Brushing vibrato today, I suddenly saw someone uploading a scene of rural farming in China in the 60s and 70s. That distant and familiar picture actually made me look at it several times in a row, infinite emotion, infinite nostalgia... Suddenly there is a feeling of wanting to cry, and I can't tell why? It may be that time has flown by, and the years are not spared!
When I opened the calendar, I was even more surprised, it was the summer solstice, and in my hometown, it was the season of harvesting wheat and rushing to harvest and grab seeds. The picture of working in the countryside in those years is suddenly vividly remembered...
It has been 20 years since I came to beijing to live. I don't know when I became more and more insensitive to the seasons, to the point where I am almost numb today. Driving on the wide highways of Beijing, I have asked my lover or friend more than once: "What season is it, is my hometown busy with farming again?" "Is being too busy to know the changing of the seasons mean that you have to lose a lot of beautiful things?"
I like the poem "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by the late Tang Dynasty poet Gao Biao: "The green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the building platform is into the pond." The crystal curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses and a courtyard of incense. "It was so beautiful!
At the moment, you may be wearing slippers sewn by your mother with coarse cloth, sleeping on a cool mat woven by your father with reeds, watching your grandfather finish smoking a bag of old cigarettes in the afternoon, closing his eyes and taking a nap... And the children always like to stay in the vegetable garden, eating cucumbers, biting tomatoes, and holding a large green-skinned watermelon in their arms, the kind of happiness and satisfaction, unparalleled.
In the countryside, nature and all things can accurately know the change of seasons, and everyone feels like there is a seasonal ledger in their hearts, tacitly, and only when they return to their hometown, this perception is more accurate.
Today, many people, like me, have left the land where they were born and raised and live in the so-called city. The change of seasons is only reflected in the calendar or weather forecast, air conditioning instead of modern people's cold and warm and forget the solar terms, has long been unable to perceive and remember.
With the change of the times, we can show our individuality and let go of freedom; we can live in the countryside and stay in the city; we can go up to the mountains and step on the plains; we can go up to the moon for nine days, and we can catch turtles in the five oceans... But never forget to perceive the transformation of the four seasons, the change of time, otherwise, the cold and warm of life, the ups and downs of life, can you still feel the great wisdom from the cycle of nature?