Summer of the summer: the rice flower incense says Feng Nian

Woodcut Zhao Zongbiao

When the sun reaches 150 °, that is, around August 23 every year, the fourteenth solar terms of the twenty -four solar terms — the summer heat. "Moon Order Seventy -two Emperor Collection" said: "Where, stop, the summer heat is here." It can be seen that at this time, the summer heat is about to retreat, and the climate also shows a gentle and peaceful look.

The ancients divided the summer solar terms into three words: the first eagle was sacrificed birds, the two waiting heaven and the earth started, and the three -year -old He Naitang. As the seasons go step by step, the grains are mature day by day. On this vast black land, on the hoping fields, the magnificent rice waves began to surge, leaving people's thoughts and rollover.

Suddenly, when I was in school, I liked the most of the words: "Don't branches the branches in Mingyue, the breeze is shocked in the middle of the night. Social forest, the road turning to the stream bridge is suddenly seen. "Reading, the rice and flowers in Man Village spread all over ...

When he was a teenager, he lived in the countryside. In the memory, every time the farm is busy, the two sides of the horse rivers are the endless rice fields, lying in the fields shrouded in the setting sun, and feel that the wind of the four township and eight wilds comes. In this wind, the fragrance of dirt, the sweetness of the weeds, and the indifferent rice fragrance.

Today, half of my life has passed, many pasts have been blurred or even forgotten, but this scene is still hanging in my heart. The breeze and birds are singing, the sunset, and the ray of rice incense, presumably the nostalgia of many people.

On this vast land, regardless of the age of the south, regardless of age, the weight of the hometown seems to be much higher than everything. The thinking of my hometown, over time, has condensed into an inseparable complex. From ancient times to the present, we have called it -nostalgia. In this regard, Li Bai said, "Looking at the moon and looking down at his hometown." Du Fu said: "Lu from tonight white, the moon is the hometown of the hometown." "I want to say that nostalgia is like the climbing mountain tiger in the corner. A little sunshine and dew can take advantage of each corner space.

And when we work hard for ideals, when we want to release the pressure in our hearts, we even miss the mountains and fields of our hometown, a touch of sun smoke, a flower, and even a bowl of noodles.

Then turn on a journey to find nostalgia! In this year, the richest, most enchanting, and most splendid season, go to the mountains and the village. Perhaps, a meal, a hot rice, and a paved soil can heal the anxiety of nowhere to place, so that the soul of the running waves can be soothed and released.

You see, the galloping of the galloping horse is growing wantonly. They are dazzling day by day, and day by day. Looking at it, the magnificent and magnificent rice waves give people unlimited imagination and warmth.

Come on, drink a glass of wine called nostalgia. In this quiet rice fragrance, look forward to the good year of harvest!

Source: Cai Lian News

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