"The article is the scenery on my desk and the scenery is the article on the ground." Inadvertently reading this sentence by Zhang Chao in Qing Dynasty, my heart became cheerful. Why don't I bathe in the poems and songs of my predecessors, stay at home and enjoy the splendor of the world?
So, when I opened the book, I only felt that between the lines, there were green waves of green trees. If you savor it carefully, you will find a dazzling array of fragrant grass, vivid green trees, lingering haze, brilliant clouds, such as the sound of gurgling spring water, and a cool breeze, such as the junction of ancient roads and peaks, holding "the sunset carving Qi Fei alone" and entering "autumn water * * * sky and one color", and your heart is very different.
I searched behind Li Bai and Du Fu, pondered in the footsteps of Su Shi and Wang Bo, and savored in the chanting of Lu You and Bai Juyi. The poetry in that poem reveals the poet's love for nature and longing for life. What is the life realm of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" and "a leaf boat, a bamboo cloak, an old fisherman cold river-snow"? "The waves between the river and the sky are rough, and the clouds are blocked by it." What a thrilling spectacle! The flowers, grass and trees between heaven and earth are all in that light ink and thick color, either magnificent, quiet, extraordinary, vivid, wanton or finely carved. Gradually bring me into a colorful world, let me watch its sound and rhyme, watch its color and realize its true meaning, make my heart blue and my soul float in the mountains and rivers!
You can roll your hands anywhere, and that is the atmosphere of mountains and mountains. You can wander in the Peach Blossom Garden, indulge in red-wall poems, learn from the immortal who is out of touch in the sky, and stand aloof from the world. You can feel the remoteness of "Qin Guan John" and the solemnity of "Lonely Smoke in the Desert". In that poem, in that sentence, you can relive the 5,000-year history of China, and that magnificent and magnificent history will bring you unparalleled shock!
Tang poetry and Song poetry, it is you, let me turn into a butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream and dance lightly; It is you who turned me into a wandering wild crane, with a shepherd boy piccolo, unconstrained style. You have simplified my life, restored my mood, and retired to the countryside where "spring pigeons are singing on the house and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the village", but I feel pale as a flower and forget all the insults.
For example, waves are inseparable from the sea, and white clouds miss the sky. My love for poetry made me feel the joys and sorrows, listened to the flowers bloom and fall, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and learned to fight the sky. May we be partners with Tang poetry and Song poetry and share this wealth left over from history with our lives!