Midsummer solstice
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Spring thoughts piled up after the valley rains, and the green waves that spread over the mountains broke through the doors of May.
In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers are brand new, the summer insects are singing, the wheat is filled with flowers, the rapeseed is full and ripe, and the warblers and swallows of the earth are everywhere.
In the afternoon or late at night, the thunder rumbles and the frogs sound in pieces. The river in the grass will eventually reach the climax of life in the heavy rain.
On the 5th of May, the summer ushered in the summer. As the sun poured down, farmers and hoes sang and sang, pulling the natural enemies of the crops out of their territory. The earth flows with water, surging with the breath of youth.
Ancient People's Cloud: Dou refers to the southeast, Wei wei Lixia, "Mengxia day, heaven and earth began to intersect, all things and show", in the days when all things are about to grow up, we also yearn for the "Lixia" life feast.
Grasshoppers. earthworm. King melon. They use their respective bodies to send out the message of Lixia.
In the agricultural proverb lives a summer rain girl with a sparkling water spirit. "Lixia is not down, the plough rake is hanging high" "Lixia has no rain, the head of the mound has no rice", summer rain is rain, all things flourishing, which can leave the sunshine and rain!
Li Xia, this day early to get up to Dongshan to pick tea. Because of the early morning mountain breeze, the song of mountain birds is light and pleasant, and the coolness of the earth can remove a large part of the worldly impatience. At about nine or ten o'clock in the morning, the farmer returned home, brewed a pot of green tea with Huizhou's authentic fried green, drank it leisurely, smelled a wisp of fragrance, as if he had come to the mountain wild tea garden and the stone spring on the banks of the Shuishui River, and his body and mind did not feel light for a few minutes.
On this day, before dawn, the graceful clay pot resembles a passionate youth, placing happy days with fresh eggs and fragrant tea leaves, and the breath is naturally integrated. After the slow "roasting" test of the charcoal fire, he stopped being silent at a certain moment and began to open his mouth, and he used a boiling posture to tell long-suppressed love words.
On this day, open the calendar book, and the summer stands on the paper. When you walk into the kitchen and uncover the lid of the pot, the summer in the wood stove is steaming, like a boiled tea egg, like a big article in a small day, deep in the true taste of human grass and trees.
"You blew it like this /cool, soft/blown over again/I know it's not you anymore". Reading Mu Xin's verses, like the carriages and horses of May, gradually slowed down. A breeze blew through, and we all seemed to hear the sounds of summer and the eager echoes.
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Author: Wang Yuanding
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Editor: Cheng Hongmei Second Instance: Xu Haisheng Final Review: Wang Cunzhi