After the autumn rains, the sky darkened early every morning. People who return late feel cool, and people who walk the streets and alleys feel that the lively atmosphere begins to thicken. In any case, the climate always begins to recede at six o'clock, and the night always flourishes after eight o'clock, as if everything came naturally.
In the autumn after six o'clock, the sky is very light, the sunset is thick, there are many old men in the village, and there are many people holding pu fans with bare arms. They often have to hook up a worn-out radio in their hands, and along the way, listening to the news for hours, there is a lively Zhuangzi. When it was ten o'clock on time, the bells on the radio were crisp, and the radio host had to accurately report the Beijing time. Although the sound was not particularly loud, it always attracted a few approaching townspeople, who listened to the sound of the clock, raised their wrists, adjusted the time, and were serious.
The news on the radio is timed, and at this moment, probably no one will go out or go home, because all the three or five groups of elderly people will come out with a long bench, and several people will sit together and listen to national events, solemn and solemn; listen to everything in society, which is interesting; when they encounter live broadcasts, they will listen to them with fascination, as if those stories are happening around them. Listening to the story of the harvest in the autumn, reading the sound of the harvest, the taste, is always very enjoyable.
The twilight after six o'clock is idle and pleasant, because sometimes the dinner point is also at this time. Of course, six o'clock is dinner, eight o'clock is considered a supper, the time in the township is packed up early, and if there is no rest at eight o'clock, it is even midnight. A few people sat around the house, took cold dishes and beer, and ate some of them simply, although they were not happy, it was also a late-night snack. By the time the clock strikes nine o'clock, the first day is almost over, and the new day begins in sleep.
At eight o'clock in the evening, it is a quiet time in the village, the cooking smoke is extinguished early, the candles are extinguished, and there is no night view in the busy field manor, and there are birds and insects singing. The most common is the cuckoo, its call is rhythmic and unique, except for the interlude of "cuckoo cuckoo" during the day, which is the long sound of "cuckoo-cuckoo" at night. Fortunately, there were no other birds disturbing at night, and listening to the cuckoos, it was naturally very close, and occasionally a cat came out of somewhere, and the sharp call was terrifying.
At eight o'clock, most people are asleep, and occasionally children can't sleep, looking at the silent sky outside the window, looking at the stars, at best, they can't last long, and they go to sleep in a daze. Children's dreams are illusory and ethereal, and when they see something in their eyes, they dream about it, and even if they hear something, they will follow it. Children run in their dreams, whistling, chasing butterflies, and behind them is a long and long bell.
There are also elderly people who may be awake, and they are most concerned about whether their children are living as they wish. I will also take into account my own half-life, consider the difficulty of life and the upheaval of life. Looking back at the little scene of this life, people will suddenly fall into the confusion of panic, making sleep absurd and making thoughts panic. It seems that people will suddenly wander the heavens and the earth, just waiting for an empty bell to sound, to open the empty life, and to make people stand firm.
The sound of the bell can also be called awakening.