Artist Sun Motomi
The northwest wind plucked most of the leaves from the trees one by one, first the creepers on the door, then the willows, locust trees, and earth peach trees. The leaves of the ginkgo trees are the most brilliant and beautiful at this time, and the goose-yellow canopies stand quietly on both sides of Songliang Road, and the white clouds in the sky easily describe the shape and taste of the frost flowers last night. Shoushi went to Pujiang, Yanfang went to Shanghai, I heard that Zhang Fan moved to Yanjiao, Teacher Guangming held a solo exhibition in Yixing, and I was also on the subway leaving Songzhuang. Songzhuang is like a post station for some friends, bored at home, tired of running outside, living here for a while, drinking, painting, chatting and talking about the mountains. There are seven art parks on this street, with about 1,500 artists, including Courtyard 89, which was demolished last year, and the opposite town of Yueyang was handed over to the government. Changli Art District has the most people, and the heating was sent the day before yesterday, so it is much more comfortable when painting. In the southernmost part of the art district, a dozen persimmon trees are planted, their dark bodies thicker than the mouth of the bowls, and the canopy is full of red fruits.
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This year, the persimmons bear a lot of fruit, and from a distance, the persimmon orchard is a warm cinnabar red. Under the persimmon tree, it is not only a place for friends to exercise in the morning, but also a playground for a flock of pigeons. There is a hexagonal pavilion, seven or eight kinds of fitness equipment, high and low bars, swing racks, rocking chairs, and wooden tables and chairs for chatting. The persimmon garden is surrounded by an iron fence, and the north side is the south wall of Building 2, and on the south wall of Building 2, there is a large red education base spray painting surface, and behind the spray painting sign there are commonly used tools in the park and food for pigeons. Xiao Hao is the ace pigeon, and every morning at 8 o'clock and around 2 o'clock at noon, it is when he feeds the pigeons. He often wears an army-green overalls, with a bald head and big eyes, and the flesh of the bulb shows off the strength of his labor on his black and red arms, and shakes hands with him, and he will shake my hands painfully.
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When he feeds the pigeons, he often holds a pot of mixed rice mixed with rice, millet and corn mouths, and when he whistles, the pigeons will "hula" and fly from all sides, and as the food in his hand is sprinkled to the ground, the pigeons will instantly rush into a ball, cooing, panicked wings, and sudden pecking. A mixture of feathers and feathers scattered in the sunlight. There are also pigeons fluttering their wings, flying to Xiao Hao's arm, stretching their necks to grab food in the small basin, when several pigeons pounce on the arm holding the basin at the same time, it is another fight, you kick it, it flutters on your wings, or it steps on its head, it pecks its buttocks. Xiao Hao shook his arm, and half a pot of rice swirled down from the air, and he retreated, so another round of fluttering flew high and low, and it unfolded under the persimmon tree brilliantly.
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In the summer, cool off in a rocking chair, enjoy a book, an ice cream or a beer, say hello to familiar friends, watch the pigeons bathe by the pool, and look at the beautiful feathers of the pigeons. How many colors of pigeon feathers are there? Countless, their body shape and movements change too quickly, with the different angles of the sun's rays, the color of the feathers is also different, the same feather from light gray stone blue light ochre to amethyst porcelain blue to sapphire blue, just a blink of an eye. They keep walking, they keep moving, looking left and right, when they move, they are colorful, they chant the verses of "coo-goo-goo", a series of bytedances, in the malt aroma of beer foam to pull my eyes, rubbing the quiet tenderness in my heart. I was crowded by them, chased and locked into the screen in front of me.
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Autumn, which is the time of the year, is the best place to bask in the sun at noon. In front of the red billboard, the branches of the persimmon tree are empty, leaving only sunlight and no wind. The sun is shining on your body and you feel like you're going to sleep. So, at about one o'clock at noon, I often found an empty paint bucket and cardboard box in the clutter behind the sign, put the cardboard box on the bucket, leaned my back against the wall, and listened to "White Deer Plain", "Camel Xiangzi" and "Book of Life" on my mobile phone with half-squinted eyes.
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Persimmons are a sweet memory of my childhood, and I still have a full sense of picture in retrospect. The beans are ripe, and there is a persimmon tree thicker than a barrel on the edge of the harvested bean field, and the body of the tree is also black, and its roots grow intricately on the edge of the south ditch of the old cotton field. Every day, when I mow the grass or pick up beans or peanuts, I will circle around it many times. Especially in the evening, when the stomach "growled", looking at the tempting fruit on the treetops, I was uncomfortably hungry, and wanted to taste one, so I picked up stones or dirt and threw them up, hoping to smash the next one, but throwing a lot of stones and dirt was to no avail. When I finally cut the grass again, I found a ripe persimmon on the grassy slope under the tree, it must have fallen from the highest branch, its buttocks were all deformed, the flesh was bright red and exploded, and a few ants had just climbed to the top and I drove it down.
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When the persimmon is just ripe, the leaves are still green, and as the temperature drops, the persimmon becomes more and more red, and the leaves change color. Now most of the persimmons have been picked, and the best part is the flowers in the painter's studio, they may bring a small piece of skill, three or two leaves, and are placed in the flower arrangement, on the tea table, on the windowsill, and the warm autumn colors decorate their lives and lives. It is edible, it can be baked with pears, or it can be scalded with boiling water and eaten. But I didn't want to eat it, so I kept it and kept it. The persimmons that are higher above are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Every year on the day of the beginning of winter, Xiao Hao stands on the lifting frame of the crane truck to pick them off, and the persimmons that Xiao Hao can't reach are the scenery of winter, and when the snow falls, it attracts a lot of passers-by to stop. Xiao Hao did not stand on the high lifting frame to pick persimmons this year, he was sick, and a blood clot in his brain almost killed him, although he was rescued in time, he could no longer work and feed the pigeons as usual.
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The swing frame is Xiaomo's favorite, and when she first started to enjoy the shade under the persimmon tree, she saw other children swinging the swing high, so she shouted to play too. Put her on the swing board, her little butt and calves are kicking around, and she can't swing the swing up. When she is in a hurry, her nose and mouth are pouted, and she stares at you with tears in her eyes, and while yelling indistinctly, she pats the swing chain with her little hands again and again, allowing you to push her and swing. Sometimes you don't push, try to get her to push harder, twisting left and right still doesn't work. I said to her, why are little things so stupid.
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At the age of five, on a summer afternoon, she suddenly understood the art of swinging. Kick the ground with your feet first, and at the same time push the swing chain with both hands, the swing board will quickly swing backwards, and then the legs and feet will swing forward quickly from curved to straight, and pull the chain in the opposite direction with both hands, the swing will rise a little bit, and her hair will also fly up and down smoothly with the swing. This process is difficult to express in words, the rhythm of the coordination of various parts of the body depends on the feeling, and you have to realize it yourself, like the study of Chinese painting, the beauty of which can only be understood, not spoken. Xiao Mo also feeds the pigeons, and when he first started Sammy, he felt a great contrast to the naughty appearance when he fed the pigeons this year. She always bent over, tiptoed and stretched out her hands when she ran after the pigeons. The pigeon was "cooing" and crowing back and forth in front of her, looking only two or three inches away, but it was impossible to catch it.
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Xiao Hao went back to recuperate, and during that time the life of the pigeons was suddenly unsettled, sometimes I also fed them, and others also fed, but I wronged these guys early and late. Twice, perhaps too hungry, they flew towards me when they saw me in the persimmon orchard. I turned around and was about to leave, when they swept over my head with a "hula" and fell to the ground in front of me, blocking my path in a dense manner. I turned back, they chased after me, and the interceptor's eyes were half hopeful, half threatening, and the threat made me panic and flee.
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The clouds in the sky are constantly changing shapes and postures, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees are urged by the wind into winter. On the scale of minus seven degrees, the dilemma of 2023 is depicted, and the swing rack is rarely patronized. I sent a message to ask Xiao Hao, and he said that he is now taking care of him by his daughter, and his health is recovering.
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Who feeds and waters the pigeons every day,
Xiaomo seems to have gained a little weight in the video,
A persimmon fell from a black branch,
Pigeons and ants will soon eat it,
Only a piece of broken slurry was left, and Yin Hong was at the end of the text.
——On November 16, 2023, it was seen in Beihuai Hall.