Chapter 5 such as morning dew

At the age of 60, Cao Cao's famous line of "singing to wine, how much life is like? For example, the morning dew, the past is bitter" often hits my heart.In fact, Qin Jia, a poet earlier than Cao Cao, already had the feeling that "life is like dew in the morning, and there are many people in the world". Fate has become a kind of synaesthesia for people.The Buddhist "Diamond Sutra" states: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such." I used to think that dreams are more colorful than morning dew, bubbles are more romantic than morning dew, and lightning is more magnificent than morning dew. In the short life, it seems that only Chaolu is the most humble and ordinary.

I am a lazy person who writes at night and sleeps in the morning. Although I have written works such as "The Immortal Dew Plate", I have followed the ancients and lamented "for example, morning dew". specifically observed.In the past two years, a study has been set up in a village in the outer suburbs of Jingdong, surrounded by fields.That afternoon, I went outside the village to do watercolor sketching, and met the farmer Xiaotao. During the chat, I heard him talk about "receiving dew", which was very novel.The large piece of land he planted was a vegetable with a strange name from Hong Kong. During the growing season, the more dew in this kind of vegetable, the better the quality, so he often went to the field before dawn to wait for the dew.According to him, the amount of morning dew depends on whether the temperature difference between the ground and the low altitude is just right at dawn. The temperature on the ground is too low, and there is too little water vapor in the low air.He didn't just wait passively, sometimes he would burn some hot smoke to smoke the ground, or pour water into the ditches beside the vegetable fields. He said that when the morning light lit up like a hearth, he saw the round dewdrops condensing on the vegetable leaves, and his heart ached. The joy in his head is exactly the same as seeing his wife give birth to a fat baby smoothly.What Xiaotao said made my heart itch, so one day I asked him to wake me up at dawn and take me to the field to "receive the dew".

In recent years, the temperature in Beijing has continued to be high, and the rain has been scarce. Little Tao sighed while leading me to the fields. Although the ground has a strong momentum of heat dissipation, there is not enough water vapor in the low altitude, so it is difficult for dew to condense, just like a woman giving birth to a child. Same, worrying.He also said that not only the vegetables he grows need dew to moisten, but also the general crops. In this drought year, more dew can also alleviate the drought.When walking forward with him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, the weight of dew also became heavy on my heart.

When we came to the field, the sky in the east was already egg blue, and Xiaotao was swimming in the field. I followed his instructions and squatted in front of a vegetable tree he called "Er Fatty", watching the fat leaves with wide eyes. .In the hazy sky, at first glance, the leaves seemed wilted and boring, and I thought to myself, could such a vegetable really be a "money spinner" for high-end restaurants, as Xiaotao said?After a while, I felt a little warmth under my feet, and a slight coldness in the low air; after that, there seemed to be a celestial maiden scattered flowers in the eastern sky, and suddenly a ray of light flashed out, and Xiaotao called "attention", and I was busy I stared more intently at the vegetable leaf, and suddenly there were crystal dewdrops, and the leaf trembled without wind, as if I woke up and stretched my arms and yawned long. I couldn't help shouting: "Look!" I observed more carefully, and felt that those few dewdrops were indeed like newborn babies. The fresh life was innocent and naive. Not dripping, there is wisdom in the naughty... Soon, the sky was bright, and the rays of the morning sun poured into the field densely. In the blink of an eye, the dewdrops on the tip of the leaves fell silently, and some of the dewdrops on the leaves did not know what they were. How did it disappear, but there is one grain, I clearly captured the moment when it infiltrated and merged into the veins, indeed, it was very short, but it was also very brilliant - the leaves that made me feel wilted in the darkness, because of Brother Dew The short life of the sisters has become beautiful and fresh!

After "receiving the dew", I returned to the study, and I felt that there was a lot of fragrant dew bathing my soul.How do you view your own life?For example morning dew?Yes, even if we can live to be more than 100 years old, measured in the infinite cosmic coordinates, it is ridiculously short, but if in our short life, even just once, we can really be like dewdrops, Dedicating oneself to permeate the world, so that the valuable things in the world can flourish, then, does ephemerality constitute anxiety?I walked to the stereo and wanted to find a piece of music from the CD that best echoed my feelings... Guess which one I chose?