In winter in Leshan, cloudy days are the same color as gray, like being covered by a gray net without layers, which makes you feel anxious and uneasy. For people who work in cities, weekends are their paradise, and time can be wasted at will. They can sleep from morning to afternoon, and wake up naturally without wanting to sleep. It's gray outside the window, the room is sleepy, and everyone wants to take a nap. This sleepy day is only suitable for marrying lazy people, and I am too lazy to argue whether God is fair, just because its existence is reasonable.
It rains occasionally, and the rain in winter is sparse and short-lived. It rained last night, and it was raining outside the window. After a night of fighting, the fog was finally dispersed, revealing a white and deep sky. When I opened the window, the leaves on both sides of the street were licked smooth and shiny by the rain, and sparse water droplets slowly slipped from the leaves. When the water drops leave, the leaves keep swinging up and down, which reminds me of the mutual courtesy when the Japanese meet. Those small pits on the concrete floor have been filled with water and crawling like maggots. In the distance, the Minjiang River is misty, egrets are flying, and street lamps have gone out. Only the street lamps in bridge three still glowed with yellow light listlessly, like the eyes of a sleepy person, which made people's eyelids sink. . . . .
Soon, the rain stops, the rain licks gray, and the sky will be deeply opened. Sunlight passed through the forest at the top of the mountain, brushed away the mist by the river, climbed over the river bank and splashed on the leaves of every street. A second ago, some dark neighborhoods suddenly lit up. Leaves with tears were like small mirrors, reflecting sunlight to walls with tiles around them, and tiles reflected sunlight to every corner and street. . . .
The sunshine last winter was soft. It scatters every ray of light in every corner as much as possible, trying to penetrate every meadow and every forest, giving hope to everything and giving hints to spring. In an instant, streets, bridges, hillsides and villages have become clear and transparent. The fine water of Minjiang River is still a little cold. The bare riverbed in the middle of the river is crowded with egrets. In order to keep warm, they bury their heads in their wings and curl up together. Some hungry people came to the shallow water to try their luck, searching back and forth with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and their legs like chopsticks heads were red with cold by the river. Looking at them, my heart subconsciously tightened and I trembled all over. Looking at the clear and silvery Minjiang River, I seem to hear the footsteps of spring.
My heart, which had been suppressed for a long time in the house, began to clear up, and the baggage accumulated for a long time was finally left behind. Therefore, people everywhere, walking on winding mountain roads and around the Great Buddhist Temple, spit out all their unhappiness in the fields, take out what they should say and throw it into the wind, hollowing themselves out to be a simple person.
If in the leisure spring, there will be tourists by the river, and when they are hungry, they will try the food stalls by the river. Anglers put fishing rods on the shore, lying on the grass in twos and threes, eating Ji six niang's sweet-skinned ducks, drinking wine with crooked mouths, smoking cigarettes, paddling small fists, and glancing at floats from time to time, hoping that those who are willing to take the bait will proudly show off to others; The children are swimming in the water, and from time to time, the fishermen's insults drive them away. . . . . At that time, the air was already very humid, smelling of grass and trees. Even where the sun couldn't shine, there seemed to be infinite hope.
People who love snow like the purity of snow. I come from Leshan. It hardly snows here. People here are used to warm days and don't like snow, because her arrival will make the colors of nature monotonous and the cold days will become long. She did it when she came, and it was wet when she went, which would make people feel uncomfortable. In winter, I love frost alone. Frost days will be full of sunshine. Here, frost, the moon and the sun are almost causal. When there is frost, it is a full moon at night, and it will be clear and sunny in Wan Li during the day. Frost can bring warm sunshine to winter and ice flowers to windows. When the sun comes out, she will leave, though short-lived, without losing grace. On a sunny day, when you look in the city, suburbs or mountains, the old green patches are dotted with a little yellow. At first glance, you mistakenly think that Cycas is in bloom. Looking at the railing, rows of neat hundred-year-old trees, the veins stood out on the trunk, seemed to be bleeding, and the crowns were intertwined and embraced each other like a net. Looking at their rainbow-like momentum, you not only don't feel cold, but feel impulsive and full of energy. Sometimes I wish I could live behind the mountain and be friends with the vegetable garden and flowers and birds. Sleep for a few days when you are sleepy, drink tea under the wall when you wake up, or visit the farmhouse, or stroll alone on the country road. What a sexy and happy thing it will be!