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Resist the haze of life with nature

  I live in a small county and live a slow life. Over time, if I didn’t go out for a walk or climb a mountain for a week, I felt uncomfortable all over and felt the pressure of life. I thought, why is there such a depressed mood? I don’t pursue much, and I don’t have high requirements. I don’t have any higher goals than to publish more works next year than this year, or to publish a satisfactory book. It turns out that everyone has some kind of unsatisfactory, unhappy, unsatisfied, depressed, confused, which accumulates day by day and becomes stress and haze that covers our lives. These are things that need to be released, shaken off, and put down. Then, to climb mountains and experience nature is the best way. At that time, there will be no worries and melancholy, and you will be content and happy! The scenery of nature is a panacea to resist and heal the haze of life, and it is the best way for the soul to save itself. Why are people who are rich in material life unhappy and even mentally depressed? I think that’s because they can’t let go of those material pursuits and various worries, and more importantly, they are far away from nature. Nature purifies our souls invisibly and is the best and most wonderful doctor to heal the wounds of the soul. Man cannot be isolated from nature, otherwise he is like a bird in a cage. The sages said that the unity of man and nature is the most wonderful state, and it is a subtle interpretation of the truth that “man cannot be separated from nature”.
  At this moment, after five o’clock in the afternoon, although it is winter, the weather is clear, the sky is blue as a wash, the sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is blowing, if it weren’t for the few wax plum trees in the yard blooming and emitting a delicate fragrance, it would make people think Spring is here. However, there are still twenty days before the beginning of spring. People came and went up and down the aisles, or sat on the lawn, basking in the sun and enjoying themselves. Under the wax plum trees, golden dead leaves were scattered all over the place, like gold coins. On the lawn next to it, the Arabian mother-in-law blooms blue flowers, if you don’t squat down and look carefully, you will not find it. The blue flowers remind people of the twinkling stars in the night sky. Each flower has four delicate petals, opposite each other and containing stamens. Rose quietly spit out hazel or green leaf buds. If you pay more attention, you will find that the bare branches of cherry blossoms are about to sprout new shoots, which will soon be full of flowers. The magpie robins are whistling hiding in the cedar and cypress trees. If you hadn’t observed them, you wouldn’t have guessed that it was the sound from the sound! This kind of sound seems to only be like this when the sky is clear. In a few days, when spring comes, the voice of the magpie robin will change, crisp and gentle, as if the spring has awakened its beautiful voice. The willow tree turned green, the bare branches were reborn, new leaf buds grew, and the breeze was blowing, graceful and graceful. The willow warbler will appear on the willow tree one day, suddenly take off, then fall, and then lightly pecks, and suddenly probes its brain, and is not at all restless. This kind of restlessness is precisely the sign of spring, when all things spring, and the earth is gradually full of vitality. If you go out of the county and go up the mountain, you will see a different kind of wonderful scenery.
  For example: in the third month of the solar calendar, I got on the bus in the early morning, got off the bus on the way, and soon I crossed a suspension bridge, climbed the slope, walked into the forest, listened to the birdsong, stream, and the wind, watched the grass spit out new green, and breathed the fresh air. You will find a maroon and pale green mist floating on the poplars, the axillary rhododendrons in the woods with pink flowers, the barberry with golden flowers, the thorn roses with new green thorns, the ferns Green, grass chickens, black thrushes, shrikes, tits, willow warblers, etc. are competing to sing; Heading towards the distant mountains, watching the sky above Dongshan change from orange to bright yellow, watching the high mountain top in the northwest gradually change from hazy to egg-yellow, watching the sky gradually brighten, you will find that the dawn in the countryside is a grass bunting. , black thrush, shrike, and white wagtail awakened; or at dawn, before the sun reaches the earth, along the village’s guttural mountain road, listening to the birds on the trees wake up one after another, watching the outlines of the hills and woods gradually Clearly, you will find that a tree of pear blossoms is splendid, Yunnan pine holds maroon flower spikes, ferns have bright green stems and leaves, and purple scale-leaf gentian flowers are dazzling like small stars. However, when it is warm and cold, in the mountains with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, sometimes heavy snow still blows, accompanied by lightning and thunder, nature has laid down the long-lost deterrence, shocking people’s hearts.
  In April, a few light rains fell, bringing moist air, and fresh grass smeared the hills. The tartary buckwheat on the ground grew slender, weak leaves, and the green hood of the potato swayed in the breeze. The crickets began to murmur, and they can be heard in the countryside, day and night, especially in the dead of night. You will find the early shepherd herding a flock of sheep, the shepherd silent as a rock, and the sheep gnawing on the dew-wet grass. Swift returns, flying low. The cuckoos began to sing in the woods not far away, appearing restrained and shy, as if they were testing. After a few days, they would sing desperately and become more aggressive, as if to make the happy ones more happy and the sad ones more sad. It is the greeting of the new year, it is some mysterious call that is inextricably linked with us, ever since. Soon, the calls of the eagle cuckoo, the four-tone cuckoo, and the noisy cuckoo came from the mountains and forests, and there were more unknown birds, as if they had flown in overnight. The dove tree begins to pull out leaf buds. At first, the leaves and buds are indistinguishable. Gradually, the flowers appear. A few days later, the snow-white flowers bloomed one by one, flying in the wind like white doves flying in the air, how comforting! The branches of the Metasequoia tree climbed onto the bright green leaf buds, which were very like worms wriggling, and gradually turned into feather-like leaves, which were particularly bright green under the sunlight. On the mountain ridge, overnight, the creeping Pyracantha tree bloomed clusters of snow-white, slender flowers, and the blooming of the flowers seemed to explode with great potential. The branches of red birch climbed the green, caterpillar-like flower spikes, swaying gently in the wind. The grey-headed woodpecker came and stopped, chirping from time to time, and then flapped its wings and flew away. On the roadside, the lip-shaped flowers of Prunella vulgaris seem to be listening intently, Aster is holding a small purple umbrella, Wolf Poison is wearing a golden hat, Maomei hides its purple flowers shyly, and scaly gentian flowers are like stars. dazzling. The thorn roses bloomed with snow-white flowers and smelled faintly, but there were always bees and butterflies there for nectar. The pale-yellow flowers of liangzi gradually turn into milky white, and the fragrance is strong under the baking of the sun. The alpine willow has pale green flower spikes, the alpine oak has golden flower spikes, and the strawberry reveals pure white flowers. The wild pear trees are in full bloom, and the bright green leaves of the oak tree form a wind wheel. Gooseberry secretly bears turquoise fruits, but it will take a long time to mature until the golden autumn and October. The sunbirds shuttled through the trees, and the gorgeous red feathers were very eye-catching. They made a soft “squeak” sound and a “slap edge”, flapping their wings and flying, as light as a breeze. Where did the elves in the mountains come from and where did they fly? In the vast forest, the purple flowers of rhododendron florets shine like stars, and spread out like purple carpets, overflowing with fragrance.
  In May, the birds mostly return. Every morning and evening, there is a huge music festival playing in the woods, which is a wonderful sound of nature. Cuckoos, four-tone rhododendrons, eagle cuckoos, noisy cuckoos, pheasants, jays, etc. are desperately calling, one after another. The woodpecker’s woodpecker seems to be beating a rattle, the cuckoo is flying slowly while chirping, and the call of the golden pheasant is rough, as if struggling. In the middle of the night, four cuckoos and eagle cuckoos were chirping in the forest, which was incredible. The white clover flowers on the grassy slope are like green and white carpets spreading out over the earth. The lark chirped in the air, gently flowing like a clear spring. On the hill, the big white rhododendrons are gradually blooming. From a distance, they look like flocks of white sheep roaming, and they are scattered like white clouds. If you get close, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and the passing birds are also fascinated. The snakes and leeches in the forest became active. At night, the crickets are playing music endlessly, and the textile girl is making a sharp “squeak” sound. The green clouds of the locust tree are lined with white flowers, and then gradually wither, like a cloud of white snow slowly melting. Violet or yellow irises are gorgeous, sage quietly blooms with purple lip flowers, and Polygonum bulbifera bursts with white flowers. Pieces of roses are stunning and fragrant for ten miles. The thorn rose hung with agate red fruits, which were bright and dazzling. The barberry tree hangs with pearly, translucent fruit. The vegetation is lush, and the hills spread a thin layer of soft new green, like a green carpet. Whether in the valleys, woods, grasslands, the birds play the music tirelessly. Don’t miss the sound of nature in this season!

  In June, the birds are busy brooding and brooding, so it is a little more monotonous and lonely than in May. However, the song of the lark, elegant and tactful, resounded through the sky. The fruit of the hazelnut tree is gradually ripening, and a beautiful wing fruit seems to take off with the wind. Begonia flowers are golden, and thorn roses are draped in the beloved agate red. The Pyracantha tree blooms like snow, and its fragrance is intoxicating. Elderberry bears a splendid white umbrella, Tangsong grass is dazzling with purple flowers, and sage grass is dazzling. Beetles fluttered and murmured, and bumblebees “buzzed”. The vegetation is luxuriant and exudes a fragrant scent. At the end of the month, in the low-altitude mountains, pieces of tartary buckwheat began to be harvested, and bursts of strong fragrance wafted away, purifying the soul. In the valley, the river is gurgling, the white-topped robin, the red-tailed water robin, and the black thrush stop and fly, and the singing is elegant and beautiful. The hermits in these valleys are in love with the babbling streams and never tire of it.
  In July, the forest margins, grass slopes, edelweiss white flowers, like delicate embroidery. Pyracantha began to bear fruit, and the fruit was full. The raspberry fruit is jet black and mouthwatering. Forget-me-not proudly holds the blue flowers, the white flowers of the year are like holding up small umbrellas. The fruit on the lilac tree is like a bright red pearl. The yellow flowers of Weilingcai are splendid, hoverflies, bumblebees and butterflies are flying, nostalgic. The purple flowers of Prunella vulgaris bloomed, as if violet-blue music was floating. On the colder mountains, the vast swamps are bright green, the golden flowers of calamus are blooming, the white and pink horseshoe wormwood flowers are dazzling, and the chickweed flowers are like white fireworks; the purple spherical flowers of thistle have It has turned into a brown crested hair, and the black seeds the size of a pin’s eye fly with the parachute-like crested hair in the wind. Tartary buckwheat blooms or begins to set seeds in the ground, and oats begin to grout. Suzaku, lark, and three-spotted bunting fly in and out, chirping carefree. During the rainy season, the roads are muddy. The long rainy season is bitter, especially for those who live in damp and leaky houses. The thunder and lightning roared and the torrential rain poured, making people have to worry about safety. Perhaps, a tree was unfortunately hit. However, in the rainy season last year, it was rare to hear a few rumbles of thunder. What is the reason for this? After the rain, the sky is clear and the sky is blue. No matter where you go, the earth exudes the rich fragrance of plants and trees, which is enchanting. If you travel far by car, a strange bird with gray-brown wings that resembles a black thrush will fly slowly with the car from time to time, as if it is briskly welcoming you.
  In August, the fruit of barberry turns pale green, and some thistles are still blooming with purple flowers. The fragrant green grass blooms with a white flower, shaped like the sun, making a “rustling” sound in the wind and exuding a honey-like fragrance. Chuanduan is wearing a milky white corolla, wild cotton white flowers tremble in the wind, alpine Prunella vulgaris is embellished with purple flowers, gladiolus are gorgeous, and aster clusters are stunning. The crape myrtle burst into a gorgeous flame, the cedar showed lovely pale green flower spikes, and the leaves of the Metasequoia were bright green. Autumn comes quietly, ripening the crops. The oats spread out like a golden carpet, and the buckwheat stalks smelled good. The lake is like the eyes of the earth, deep and blue. Occasionally, a few cuckoo chirping can be heard. Crickets and textile girls are still noisy.
  In September, sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are fragrant, golden or bright red fruits hang on the pyracantha tree, white flowers and ghost needles are blooming, foxtail swaying in the wind, slender white flowers of wormwood are in full bloom, autumn buckwheat is green, and hill grass in the distance in yellow. The sound of night herons, especially on autumn rainy nights, they seem to be restless, wandering all night.
  In October, plantain is still blooming with slender white flowers, and many grasses that are about to wither are sowing seeds by the wind. The pinnate leaves of the Metasequoia began to turn red, and the tops of the crape myrtle turned red, like a fire burning. The edelweiss and pearly fragrant grass are gradually withering, and their honey-like sweetness disappears day by day. Alpine willows, poplars, and Yunnan pine are falling in succession, and there is a slight rain in the wind. The cedar pollen was scattered by the wind, and the yellow needles of the metasequoia trees fell, like a golden drizzle. The sound of the crickets is sparse, the stubble is frosted – autumn masterpiece!
  In November, the sound of the crickets begins to fall silent. On the grassy slopes, the flowers of gentian, thistle, polygonum and aster are still struggling to open. After brooding, the birds in the forest became noisy again, chirping happily as if in spring. The purple leaf barberry is dyed with a red glow, and the pyracantha hangs golden or red fruits. The fern is withered and yellow, exuding a strong smell. Wild cotton with its fluffy downy fur is the reason for its name. On a sunny day, a few snow-white rhododendrons bloomed on the mountain ridge, and a solitary white flower hung on the mountain thorn rose branch. The smell of autumn is getting stronger and stronger. From a distance, the woods are colorful, as if they were dyed overnight. Snow begins to fall, and if it falls for a day and a night, how many trees will be crushed by the snow! How incredible is the power of snow! Cold snow tests wild animals. Sometimes, the egrets are still flying lightly, and they, like the willow warbler, have not gone to the south for the winter, probably because of the warm climate.
  In December, the earth is bleak, most of the deciduous trees are bare, and many plants and trees are already withered and yellowed. Willow, Metasequoia, and Poplar are sparse and sparse, with a unique charm, especially against the blue sky. When the wind blows, the willow leaves are fluttering like a graceful dance. Under the wax plum tree, there are golden fallen leaves on the ground, which is really beautiful, and the jade-like transparent flowers bloom on the branches, sending a delicate fragrance, which makes people feel calm. Most birds have disappeared, but a few resident birds are still active: the shrike sometimes perches high in the treetops, showing a long-lost singing voice; the red-billed blue magpie drags its long tail and roams the woods; three eyebrows The grass bunting makes a crisp sound in the bushes and ditches; the red-tailed water robin and the white-topped stream robin are on the banks of the valleys and streams, sometimes flying, sometimes resting; the orange-winged cuckoo chirps cheerfully in the woods, and from time to time it emits something similar to a red sparrow. cry. The spiders had long since gone into hiding, and the webs on the treetops had disappeared. I thought the crickets were gone, but in warm places, they can still be heard whispering, especially in the dead of night. You walk on the hill and see some grass still immortal and green. What a completely different scene is formed by the lush greenery of Yunnan pine, Huashan pine, green hills, bamboo and those bare deciduous trees! The scaly gentian and dandelion quietly bloom after the snow, and the golden or red fruits hanging on the pyracantha tree are so dazzling! The fruit of the barberry is dyed like grape juice, and the stream shimmers in the sun. White snow fell on the mountain, and the next day it quickly melted under the sunlight. Due to the warming climate, the rivers, lakes, and fields were frozen in the past, and the ice layer would not crack when people walked on it. Willow trees that grow on sunny slopes even miraculously grow fresh green leaves. In river valleys and warm areas, the cuckoo’s cry can sometimes be heard.
  If you describe it in detail, I am afraid that a trip, a flower, a tree, or a bird, can be written into a beautiful essay. Through the above brief description, you can understand my experience life of nature in the past year. I hope that you, like me, are happy in nature and can do your part to protect nature. If you meet a mountaineer selling a pheasant, you can buy it for a few dozen yuan and return it to the mountain forest; or when you go to the mountain, bring back the household garbage you brought.
  I also left out a lot of scenarios and details in this post. For example: the moon and stars are sparse, and the clouds come and go; or the sky is flickering with electric lights on one side, and the moon is flickering on the other side; or the starry sky is bright, and the meteor shower blooms like a fairy tale. For example, in a foggy day, the fog comes and goes, the valley is half hidden, and it is a different scene. Finally, I would like to add that it is the shepherd who has the deepest experience of nature. They live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, with the sun, moon and stars, with the breeze on the hills, with the stone creek, they know which kind of bird has only appeared in recent years, they know they will start to chirp at dawn, they know when they leave, and where A bird will imitate the shepherd’s voice, know which wild things are coming this year, know that wild pigeons, cuckoos will hibernate… They are simply naturalists.

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