Early summer
It was a cloudy day with drizzle in early summer. After lunch break, I was sleepy and carried a basin of clothes to the balcony to do laundry. The balcony door creaked open, and a beautiful pastoral scene suddenly filled my eyes and ears. , so caught off guard. I saw the rice fields spread before my eyes like a neat green velvet blanket, without a trace of impurities. The green was so pure and clear, and a beautiful little blackbird with white markings on its wings was standing on the ridge of the field. Flying with wings fluttering, farmers wearing red and black shirts walked from the field ridge, small but conspicuous.
At this time, a trace of the setting sun shines through the clouds, illuminating the rice fields instantly. The warm golden color is like a spotlight during a movie, reflecting on the fields. Suddenly, the golden light immediately lost its color, the fields returned to the brightness as night was about to fall, and the slightest raindrops fell from the sky again. The dark clouds in the sky change into various shapes. There are long ones stretching out in the distance, clumps of them standing over the distant mountains, and large ones gathering in the sky. Clouds and clouds. There are azure colors, dazzling white colors, and bright golden colors, like a freehand with ink dropped randomly, using the sky as the background color and white as the pigment, inadvertently splashing it into a majestic and breathtaking painting. mirror of the sky.
Looking far into the distance, the mountains in the distance are clearly visible. The endless mountains and the half-mountains where stones have been mined are all clearly visible. I think if I go to the mountains at this time, I will definitely see clouds that can be touched with your hands. scenery.
Midsummer
In the summer afternoon, walking on the country path next to the rice fields, the temperature of the sun and the heat of summer cover the back and arms, dispersing the cold and blockage in the body. This is the time of year When the yang energy is at its strongest, I, a person with insufficient yang energy, must replenish the vital yang that the earth bestows on human beings at this time.
The sky is pure and flawless, and the white clouds are silhouetted and clear. From a distance, the clouds seem to bloom in the sky one after another. When you look closely, they are still there without moving at all. The lush cascading clouds in the east It really looks like the scene in Journey to the West where the gods come to earth in the clouds and mist, full of fairy spirit and mystery.
The sun is extremely bright, making the sky extremely blue, the clouds extremely white, and the rice fields with ears in their ears extremely green. The rice fields have turned from the tender green at the turn of spring to true green, and the strong ears of rice are mixed in. Inside, the green looks even more old-fashioned. Occasionally, one or two birds fly low over the rice fields and perch on a big tree across the road. Small white butterflies flutter above the wheat ears. The wind flew by and I didn't feel hot at all. I just felt that the cold I had not had for a week was getting rid of the summer sun.
When I was a child, there was no air conditioning in the summer, and fans were a luxury. I would lean against the waist door of my grandma’s old house to enjoy the cool air, or I would spread a bamboo mat on the cool mud floor in the hall and sleep on the ground. Sometimes He actually lay down on the small dining table and fell asleep peacefully. At that time, grandma often said: "As long as there is wind, it is not really hot."
About the author‖ Gao Qi, a native of Songxia, Shangyu, Shaoxing, Zhejiang, loves to write prose, and once worked in Published articles in Shaoxing Daily and other publications.
