Mud Chi Zijian ① The early spring in the north is dirty. This dirtiness certainly comes from the pure and flawless snow that we once enthusiastically praised. ②In the long winter in the north, the cold has given rise to snow after another. They stretch out their beautiful tentacles from the heavens and fall delicately to the earth, sinking the entire north into a world of ice and purity. If you are walking on the street in the snow, looking at the trees whose branches are covered with snow, looking at the white snow on the roof of the church, and looking at the silver road extending infinitely, your heart will be filled with passion: for That unparalleled magnificence or desolation. ③However, the spring breeze came. The spring breeze melts the snow. During the melting process, they look old and haggard, like an old woman who is about to retire. At this time, snow exposes its duality without reservation: its beauty is attached to the cold, so it is a kind of static beauty and fragile beauty; when the cold has become the sunset in the western sky, the gentle sun reflects them At that time, its ugliness was helplessly eliminated. Mud and water are everywhere in the alleys; the flow of drainage ditches increases due to the addition of sewage after melting snow, making a roaring sound; swallows carry wet mud in their mouths in the humid air and build nests under the eaves; chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs wander around them The paw prints in the alley were brought back to the farmyard, filling the yard with countless claw-shaped mud seals, like the huge shadows of pine trees under the moon; the old man accidentally lost his cane while walking, and when he picked it up it had become The child accidentally dropped the candy in his mouth into the muddy water when he was running and playing in the alley. He stared blankly at the muddy water and cried, but Xianzi's mother, who spied on this scene, Laughing happily ④ This is a scene I often experienced in my childhood. Its background is a small mountain village in the north, and the time is of course the muddy early spring. ⑤I love this natural mud. The mud often reminds me of the great nation of Russia. Lomonosov, Tchaikovsky, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Bunin, and Pushkin walked towards us step by step through the mud. Coming. Russian art is filled with a noble, broad and indomitable spiritual atmosphere, which cannot but be said to be related to this spring mud. The mud gave birth to trekkers, which gave light and strength to those who endured humiliation, and peace and courage to those who suffered. A great nation needs to be tempered and tempered by the mud. It will make people's backs never bend, allowing people to understand the loveliness, vastness and inalienability of the land during the difficult journey, and understand the true meaning of the motherland to people: when we When we love the mud under our feet, it means that we have embraced a spirit. (Ying Ruling, the mud I feel in northern cities is no longer as deep as when I was a child. But during the melting snow season, when I walk on the dirt road of the farmer's market, I can still encounter the incredible mud. In the mud Waste paper, grass clippings, rotten vegetable leaves, fish offal and other debris are looming, and a rotten smell is coming to your nose. This feeling is certainly not as good as holding an umbrella in the misty rain by the West Lake, which is always surrounded by green space. Chunzhong was satisfied with his fantasy, but it still made me fall into another kind of nostalgia. I thought of the mud beads splashed when the wooden wheel wheel passed by it heavily, of the difficult backs of the people in the north, and of us. Despite the suffering and humiliation I had experienced, I was relieved that my feet could still touch it. ⑦ When we were tired of walking on the bluestone road washed by the drizzle, we were at a loss when facing the endless fallen leaves. At that time, when our pen is no longer passionate and pale when facing the white paper, do we long for a trek in the mud? For this, we should really thank the snow, which gave birth to the quiet, simple, and unobstructed view of the world. Beauty also gives birth to mud that is dirty, alarming, and empowering. Therefore, it is unique in the world (from "Knowledge Window") Issue 3, 2012, the selection has been changed)