[Rambling on the twenty-four solar terms] of - mangseed
If the twenty-four solar terms are an ancient rhyme that wraps around the land of China, then Mangchang is the fastest symphony in this rhyme.
In the Central Plains, the meaning of mango seeds is that the wheat with mango is harvested quickly, and the autumn crops are planted quickly. At the beginning of summer, the small south wind, known as the "wheat yellow wind", blows, and the abundant wheat waves outline the fullness and splendor of the field.
The sky is blue, the clouds are swirling, there is more heat between the sky and the earth, and the evening breeze is no longer cool. Abundant rain and suitable temperature make everything grow wildly, and the mountains are full of vegetation, mist, and layers of mountains give people a sense of smoke and rain.
The birdsong on the field, like a rural tune across the clear sky, carrying the fragrance of flowers crumpled by the wind, comes and goes leisurely...
In the south, green plum boiling sake is the fashion of the season. Although it is difficult to find green plums in the Central Plains of my hometown, there are peach apricots all over the mountains. They are hidden among the branches and leaves, and the yellow color of the translucent red shines alluringly, exuding the characteristic fruity aroma of the season.
On the mulberry trees by the pond, flocks of birds pecking at blackened mulberry fruits, chirping birds scattered under the trees, awakening the bright red wild strawberries in the grass. At the fruit stand, sweet melons, colorful red cherries and strawberries are seasonal delicacy of this season.
In Mangsang, the flower god has returned with the twilight spring. Staying at this season, there are two-colored honeysuckle, gardenias as white as jade, the moon season exudes a dark fragrance that seems to be absent, magnolia blooms with huge flowers, and jasmine branches are decorated with rounded buds... The yellow cauliflower on the edge of the field stands tall and swaying in the gentle warm breeze, which is so lively and lively.
At night, there are already fireflies flying around the fields in the suburbs. The sound of frogs came from the grass of the pond, like a drum beating, happily beating every corner of the countryside.
The shrike birds can gradually be seen in the forest, and the sound of flapping wings resounds in the mountains. And the anti-tongue bird, which has been active all spring, has slowly disappeared, and the gentle and melodious clear sound, together with spring, has remained in people's memories.
Harvesting and ploughing are perfectly combined in this solar term. The boundless wheat fields, busy large harvesters and figures scattered across the earth at hard work are the most beautiful scenery in Mangchong season.
This summer, a continuous rain in the Central Plains made the wheat harvest moldy and germinated, but the golden wheat fields that were shining at this time in previous years are now sad. The farmers of Daguan endured regret and helplessness, and sowed the seeds of hope as soon as possible, corn, soybeans, millet, sesame, mung beans, sweet potatoes... All the autumn seedlings are planted in fertile soil. At the same time, an expectation of an autumn harvest was also planted.
Wormwood green on the door lintel, watching the students walk to the examination room, in this busy solar term, full of ideals of the college entrance examination, the middle school entrance examination appeared in the sound of birdsong. The unremitting cultivation of the years has finally reverberated, and the music of the next harvest will be drafted...The wisdom of the solar term of "one point of cultivation, one point of harvest" has flourished in the shade of time. With youth and abundance, those dreams that have been hidden in their hearts for a long time will bloom at this moment.
In addition to busyness, it is better to walk among the mountains and fields, blow the wind with the fragrance of grass and trees, and encounter a few birds and grass insects. Or casually pace into the farmer's vegetable garden, look at the golden cucumber flowers and purple eggplant flowers after the rain, and watch the weak praying mantis crawling on the tender green pumpkin vines in a daze; Look at the bean horn climbing pole upwards, watch the half-ripe watermelon sleeping soundly under the melon stalks, see the rudimentary grape bunches just like a purring green agate...
Everything is so vibrant and uplifting. Everything is so full and rich, colorful and brilliant. At this moment, are you, like me, deeply intoxicated by the dreams of this season, unwilling to extricate yourself, not wanting to return...
