In childhood memories, every spring and summer, the countryside will inevitably sound the cuckoo call, a sound of "cuckoo", full of vitality and fun, everything is thriving, cuckoo call, is the most harmonious and beautiful music between nature and the village. Hearing the cuckoo chirping, it reminds people of a distant hometown, a distant childhood.
The cuckoo is also called cuckoo, sub-gauge, spring warm it is also active, everywhere, the ancient poetry, there are also many descriptions of cuckoos.
The sound of cuckoo is oblique in the sun, and the stone bridge flows two or three times.
The spring color of the countryside is unattended, and a few trees and flowers of tang pears are bloomed.
--Ming Zhang Jin, "The Ancient Pond is the Matter"
Cuckoos chirp, the sun tilts westward, there is babbling water under the stone bridge, and there are two or three families living nearby. The spring in the countryside is bright and quiet, no one comes to appreciate, and when you see the few trees and pears opening up by yourself, you are about to give up. Time is not waiting for anyone.
When the cuckoo returns, spring is already very strong, the weather is warm, the flowers are colorful, and it is the most comfortable season of the year.
The pheasant wheat is green and green, and the surrounding mountains are low.
Flower bright willow dark front village road, cuckoo spring singing day is just west.
- Qing He Shixuan, "Dong'a Daozhong"
The poet walked on the field path, only to see the green wheat seedlings and the turquoise mountains, all of which were very close to people. Looking at the road ahead, the flowers are still bright, the willow trees are emerald green, and the scenery is very pleasant. And a cuckoo cry sprinkled, when you look up, it is already sunset, this evening of the countryside spring color, really people linger.
The spring scenery is picturesque, and the cuckoos shuttle through it, as if they are drunk.
The mountain is good, and the cauliflower is fertile.
Tender grass needles are pulled out one after another, busy urging the cuckoo to fly with sound.
Countless green shades.
- Wei Jin Gao Xie, "Sixty-four Qiqi Twenty-One of Wangjiangnan"
The days on the mountain are really comfortable, the cauliflower in the field is fat, picking spring vegetables, listening to the call of cuckoos, only to see the endless green shade, a scene full of life.
When the cuckoo chirps, it is also the beginning of spring ploughing, and the cuckoo's cry seems to urge people to cherish the time and not miss the agricultural affairs!
A few flowers flew in the sky, and the sunset herbs brought clear smoke.
The sound of cuckoo urges people to hurry, and the wild old lotus hoe returns to Twilight.
—— Qing Shi Guoyi, "Wangshan Villa Part I"
Only to see the flowers falling, the sky is faint, the sunset reflected, a green grass shrouded in clear smoke. Cuckoo's voice was so urgent that in the evening, the old farmer carried a hoe and finished his heavy work before returning from the field. Farming is related to the harvest of the year, and the quality of the day, but can not be sloppy!
In the spring, as long as the farmer hears the cuckoo singing, he will understand that the season has come, and he will begin to get busy, the cuckoos fly everywhere, and the people will be busy in the north and south.
The rain in front of the company and the back of the society are everywhere, and the north of the mountain is smelled everywhere in the south.
Father Tian did not know the words on the wall, and this voice was to persuade Nongwen.
--Song Zhao Shishao, "Cuckoo"
Before and after the Spring Festival, the rain is pouring down, and the cries of cuckoos can be heard everywhere. Although the people who cultivate the fields do not know the big characters on the walls, but the cuckoo calls, this is the ready-made almanac, it is time to plough the land, it is time to plough the field, the cuckoo will not deceive people!
Spring in the countryside is beautiful, but people are more concerned about farming, and what is planted is endless hope.
Gangnam is good, and the green fields have ploughing.
Ten thousand trees sift yin smell calves, and several cuckoos win the warblers.
Gossip bean blossom shed.
——Modern Yao Shuyan, "Wangjiang NanQi Eight"
Gangnam spring is good, beautiful and full of the breath of labor. On the green field, people are busy cultivating, endless trees, sieve under the fine sunlight, a cuckoo call, it sounds really more wonderful than the yellow warbler call! Occasionally, I have time to chat under the bean blossom shed. Talking about it, it is also a spring planting and autumn harvest, a plain day, but in a plain day, there is the simplest and warmest happiness.
The cuckoo, also known as the cuckoo, the sub-gauge bird, for the farmer, it is cheerful and busy, but in the pen of the literati inker, it is more with a strong sad color. The cuckoo is said to have been incarnated by Emperor Wang, the king of the ancient Shu state, and after his death, he still tied the people and cried out in misery day by day. In traditional culture, cuckoos have also become the most melancholy birds.
In March, the remnants of flowers bloom more, and the small eaves of the day swallows fly in.
Zi Zhi cried blood in the middle of the night, and did not believe that the east wind could not be called back.
--Song Wang Ling, "Sending Spring"
The March flowers are thankful and blooming, and under the low eaves, swallows are flying around day by day. In the middle of the night, the bird that was attached to the spring light cried bitterly, as if it were going to cry blood. It doesn't believe, it can't call back the east wind, it can't keep the spring! O cuckoo bird of bitter love! For the obsession with spring, it is touching.
The cuckoo's cry is miserable, no wonder the ancients described it as "crying blood", and even believed that it was its blood that stained the spring flower red, and it loved the world with its own life, without complaint or regret.
The green rod is slightly dewy, and Xie Leopard is sad and calls the wind alone.
Blood should have been smelled in the high places, and the mountain grenade had a few red branches overnight.
- Tang Yongtao, "Smelling the Cuckoo"
On the turquoise bamboo forest, the moon rises tomorrow, and the cuckoo birds cry out in the spring breeze. The poet sighed, it flew over the high place, and somehow dripped a few more blood, staining one branch after another of the mountain durian flowers!
In the silent night, hearing the cuckoo's call, the sleepless people were even more frightened.
Zi Zhi does not stop crying, and should be worn when it is known.
The situation is sleepless, and the sound is in the ears.
--Tang WangJian, "Night Smell Zi Rules"
At night, the bird cries endlessly, but I am afraid that when it is dawn, its mouth will be worn through! What's more, in this sleepless night, a loud cry of sub-rules adds to people's sorrow and makes it more difficult to sleep peacefully. The rules do not stop, people do not sleep, and the night is so long!
Cuckoos fly from spring, but they also send spring away, although spring is good, but it is too short, and although people are nostalgic, they have no choice.
The spring mountain cuckoo came for a few days, and the night cries the south home and the north home.
The wild man listened to this and sat in sorrow, afraid to step on the flowers of the East Garden.
--Tang Chen Tao, "Sub-Rules"
In the spring in the mountains, the cuckoo has only been here for a few days, and at night it flies from the south to the north, and it keeps crying. When the people of the countryside heard this, they sat alone, afraid of stepping on the falling flowers of the East Garden. Spring is finally leaving! It's sentimental and helpless.
The cuckoo's call seems to be "better to go home", so the wanderers in the field are more afraid of hearing the cuckoo call.
In the middle of the night, the cuckoo cries in the mountains, and the dream of leaving the people to return is lost.
The young seedlings in the deep countryside are old in March, and there are still barren fields that have not been ploughed.
- Yuan Liu Song, "Night Smell cuckoo"
In the middle of the night, hearing the cuckoo cry in the mountains, the poet woke up from the dream, but where was the way back? He remembered his distant hometown, and the young seedlings were almost old in March, right? But there are still wastelands without plows! He wanted to go back and pick up the fields, whatever he wanted, but he could only sigh in his hometown.
Spring comes and goes, the days of wandering do not know when to end, cuckoos, do not bark anymore, in vain to make people sad.
Near the cold rain grass, wheat seedlings wind willows reflect the embankment.
When there was no home, Cuckoo Hugh whispered in his ear.
- Don Anon.'s Miscellaneous Poems
The Cold Food Festival is coming, the smoke and rain are shrouded, the herbs are green, the wheat seedlings are swaying in the wind, and the willow trees cover the long causeway. Although you have a home, you can't go back, cuckoo birds, why do you have to cry in my ear and remind me every day? The thoughts are already unbearable!
When the cuckoo chirps, the azaleas also bloom, and the red color is very beautiful, perhaps, it is also stained with the blood of the cuckoo.
The Shu kingdom once heard of birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas.
One called one ileum and one broken, three springs and three months remember three bars.
- Tang Li Bai, "Xuancheng Sees Azaleas"
The poet once heard the chirping of zizhi birds in the Shu kingdom, and saw azaleas in Xuancheng. As soon as the cuckoo bird cries, it is heart-wrenching. In the bright spring of March, the poet deeply missed his hometown of Sanba, looked at the azaleas, and thought of the cuckoo birds in his hometown, as if he was also a cuckoo bird who could not return.
Whether it is called cuckoo, or zizhi, or cuckoo, this bird, which is very common in spring and summer, occupies a place in ancient culture. It is a symbol of fidelity and the embodiment of sorrow. But from personal experience, I think the cuckoo is very cheerful, very pleasing, every spring, summer, people in the countryside often hear the cuckoo call, it means that the agricultural busyness has begun, labor makes people happy, but also adds vitality to the countryside. This is the cuckoo I remember, cuckoo, cuckoo, it's so good! So much fun!
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.