds in the sky and some waves on the water. Tianshui

Suddenly, it was clear and warm air, with a little osmanthus fragrance. Mountain shadows are also more real, autumn mountains and autumn waters.

An imaginary kiss. When the mountain is still, the water is quiet. The ancient medieval city with this autumn sound is Jinan.

Listen to the next breakdown and know how Jinan is in winter.

Last time I talked about autumn in Jinan, this time I should talk about winter.

For a person who is used to living in Beiping, it would be a miracle if there were no strong winds in winter. Winter in Jinan

There is no wind. It's strange to see the sun in winter for someone like me who has just returned from London.

Jinan is sunny in winter. Naturally, in tropical places, the sun is always so poisonous, but there are also noisy weather.

Pretty scary. However, in winter in the north of China, Jinan is really a treasure house with warm and sunny weather.

If there is only sunshine, it is not surprising. Please close your eyes and think about it: an ancient city with mountains and water is complete.

Sleep warmly and comfortably under the blue sky; Is it an ideal state to wait for the spring breeze to wake them up?

Jinan is surrounded by mountains, but there is a gap in the north. This circle of hills is particularly lovely in winter.

It seems that Jinan is placed in a small cradle, and they all say quietly: Don't worry; here

Keep warm. Really, people in Jinan laugh in winter. When they look at those hills, they will feel something in their hearts.

Have a landing, have a rely on. When they see mountains from the air, they will unconsciously think that tomorrow may be spring.

Okay？ With such warmth, the grass may turn green tonight, right? It is this fantasy that cannot be realized at once.

They are not in a hurry, because there is such a charity winter, Khan has nothing to ask for. The best part is the next point.

Xiaoxue You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there are white flowers on the top of the tree, like some Japanese nurses.

Woman. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. In some places on the hillside, the snow is thicker and in some places, the grass is still green.

Exposed to the outside, in this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral skirt with water patterns; Watch and watch,

This floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. When the sun goes down,

The yellowish sunlight slanted on the mountainside, and it seemed that Bo Xue suddenly blushed and showed a little pink. It's just a small one.

Snow, Jinan can't stand the heavy snow. Those hills are too delicate.

Ancient Jinan, the city is so narrow and spacious. There are some small villages on the hillside.

There is some snow on the roof. Yes, this is a small ink painting, or it was painted by a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty.

What about water? Instead of freezing, it is steaming on the green algae. Seaweed is really green, and this green color is stored all year round.

All colors are out of date. The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear to freeze. and

Weeping willows with long branches need to be photographed in water. Look, slowly rising from the clear river, in the air,

Mid-air, the sky, from top to bottom are so clear and blue, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal.

In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet: it is winter.

Jinan.

Although there is no Ye Er in the tree, the birds are not lazy. Look at the lark with wings in the sun. Shandong people are

As an admirer of larks, Jinan is the hometown of larks. Every household can hear their songs; Nature, little yellow bird

There are not a few, and it is difficult to sing in lark. There are mountain magpies, crowing and tearing in groups in the trees.

The blue tail flew. Although there are no leaves on the tree, these feathers are decorated, a bit like western beauties. Sit on the river bank

In fact, watching them fly in the air, listening to the stream flowing alive and kicking, and going to sleep, this is hypnosis; If you don't believe me, just

Give it a try; Go to sleep, you will never freeze.

I wonder what will happen.

In Dach, the summer vacation is not over yet. There is no one on campus except when the sun is about to set. Najib

A white stone bench with a maple tree and an umbrella on it became my temporary study. With a book in his hand, not necessarily.

Reading; Looking at the shadows on the ground is more interesting than reading. I watched: finely divided green shadows; Use some small yellow circles, maybe not all.

It is round. In sparse places in Ye Er, light sometimes reveals a small piece of heptagon. An ant like a little black donkey, Dan

I like to go back and forth in these cracks. On the white stone bench over there, there is also a small green shadow, which is still falling.

Holding a little blue butterfly, sipping her wings as if she were going to sleep. A gust of wind drunk the green shadow and blew it away; small blue

The butterfly woke up and flew lazily, as if dreaming; I didn't fly far, but I fell behind and hugged the core of Huang Shuju. look

After a long time, Fluttershy flew again, and a bumblebee came.

It's too quiet. Looking south, Qianfo Mountain lazily leans against some white clouds, making no sound. Looking north, there is a wall at the bottom of the fence.

When one or two Xiao Lv, slightly rang. Seeing things, you can only see Parthenocissus tricuspidata on the building wall. Ye Er is fidgety,

Erect like two green waves. Looking down, there are green grass everywhere. Looking up, I saw several red minarets. Not moving at all.

Green, red, up and down, like a painting, the color is fixed, but the more you look, the better you look. Office only

The hands of the big clock moved quietly, as if only time knew, and so quietly passed through the Woods.

Occasionally I saw a little girl dressed in fancy clothes, and suddenly all this quiet scenery was stimulated.

Children are redder and Ye Er is greener; It seems that her flowered skirt is going to dance with this group of colors. Little girl

I can't see it. It's quiet again. A bean green bug landed gently on the locust tree, hanging in the air, and the rest were all.

Do not move.

There is only a little water in the garden! Even the little sparrow seems to care about these, and often looks around with small eyes;

If only there were a stream in the garden. There are some colorful fish and some lotus flowers in the stream!

Even if there is a fountain, the sound of running water and the light sound of maple leaves, what should I do if I sleep on the stone platform for a quarter of an hour?

A colorful and fragrant dream! There are enough flowers and trees, and only a little water is needed.

The short loose wall feels a little stiff, but fortunately there is some rosin; If it is surrounded by some secret Luo Song, there is some blood on it.

Red flowers may reduce some rigidity. A few rows of Robinia pseudoacacia outside the garden are decent, as if some white flowers were missing.

Stone bench. But then I thought, there is no stone bench, and the campus panorama is wonderful because there are only flowers and trees, not many people.

The decorations made by the workers, the brick flower pond and the green bamboo fence are all gone; In this way, when there is no one, it really seems that there is nothing.

Some people can't even see the trace of artificial management; In other words, not tacky.

Ah, it's almost summer again! Again remind of last year's situation; Maybe I'm looking forward to the summer vacation coming soon. Quick release of summer heat

Fake! Give this whole campus back to me and Egg Head! How selfish! Who said no! But I can read.

With the shadow of the tree, I will write you a poem that is not very good, but it is passable.

The melon field in the south of the school reminds me of the sweet water in the population; But too lazy to move; Waiting on the stone bench,

The sun is setting. Go and buy some melons. Naturally, this is still last year; Will melons be planted in that land this year? Pipes/pipes

Does he grow melons or beans? Anyway, the white stone bench is still there, and the Parthenocissus is green again. Just wait for the roses to bloom! A kind of jade

Roses bloom, palm seeds are eaten, rain, sunny days, under maple trees, on white stone benches, little blue butterflies, green locusts, ha, dreams!

Relive that dream again.

There are poems as evidence, yes, the impression is that there are poems as evidence; Otherwise, the impression given must be a little rustic. I

Want to write "Spring Night", what a beautiful title! Thinking of this topic, I naturally want to write poetry. However, it is not a

Poet, what should we do? This seems to be "blind"-using a word without poetry. New poetry, right? It is too difficult; In the brain

Although there are several piles of "ah, oh, alas, hello" and that handsome "; And the tearful "!" But, no.

How can you put these treasures on something else? This road is blocked! Old poems? Too rigid, and at least ten.

I haven't touched those seven or eight things for years; Can't help but make a fool of myself.

Finally, it is difficult to form a seven-law, a seven-law with less than 60 points; I am very happy in my heart, something is better than nothing,

Whether it is good or bad, it is in line with my basic idea. Ok, seven more songs, eight songs; Even if there is no "pass",

Isn't "quantity" amazing? China has a vast territory and rich natural resources. One person can write eight spring nights.

Alas! Wet knee disease has broken out again, with stiff and swollen knees and depressed mood. I am at a loss all day, I don't think about eating and drinking, and I have no time to write poems.

There's nothing you can do except yell and pull it down! I only got three songs together, and I can't get any more.

I want to write another essay, and it's time to hand in the manuscript; Besides, poor spirit affects poetry and prose.

One also; Let's go, send in three beautiful songs, love or not; That was my idea! Anyway, anyway,

I have poems to prove it:

( 1)

How many spring days are easy to go? Silent flowers and birds are like autumn at night.

Dongfeng is like a dream, slightly drunk, and abortion is only sad!

Willow-like poetry is full of emotion and bright as fire.

Who is the flute after midnight? The mountain leans on the star, while the man leans on the building.

(2)

In a land of idle love poems, the breeze is light and cool.

On the mountainside, there are few black pine trees, and there are many jade, plum and yellow flowers on the hedge.

After calming down, I gradually realized that spring scenery is like the sea, flowers are deep and leafy, and every shadow is fragrant.

When can I buy 1000 hectares of land and plant Chinese parasol and begonia?

(3)

And don't sleep, be crazy. The moonlight on a spring night is unusual!

Peach trees open butterflies, purple swallow dreams of begonia.

Flowers are more pitiful than poems, and the night is shorter. Liu Ruren is sentimental.

Being down and out for many years, I am used to the cold and warm of Dongfeng Road.

Just look at these three songs! Fifty years later, there will be many people to annotate-a good poem needs no annotation.

My commentator must say that I am a capitalist or poor and tend to be a capitalist, because in the second song, there is

When can I buy a thousand hectares of land? Ok, I'll take some notes myself first: I mean buying mountains, not buying them.

A thousand hectares of fertile land, all planted with flowers and trees, made farmers starve to death, not. For example, the bald mountains on both sides of Qianfo Mountain should be planted completely.

How beautiful it would be to go to Haitang. This is my dream. It's not that I'm unclear, it's the awkwardness of rhyme itself;

A sentence must be seven words. How can you suddenly say eight words and nine words?

Come on, never suffer this crime again; "Some impressions" will not be continued. Have a good rest and raise your legs during the summer vacation.

Well, if you can take part in the 500-mile walk of the future Far East Games and win the first place, you will be regarded as a hero. Say no.

A poem with more than seven words is nothing!