Today, everything began to recover.
Sting, also known as "enlightenment", is the third of the twenty-four solar terms. In the "Explanation of the Seventy-two Waiting For the Moon Order", it is said: "On the February Festival, all things are shocked, and the earthquake is thunder, so it is called sting." It was the stinging that flew away. "In the season of stinging, the spring breeze is budding, and nature has a new vitality.
The so-called "spring thunder and hundred insects" refers to the time of stinging, the spring thunder begins to sound, awakening the stinging insects that are lying underground for wintering. The hallmark of the stinging festival is the sudden movement of spring thunder and the vitality of all things.
Tao Yuanming wrote a poem about stinging: "When it rains in mid-spring, the thunder starts in the east corner." The stings are terrified, and the grass and trees are stretched. Flying new swallows, both into my room. The first nest is still there, and the phase will return to the old residence. Since they came apart, the courtyard has been deserted day by day, and my heart is solid, how is it that the king is determined? "The spring breeze is coming, and the spring rain is sneaking in. The insects have awakened, the grass and trees have shown vitality, the swallows of the old days have returned, and the nest is still there, I don't know if the old owner is still there.
In the poem, Tao Yuanming, who writes about the emotional exchange between people and swallows, is immersed in pastoral life and has a keen awareness of the solar terms in the natural world.
Last year, there was also a bird's nest in a corner of the window of the home, I don't know if it will come this spring?
Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia" "Light rain is new, a thunder sting begins." The Tian family was idle for a few days, and farming began from then on. Ding Zhuangju was in the wilderness, and the field garden was also taken care of. Returning to Jing Changyan, drinking the water of the west stream. Hunger is not self-suffering, anointing and joyful. There is no storage for the warehouse, and the servitude is still not over. Fang Kuo does not cultivate, and Lu eats out of Luli. "The poem describes a rural scene in the spring.
The stinging festival is a starting point for all things to turn from hibernation to awakening, marking that they will embark on a new journey of a busy year of life. After the stinging season, the creatures that hibernated in the heavens and the earth, or in the rivers and lakes, became unusually active, and each life began its own pursuit.
The earth is thick.
In the stinging festival, people will get up early to engage in agricultural activities such as preparing for ploughing and sowing seeds.
I seem to see pieces of ploughing, like wild horses splitting the mane to roll the soil, the soil and the spring breeze ripple with fragrance, mellow and simple taste. I also saw the tender green buds buried under the soil and couldn't wait to burrow out of the ground and respond to the greetings of the earth.
I often recall that when I was a child, when spring came, the trees and grass were green, and the people who had nested in the house for a winter began to work in the field, the wheat seedlings in the fields grew to an inch high, and the weeds grew a lot, the men carried hoes to the wheat fields to weed, and the women and children went to the fields to dig wild vegetables. There is a kind of toon tree in the hometown, and the leaves of the toon are tender and fragrant in spring, and adults and children rush to pick them.
Sting, completely drive away winter, open the door of spring, all life is full of energy... Known as "a thunder stings", nature seems to have been meditating for a long time, just waiting for this sound to come out of the concentration and begin to grow wantonly.
In the Shuowen, the "shock" of the sting means quiet and hidden. It is not only the bondage of heaven and earth, the keeping of life, but also the waiting before the blossom. Heaven and earth are silent, everything is breathless, destined to wait until a light thunder rings, the word "shock" is enough to be unforgettable.
Plum blossoms begin to fall, and wicker whisks water. A series of flowers such as peach blossoms appear in a gradual order.
The weeping willows in front of the pavilion cherished the spring wind, nothing was paid, the spring came as promised, the swallows came, Yang Huafei, who can stop the revival of everything in the world.
The "Records of Transmission and Practice" records that once Wang Yangming and his friend were traveling with a friend in Nanzhen, and the friend pointed to the flower tree in the rock and asked, "There is no heart outside the world, such a flower tree, which blooms and falls in the deep mountains, what is the relevance of my heart?" Sir, "When you did not look at this flower, this flower and Ru Xin ended up in silence." When you look at this flower, the color of this flower is understood for a while. Then you know that this flower is not outside your heart. ”
Spring blossoms, who can not care? The room is full of harmony, everything is at ease, the peace of mind is home, and how peaceful the heart is, how deep the blessing is.
Taking advantage of the south wind, he set off with Spring and went in the direction of his heart.