Chapter 13 Chapter 13

There was a thick fog, and whiteness hung over the windows, the doors, and the doorways.The fog is soft and cool, pure white, dense and misty, like the morning light overflowing, the dew flying, and the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River lingering on the branches.The sky, hills and fields all disappeared in the mist, and the turtledove stood on the green and wet camphor tree branches. It fluttered its wings occasionally, croaked, and shook the camphor leaves to string crystal water droplets.It was a time when there was heavy fog in the south of the Yangtze River, the fog locked the Yangtze River, the sky and water were the same color, the mountains and rivers were unified, and the sun was like a lost orange.

On the eighth day of the New Year of the Goat, I went to dig shepherd’s purse and make spring rolls. It was my favorite delicacy, and I could take a closer look at the scenery, so I went out with a bag, a camera and a magnifying glass.A night of fine and dense spring rain washed away the festive mortal dust. There was a layer of frosty white on the wide and thick leaves of Magnolia magnolia at the gate, and a bright grain of bamboo stood on the tip of the bamboo leaves.The shadows of the fog are hazy, and the overlapping shadows of Dongfang Mountain are alternately thick and light. The rapeseed flowers on the field dissolve into the fog. It is a large group of lemon yellow that soaks the morning, and the breeze gently stretches or flattens it.Dense camphor trees, fir trees, pine trees and water bamboos appear one after another.

On the shoal of the lotus pond, there are a few bunches of withered lotus standing on one side of the bright water. The old lotus hangs upside down. Invasion stimulates cell hyperplasia, hypertrophy and tender stems, called Zizania).It's spring, the wire-like willow silk has sprouting consciousness, and a few new leaves bloom from the old roots, showing opportunities for prosperity.Artemisia argyi leaves have four lobes and are five-lobed. There are four to five cusps on the first lobe.A fat-leaved plant called sunflower grows close to the ground when I was a child, and it resembles a purslane.Moss is also blooming, moss is the fluff on the surface of the earth, it is a touch of light green, a little fresh.The moss leaves are half a millimeter to one millimeter long, like young wheat seedlings growing in clusters, and they appear velvet away from the magnifying glass.Moss also has some broad leaves, which are shaped like aloe vera, and the leaves can be up to 2 mm long.Flower stems grow between the broad leaves, the flower stems are 3 to 5 mm long, shaped like garlic moss, green.Flowering is like a coconut bowl, one half of a coconut is sawed off, and a seed is contained inside.The coconut bowl is half a millimeter in diameter, amber in color, the seeds are behind, and it looks at the sky.There is a small mist bead on the tip of the fresh moss leaf.

The fog smoothed over the Majiayan Reservoir, and the railway came out of the clouds.A train freshly drilled out of the mountain col, the car body was washed green, the windows were washed white, the wetness broke through the fog, the sound of the wheels hitting the rails was filtered through the fog, the sharp sound disappeared, the harmony was gentle and comfortable, and the train went through the fog .The fog on the mountain depression then undulates and fills the air, the waves turn over and over again, the clouds surge and the waves fly, climbing the mountainside clusters of jungles, and rolling the limestone bare rocks on the top of the mountain.Emotions surged up in my heart, and the sound of the train echoed leisurely for a long time.It is moist and soft, floating and circling in the open field, taking away something in the fog.Quietly drifting back to the col, cool still.The sound of the stream flowing and splashing blends with the crowing of the titmouse.

There was a burst of firecrackers in the foggy village.The fog completely muffled the violent and crisp sound of the firecrackers, returning to the porphyr old-fashioned timbre.The beekeeper stacked the rectangular beehives into a rectangular box array. The beehives were covered with waterproof plastic film. A white dog stood on the edge of the beehives closest to the road.The small hut of the beekeeper leaned against the big camphor tree, and the water droplets condensed from the camphor leaves dripped on the roof of the shed. A little yellow dog barked and got angry at a gray cat. The little yellow dog barked in the mist. It became monotonous and pale.This is a forest between the village and the field. It has camphor trees, muzi trees, fir trees, bamboo trees, paulownia trees, plane trees, locust trees, orange trees, pepper trees, wolfberry vines, maple trees, etc., which are condensed by mist and water. In the woods, rustling like a rainy night.The fog is hazy and the birds are hazy, the birds in the forest are shuttling in the fog, the sound of wings beating the moist air and the beating of branches, the sound of crowing and fighting, the group of birds is the messenger of spring, the cry of starlings is loud and clear, the call of thrush The calls of the chrysanthemums are melodious, the calls of the wax-billed are fierce, the calls of the pulsatilla are nagging, and the calls of small birds such as sparrows, tits, and small birds are scattered and fragmented. Only when all the birds in the forest are united can there be a bird symphony orchestra in the forest. Playing in the curtain of white mist or in the orchestra pit.

Music beats on the leaves.The winter leaves of the camphor tree are held by the red stems, the heart-shaped tallow leaves have white veins, the orange leaves are composed of one long and two short three egg leaves, the pepper leaves have a long petiole, and three pairs of strip-shaped leaves are opposite to each other. There is a long leaf at the tip of the stalk, so there are seven leaflets on one big leaf, and two thorns grow on the leaf surface and back of each leaflet, and there is a big thorn on the opposite stalk of the leaf, dark red.The leaves in the fog stretch out the brightened spring.And bamboo.Bamboo leaves are divided into five pairs of opposite leaves and four pairs of opposite leaves. There are also three pairs of leaves that are symbiotic. However, one of the leaves must not be unfolded. When fully unfolded, there are still four opposite leaves.In the tea world, the spread leaves are the flag, and the rolled leaves are the guns.The bamboo leaves in winter are corrugated and rusty.

Walking out of the forest, the fog lightened up, the sun turned red, the yolk of the poached egg was extremely tender, and the wind came from the southeast.On the soft fields, dried mugwort, lion hair grass and some unnamed artemisias stand all winter.Vegetables grew in the fields, and a large field of beetroot was in bloom.It's spring, they are old, purple stems and veins, blue leaf surfaces, clusters of thin stems that bloom to say goodbye to splendor.The pea flower is like a white butterfly, perched on the light green pea vine seedlings. The pea seedlings have claws, five or seven, and it always climbs.Broad bean leaves are obtuse-angled and prism-shaped, with four leaves in whorls. Its main stem is square and hollow inside, with deep purple flowers and light purple stalks.The broad bean flower has a flag petal, fan-shaped, white and purple veins or purple.Under the flag petal, there are two semicircular secondary petals, which form 90 degrees with the flag petal, and protect the keel-shaped stamen in the middle.There is a group of deep purple lumps on each of the two petals, which looks black to the naked eye, and it may be for the stamen to collect heat, or for pollinator bees and insects to gather heat.Broad bean flowers bloom to the south, which is the direction that the north wind blows through winter.Rapeseed flowers are lemon yellow, commonly known as golden yellow, and they want to cover the earth with a layer of golden yellow, which is a beautiful move.Rapeseed flower has four petals, the petals are heart-shaped, and there are six stamens, four long and two short, surrounded by a pistil in the middle.It seems that it especially likes to bloom, cruciferous, brassica, silique, spherical seed, can be mustard oil.

The sun is getting redder gradually, the fog rises from the wilderness to the hills, the white cranes perch on the green pines, the flowing water is gurgling, the Huangjing Mountain is majestic and undulating, the stones are green, the mountains are vast, the four lakes are in the mist, the sails are like butterflies, and the nets are competing. Fisherman's song rises from the lakeside, the sound of swan geese goes north, and the smoke from cooking is like haze, filled with the fragrance of hay.The earth rises up, and thousands of scenes are fully developed under a round of red sun.I started digging shepherd's purse. On the soft Jiangnan soil, shepherd's purse grew among the withered grass at the edge of the field. The wild garlic turned green, and the roots of the withered moxa also burst into green. The turtledove cooed in the laver moss nearby. There is sometimes a leaf of shepherd's purse that is slightly purple in the tender green. When I dig it up, there is a ray of bitter fragrance. It is the taste of my childhood.The wind gently blows the wheat seedlings, and there is a little dog barking at the entrance of the village. The fresh mud brought up by the root of the shepherd's purse sticks to my hands, caressed by the warm sun, and the tiny mood penetrates into the Jiangnan water town like the root of the shepherd's purse.