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Spring begins with the soul

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Visually, spring in town is like a slide, and it's coming, and you've been buried in your head and looked up, oops, the trees are green.

Spring in the mountains, the steps are slow, the veins are clear, but there is no sign of looking at the distance, and its beginning is hidden in the details.

First of all, the sun moved north, the warmth of the sun gradually strengthened, and I don't know which day, the wind direction changed, it was the wind that melted and blew the cold willows. The sunny land was soft, covered with fine cracks, and before the first lunar month, suddenly a piece of land became fresh, moist, flat and delicate, and sometimes the figure of the master's labor could be seen. Those laborers were the first to perceive the germination of spring, but they did not make a fuss, just looked at their feet, worked silently, everything was natural, there was nothing to be surprised. Subsequently, more plots of land were renovated by different owners, and the eyes were soft and inexplicable emotions surged. The earth is still dry and depressed, but there is the breath of spring quietly testing.

I always thought that spring began in the dirt, but at the same time it began in the glacier. The great rivers and rivers in the north all have a spectacular scene of ice opening, which is a message of spring sent by the mighty waves than the static change of the soil. This spring, I saw a silent evolution in the mountain stream by the door, a low-key proclamation of the Spring Ice Prophet. In previous years, there was little rain, and in two years there was smoke from drought, so the bottom of the creek was dry in winter. Last year, it rained a lot, the creek kept flowing all winter, the upper reaches were sunny, the water was shallow and ice-free, the middle reaches were below, because of the high hills or the shade of the trees, fully frozen, two small pools of water, always the villagers washed and mopped the cloth, winter is not idle, was smashed open a large hole with a thick and stiff edge, ice is scattered around, moist and shiny. Freeze again, smash it open, they just like to wash things in the river. On the first warm day after the spring, I came to see the ice cubes again, the ice caves became larger, the edges were thin and melted in water, the scattered ice cubes had shrunk, the ice surface between the shadows of the two trees melted into an oval mirror, here and there, there were signs of meltwater, the east wind, the south wind, the sudden comings and goings, the ripples on the surface of the water trembled, the tree shadows twisted, such a dreamlike small scenery, how to see it without getting close? There are great declarations in the great rivers, and if the small streams talk to themselves, the weak water babbles, and a spring note is handed.

The next thing to look at is the willow, Wen Tingjun said: "Foreknowledge spring willow silk yellow." Liu Yuxi said: "A thousand golden strands of ten thousand silks." Bai Juyi said: "A tree with thousands of branches in the spring wind, tender in gold and soft in silk." How fortunate is Yang Liu, and how can it be burdensome, send the guest pavilion, sad place, hold this to send people away. A soft force, involving too much style and talent, thanks to the poets, spare me the power of expression. Ordinary people are unable to say that there is a scene in front of them, and they write beautifully, and they have written all the hurts of the past. I suspect that folding willow is the romantic exclusive of ancient poets, has not popularized folk, not as close as the wormwood of the Dragon Boat Festival, has been passed down to modern life, Likou Mountain Road Zhangcun River, weeping willow ancient Mao, if someone really goes to fold willow to send people, it is not absurd, Zhang Yimou is smart, fold this ancient meaning to the closing ceremony of the Winter Olympics, romantic and beautiful and cold.

Then there are plum peach plum apricots, apple stick pomegranates... Flowers have buds and leaves have leaf buds. The buds are a little pearlescent surprise, and the leaf buds are the fluffy cute people's stirring. Generally speaking, the flowers bloom, the leaves only reveal the sharp corners, absolutely just "help" the meaning is not disputed, the flowers fall, the small horns are in pieces, the daily encryption is fresh every day, and the embarrassment of the residual flowers is covered. Only the fig is special, really flowerless, gray bare branches, gratuitous gray-green hard beans, this is the first stubble of fruit, is its expression of spring. Finally, the rushing spring rushed to the sky, the flowers bloomed everywhere, the new leaves were shiny, the birds were flying, everything was jubilant, and the human voice was boiling.

This is around the Qingming Festival, which lasts until the end of May, the bus to Likou Mountain is always full on weekends, private cars are lined up on the way into the mountain, and the people in the city come to see the spring in their eyes. The spring of fully unfolded rolls is of course bustling and beautiful, intoxicating, and everyone is satisfied, and I masturbated that I can appreciate the backstage details of spring early.

This early spring of 2022, after I saw the ice cubes in the pond on the first warm day after the spring, I turned around in the sunny alley. A big sister from the northeast, sitting on the stone railing on the creek bank in front of her house, greeted me and suddenly said, "Which country is Russia fighting with?" What's that country called? I said, "Ukraine." "It happened two days ago on February 24, the first month of the lunar spring and March, when people around me were talking about war, men were comparable to military experts, and women who never cared about politics also seemed worried. I didn't expect this peasant woman, who usually didn't pay much attention to me, to become talkative. Finally she said, "I'm panicked. "Who says it's not? In recent years, I have either become vulnerable, or I have softened my heart, occasionally watching a movie on the Internet, but also bypassing war crimes and horrors, about this war, I can't bear to watch videos, occasionally look at the analysis articles sent by friends, and ask about the new news of the war situation every day. Isn't Russia and Ukraine far away, not also close? It is no longer the war of the past, and it can be irrelevant. No matter who is justified and who is unreasonable, war is cruel, it can end quickly, but its smoke will drift far and fall very slowly. When some people have lost their youth and some people have been displaced, I walked peacefully in the sun like this, and suddenly felt uneasy.

Returning to the city at night, I used to read a few pages of books before going to bed, and this spring I continued to read the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic", not for health maintenance, but for the sake of understanding the natural laws of heaven and earth and the attitude that people should have. It is said that in the spring and March, "the heavens and the earth are born, and all things are glorious... Born not to kill, to give and not to take, to reward and not to punish..." This is a concept that I did not hear or understand when I was young. Those of us who do not have a field and do not farm, have basically no connection with the soil and nature, and can only ask the wisdom of the ancients for advice. Last spring, I read "Huainanzi" at night, and the "Shi ZeXun" in it still had the impression: mengchun was in the first month, the east wind blew, the ice began to melt, the hibernating animals woke up and began to move, the fish swam upward against the ice, and the geese set off to fly north. At this time, do not cut down the trees that are growing, do not destroy the nests, do not hunt the animals that are pregnant and laying eggs, bury all the bones that are exposed; in the middle of spring and February, the rain begins, the peach and plum blossoms bloom, the yellow warblers chirp, the thunder begins to roar, and the day and night are divided equally. At this time, do not let the water of Kawazawa dry up, and the water in the pond should not be used up, but should be nurtured, and the loneliness should be preserved, so that the yang of mid-spring can reach the grass and trees; in the spring of March, the sycamore blossoms, the rainbow appears, the algae in the water begin to grow, the dove spreads its wings and flies high, and the daisheng bird falls on the mulberry branch. At this time, it is necessary to open warehouses to release grain, relieve the poor, put away nets and bows and arrows, stop hunting, poison the food of wild beasts and not take them out of the city gate, and prohibit the cutting of mulberry trees and garnet trees for silkworm breeding.

It turns out that the revelation of spring is, don't don't don't, prohibit, prohibit, prohibit. Nature is growing, and the human heart must be restrained. If you can act in season, you will surely be reconciled with the wind and rain, and the harvest will be successful, and the country and the people will be at peace, otherwise it will be bitter, it is a sin, a great drought and a flood, a frost and hail, an insect pest and plague, whichever comes, it is a disaster as great as a mountain. The caution of the ancients seems nonsense, but there must be an internal connection, whether it is production activities or daily life, the ancients emphasized that it should be in harmony with the natural qi of heaven and earth. In the past, it was thought that the ancients were afraid of everything because of their limited intellectual ability and lack of understanding of nature, but later they knew their ridiculousness, they knew too much and understood too well, and only then did they have great respect for nature. Modern people are ignorant and fearless, greedy and insufficient, and the consequences of accumulation are the proof of the wisdom of the ancients, so they gradually wake up, want to repair the old good, put away axes and shotguns, save energy and reduce emissions, and still have natural green water and green mountains, but what about the existing cliffs? War has suddenly emerged, the epidemic is still rising, and mankind needs to continue to reflect.

On March 8, the accountant of the village committee told me to pay the management fee, and I turned around again to the sound of magpies. What you saw was still a piece of yellow and gray, but the stream melted and flowed, there were grasses and wild vegetables hidden under the dry grass, the willows on the riverbank were soft and yellow, the villagers' orchards were placed with bundles of cut branches, the fine branches of the apricot tree peach trees were already covered with buds like rice grains, the color was similar to the branches, pinched, hard, twisted, there was color inside, a little powder, a little green, to break through the outer hard shell to reach the brilliant point, it would take more than ten days, but it was already a joy. The spinach planted in my yard in the early winter last year stopped growing when it grew three or four leaves, and the size of a fingernail cap even survived the winter, and now it is beginning to grow again. We removed the warm straw bale of the lotus bucket and let it bathe in the spring breeze and sunshine, and under the mud, nature is quietly preparing for this year's surprise. The weather is indeed warm, and since then you can often come to the courtyard to see flowers, drink tea, read, work, and experience.

Think about it, how magical is the code of life! Why do tall trees lose their leaves, while weak leaves keep green? Why is there spring, summer, long autumn harvest and winter hiding? Flowers and trees have a cycle of glory and death, can people be an exception? Looking forward and looking far, the "former" and "far" are actually beyond the scope of this life and this life. Even if there is no individual afterlife, there are still children and grandchildren. Therefore, in the spring, when we talk about health, we need to cultivate good roots. Spring is a season of human learning and reflection.

Spring actually begins with the soul. This spring, the epidemic around us and the war in the distance are testing people's souls.

Writing this, a magpie fell to my window and shouted, as if in primrose. I stopped typing and looked with bated breath at its timeless black-and-white fashion, afraid of disturbing it. It is pure, and I reciprocate with goodwill. But it suddenly flew away again and didn't need my attention. Since the shotgun was put away, their life in the air is still comfortable, the world on the ground is more complicated, there are too many people and things that affect the eyes of good people, the old and helpless old people, the abducted women and children, the stray cats and dogs, the virus, the war... What can we do? It seems that the world is getting bigger and bigger, human beings are getting smaller and smaller, and we can only do what we should do under our eyes. After experiencing "staying at home" and taking turns of nucleic acid testing, I was going to take my soul to see the spring, walk around the little life, look at a flower like the Buddha, the peach tree is beautiful and does not break its branches, to the green wheat field that has survived the harsh winter, perform a grateful gaze ceremony... Of course, with expectations, that is, "everywhere there is a happy thing, and it is always a peaceful person to look at." ”

One point number Canaan