Monogatari:
Some things must have been lost, and they will be cherished more.
This year, have you ever heard the sounds of autumn?
I've heard it. Outside a high-speed rail station in a small southern town.
In between waiting for the bus that night, I sat casually by the flower beds in the square. The square in front of the station is very empty, the lawn is low, the moonlight is bright, but most of the passers-by are in a hurry. In that moment of silence, stunned, the lawn was surrounded by the familiar sound of clams, short, low moaning, thin and dense, full of exhaustion was soothed by the sound of autumn insects.
A station train passes, maybe someone has just bid farewell to their hometown, someone has stepped into the distance, someone has rushed to dream... Autumn seems to have always been an important stage of life.
The ancients said that the spring is sad and the autumn is sad, "the mood is shaking, and the sound of autumn cannot be heard." "Life has entered the autumn, and the human world is halfway through, but we need to have a pause, listen to the sound of autumn, and look back at the road ahead."
Whether it is such autumn insects chirping, or autumn geese chirping, autumn wind and autumn rain, they are like a sigh, but they evoke a lifetime of nostalgia, reminding us of the beauty of those who have passed.
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I remember the countryside when I was a child, and the arrival of autumn must have been accompanied by the sound of insects.
The yard of the old home is a large flat, spacious and windward. When the harvest is abundant in autumn, the hand-cranked well in the yard is always the busiest. After dinner, the whole family moved a small bench and sat at the edge of the well, sitting around a large wooden basin to wash melons and vegetables. The younger brother was the youngest and couldn't sit still, and he liked to go to the grass by the well to catch clams.
In fact, where is it easy to catch? Don't look at them screaming happily in the grass, clinging to the ground, far and near, high and low, and weaving together, but when your footsteps approach, it seems to be far away from you as if they are hiding again.
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Yasunari Kawabata said, "I think autumn is like the sound of insects, bursting out of the ground. ”
Thinking of the autumn insects that "cut through the dark window and chirp in the deep grass", I also feel that the original beauty of childhood life is also connected with the land and nature.
Today we are in the city, the lights are bustling and bustling, but we can't find a single cry.
If you are also on a business trip on the autumn night and walk outside the high-speed rail station, it is better to stop for a while, and you may also encounter the sound of clams that ring out the night sky.
A cry of insects, full of coolness, like a gentle sigh of autumn: childhood, what a distant loss.
Figure | Rain © in the Qingming Valley
In the last volume of Jin Yong's "Divine Eagle Hero", it is said that Li Mo was poisoned by the love flower and vaguely saw his crush Lu Zhanyuan. Finally she fell into the fire, her clothes on fire, but she stood up, motionless, and sang a poignant word in the fire, "Ask what is the love of the world, and teach people to live and die?" ”
The word of love makes many people suffer from love, but there is no remorse.
When Yuan Haoqing composed that "Yanqiu Words", he was actually only 16 years old, which was the age of hazy and longing for love. He heard the goose catcher say that if one of the two geese in the air died, the other would not live alone, and both of them would cry out like autumn leaves falling.
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Never, the geese of firm chastity, between the south and the north, have passed on many ardent feelings for the lovers who separate the two places.
Just like this que word, "Whoever sends the jinshu in the clouds, when the goose word returns, the moon is full of the West Building." When Li Qingzhao heard the sound of geese, his inner thoughts would be even stronger. The young couple, who had just separated, were going to hate the goose for having no book at this moment.
I remembered that Mu Xin wrote in the poem that the former cars, horses, and mail were very slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime. The ancients said that the great goose passed on the book, as if the distance is worth waiting; their distance is very far, but the emotion is more timeless.
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Now, the way to convey affection is simple, it is easy to meet a person, but it is also easy to lose a person.
Nowadays, we are difficult to see the wild geese in the south, and in the Huai River area, such a cool autumn season, just the geese fly south, if you hear the sound of "Ga-Ga-Ga-Ga-Ga
A few geese, after all, reflect the regretful sigh in the heart: everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry.
One autumn, when Du Fu was staying in Tianshui, Gansu, he heard that Li Bai had been pardoned on the way to exile Yelang, and at this time he probably went to Hunan.
The autumn wind outside the sai was very strong, whirring through the ears, blowing people only felt that the two places were vast, and many words did not know where to start, so he only wanted to ask Li Bai, "The cool wind rises at the end of the day, what does the gentleman mean?" "It's cold, I don't know how you're feeling now, it really makes me think about it."
Du Fu and Li Bai had only met twice in their lives, but when the autumn wind was gusting, as long as they thought of their distant friends, the hesitations of life in front of them could be calmly coped with.
Later, when Wang Anshi was walking in the courtyard, a gust of autumn wind struck, and the slightest bit of coldness unconsciously clamped his clothes. He also thought of his distant friend Chong Qing, "The empty court is long and long in autumn, and the cold dew is in the twilight of the clothes list." "The wind is cool and autumn is cold, I don't know if he has extra clothes, I don't know if he has taken good care of himself?"
Mu Xin said, "The autumn winds are blown from previous years. "This year's autumn wind is blowing again, and the more the chill is invading, the more we may remember the friends who once warmed each other and now run away from each other."
The acquaintance of the soul has nothing to do with distant relatives. Many times, the person who understands you best may not be the pillow person, but also the friend from afar.
The autumn wind gusted, turning into a long sigh of nostalgia: Autumn should be very good, if you are also here.
"The night rain is made into autumn, just right for the heart." If this autumn rain just hits the banana leaves, the sorrow is even more worrying.
The 45th time in "Dream of the Red Chamber", Dai Yu heard the banana leaves outside the window of Xiaoxiang Hall, the sound of rain pouring down, the cold was through the curtain, and the tears could not stop flowing, and it was difficult to sleep.
In his later years, Li Qingzhao also listened to the night rain of the plantains all night, from the clicking -- clicking ——, gradually becoming, dripping -- the autumn rain hitting the wide banana leaves non-stop, and the sound was in the ears. She couldn't help but think with hatred, who the hell had planted so many banana trees!
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In fact, where is the blame for basho? That sorrow is stirred up from the bottom of our hearts, just as Jiang Tan's wife Qiu Fu said to him, "It is Jun's mood that is too boring, planting plantains, and complaining about plantains." ”
"Rain, it should be a wet soul, who is shouting outside the window." This autumn rain shouted out Daiyu's sorrow, the loss of her father and mother, and the loneliness and bitterness; it also shouted out Li Qingzhao's pain, her husband died, her home was lost, and the country was broken.
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When it comes to the late autumn, you may wish to listen to such a continuous night rain, which may hit the banana leaves, bamboo leaves, or the road outside the window, and remind us that when people reach middle age, they may have to experience a lot of losses before they know how to let go.
How much autumn rain, but to take this sigh of heaviness: the past has become empty, still like a dream.
Life has entered the autumn, the year is more than halfway, let us have to slow down to look back: autumn sound, is a sigh, lamenting those who have had, lost or are losing the beauty.
At this time, it is inevitable that there will be regrets and sadness, but when we understand that everything we experience in life will be part of the loss, we can no longer suffer from gain and loss, and calmly accept the impermanence of life.
Some things must have been lost, and they will be cherished more. This autumn sigh also turned into the strength to carry the weight forward.
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