Early summer skylight

it is hot early this year, and I have been wearing short-sleeved skirts for a long time before June. On the phone with my mother yesterday, she said that it had been raining at home from morning till night, which reminded me of going home at the beginning of last summer and walking on the bank of the Huaihe River. at that time, the riverside park had not yet been built, and a large area of pine-colored weeds was already half a man's height. A broken sofa was thrown in the grass and the wind blew suddenly. Later, when I was walking to the beach, it began to rain slightly. To understand why the grass grows so fast.

Last summer, I went to Mount Emei with my friends. It was noon from Chengdu passenger Station to the foot of the mountain. I took a bus to the hillside, found a hotel to put my luggage in, and began to walk up the mountain. At that time, the sky was still bright, a little foggy, and the sky was cherry. An hour later, the sky turned white and green in the lush shrouds of the mountains, foggy, and we were both sweaty and bitterly hot. I asked the aunt who sold herbs by the roadside and said that she didn't even get to the Wannian Temple, so she wanted to go back to the hillside to live and climb tomorrow.

back to Qingyin Pinghu on the hillside, the sky slowly extinguished, the heat dissipated, and the fluorescent lights lit up. After sitting by the lake for a while, I thought of reading Hans Christian Andersen's daughter of the Sea when I was a child. It began to say that in the distance of the sea, the water was so blue, like the most beautiful corner chrysanthemum petals. At that time, I didn't know what kind of blue the cornflower was, and I had never seen it in China. Later, when I saw it in the History of plants, I found that the blue in the early summer in the mountains turned out to be a cornflower.

the hillside of Mount Emei, the skylight after four o'clock in the afternoon.

mosquitoes gradually increased, got a few bites on the calf, and began to crack mosquitoes, so he stood up and walked from the suspension bridge in the middle of the lake to the small restaurant opposite to eat. Or sitting on the long wooden table outside, ordering wild vegetables in the mountains, fried bacon with bamboo shoots, vinegar radish, and salad purslane. The yellow light bulb stood on the table, shining on our foreheads. I asked my friend if she knew a color called mountain blowing. She shook her head and it was the color of the sun. But when I was in the mountain and under the yellow light, I suddenly remembered.

everyone ate two big bowls of rice, ate all the food, went to the store's kitchen to see their wild animals, and found rows of huge glass jars in the corner of the wall, filled with crimson liquid, and the bottom looked like plants. When asked if it was Chinese wolfberry wine, the landlady said it was mulberry wine, so she asked for a glass and sipped it with great strength. When my friend finished drinking, he was very happy and asked for another drink, saying that he liked to drink, but because she was a girl, she never dared to say that she liked drinking in front of outsiders, so she could drink more with me.

when I went out, it was dark after eight o'clock in the evening. Lying on the fence to look at the lake, I found that the lake was darker than the sky, almost bluish brown, reflecting a little white light, not knowing whether it was moonlight or light. Several children were running on the suspension bridge in the middle of the lake, and we went to the bridge again. The more we went to the bridge, the closer we were to the mountains, and the color of the sky changed all the time, first cyanotic, and then slowly faded to cyanotic blue, which is the color of indigo cloth that has just been dyed out of the jar. By the time we crossed the bridge and walked completely to the other side of the mountain, the sky was blue, extremely bright, joyful, and cheerful, and the mountain was as charcoal.

Skylight at eight o'clock in the evening on the hillside of Mount Emei.

the skylight in the mountains always seems to be easy to find adjectives, giving people countless imaginations, such as picturesque, lively, and bright, but it can calm people down. On the Dragon Boat Festival of my first year of work, I went back to the mountains of Anhui. After driving into the Huangshan Scenic spot, the sky gradually became cleaner. Just after the Qingming Festival, the first batch of new tea had been picked. When resting at the gas station, mountain people are crouching with bamboo baskets on their backs at the intersection to sell tea. The leaves are as colored as willows, gently pinch them, and the thin catkins fall off. I did not ask the price, because usually drink less tea, asked not to buy, always feel bad.

the sky in the mountains in early summer is milky white because of fog. In the evening, everything in the mountain was quiet, went to bed early, woke up at about four o'clock in the morning, and lay in bed listening to birds. Two short sounds were magpies, four were cuckoos, and there was a very loud bird call as crisp as a bamboo flute. I don't know what it is. Pushing the door out, the cat jumped into the grass from its legs, the roof was as iron, the whole mountain was shrouded in thick fog, and the sky was covered with a mixture of milky white and ivory. Around six o'clock, the fog dispersed, the distant mountains still left a flowing fog belt, mountain color du Ruo, tea trees deep blue, azure as a vine, covered with a layer of rice soaked in water for the first time.

at six o'clock in the morning in Huizhou, the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

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my grandfather once said that the mountains of Huizhou are literati, but I think the skylight of Suzhou is more gentle. In early January, I suddenly wanted to go to Suzhou Museum to see the eight mountain people. It rained heavily when I came out of the railway station. At night, holding an umbrella, I wandered in the alley under the ferry monk bridge beside the Shantang River. There were very few pedestrians, and a man was walking slowly on the other side of the river. The house in Suzhou is white, tall and narrow, with boundless mildew and rustling, the long windows are wide open, the intersection of light and shadow is like mustard yellow, and there is no one inside. I stood by the river and looked at it, but the sky was white like pen wash knocked over on raw Xuan paper.

the Shantang River in Suzhou in winter, at nine o'clock in the evening, the sky is still alive.

there are small trees on the wall.

after walking a lot the next day, I always wanted to go to the Lotus Garden, but when I got to Pingjiang Road, the Lotus Garden was already closed, so I walked along with the nearby bungalow. The weather is very cold, and there is still sparse green in the earthen pots and jars on every doorstep, such as spring onions used for cooking. One thing in Suzhou is very strange to me. There is often more than one meter of small trees growing on the bungalows along the river. The leaves that have withered are still on the branches, but the ones that are not withered are moss. At this time, the sky is still white, overcast white, like hiding a rain. When I looked at Wu Guanzhong's map of water villages in the south of the Yangtze River, it was the same. I don't know what color the sky was in Suzhou in early summer. I don't think I have a chance to see it this year.

"Skylight" can be called blue-glowing, and it may be Sydney. But when I think about that time, The state of mind, it is not in the mood to look at the sky, but also because every day, as always, the same blue glow, do not feel anything strange. Once after school, walking home with a female classmate, she was silent for a while and suddenly said that it would be nice to see such a blue sky every day in the future. I answered casually, but I had no idea. Later, when I occasionally think of this situation, I feel that the sky is too blue like a perfect person because, without any shortcomings, it doesn't seem to be true.

what impresses Sydney most is not the sky, but the hot sun. The man looks like a bee in a glass bottle, shining under a magnifying glass. No one will stop on the streets of Sydney, no matter how little they wear. On large and small beaches, people expose their chocolate-colored bodies, their golden brown hair is wet and shining in the sun, and the sea and sky are pure lake blue. This scene reminds me of Cezanne's famous painting "Mount San Victor from Bellevue". A western oil painting that a large area of rich color, before I could not appreciate, in that environment lived for some time, only to find that this kind of painting has its real source of life. Western nature is rich in color and high in purity, and even types of plants seem to grow much larger than those in Asia. If you keep thinking about it, you may even wonder whether the emotional frankness and enthusiasm of Westerners are also affected by the natural environment. But that goes too far.

Sydney. The Burwood district where I used to live, around seven o'clock in the evening.

compared with the panoramic skylight of Sydney, the sky in Chongqing makes me the most unpredictable. I went to Chongqing a few years ago, and before the height of summer, I was so hot and wet that I came out of the airport and drove for an hour. I seemed to be completely walking in the thick fog, but the driver was not slow at all, climbing up and down. I'm used to driving in this invisible environment. The room I live in is by the Jialing River. Looking out of the window, the outside is so heavy that the visibility is estimated to be less than ten meters. When it was dark, the sky became clear. I walked slowly along with countless steps to the Jialing River. The river was so shallow that I could see the tall buildings on the other side. The river dam could not see the end at a glance. The workers crouched on the dam in twos and threes, playing cards around the dim orange light bulbs, several teenagers were fishing for fish by the river, and the sticks were carrying tourists' luggage and hurriedly walked on the cruise ship. Under the sky like Wumei, the scene made me feel sad when I thought about it.

there used to be a Chongqing girl among my colleagues who had a good relationship with me and liked to look at the sky. I remember she told me that when I first came to Beijing, I woke up every morning and felt that the sun was shining and sprinkled all over the room as if to set people on fire. Having lived in foggy marsh Chongqing for more than ten years, I feel at a loss in the sunshine of Beijing every morning. She photographed a lot of scenes outside the window at the same time in the early morning. Through the winter calendar and spring, I like her seriousness.

outside the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing, the sky before the rain.

it rained several times in Beijing in May. One Saturday last month, it rained all day, and went out for a walk. Beijing's rainy days are also the character of northerners, straightforward. The sky before the rain was yellowish-brown, and the pedestrians on the road looked up and ran like ants, crackling and dripping to the ground, and immediately faded from the hazy yellow to a gentle light grayish-blue. Once, at five or six o'clock in the evening, it suddenly rained heavily, and a double rainbow appeared after the rain. I just went out after dinner and looked around. People all over the street took out their mobile phones and suddenly felt so happy.

yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival. In the early summer evening, the sky in Beijing is violet. I don't know if anyone looks up at the sky. The sky in Beijing is sometimes very beautiful.