Author Wang Sanbao
The night in the mountains is a real night, all kinds of silence, silence, quiet and peaceful.
Outside the window, looking at the distance, it is printed with "Far up the stone path of the cold mountain, there are people in the depths of the white clouds." The poetry of the here and now, the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain in the distance, the leisurely lights coming out of the windows, the lonely lights, the stars are hidden in the dark green night, hazy, faint. At nightfall, there is always a silk-like spring rain.
Outside the window, the spring rain is misty, like smoke like fog, like silk like a line, tight and loose, as if it is full of poetry, full of painting, and moisturizes the mountain countryside. "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent. "Here, I listen to the sound of the rain and play a quiet guqin music; I taste the rain and recite a beautiful pastoral poem; I pillow the rain and paint a silent landscape painting.
About the author: Wang Sanbao served in 1973 in the first company of the Cannon Battalion of the 58th Division's artillery regiment, served as the reconnaissance squad leader of the company, acting command platoon leader, and now lives in Jiangyin City, Jiangsu Province. Edit Zhongyuan.