Misty rain washes the balcony, and the mountains and rivers are clean and dusty.
"Stay on the Mountain" Zhang Xu
The state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness.
Even if there was no rain in Mystery, the clothes were dyed deep in the clouds.
-Text/Laugh at the world of mortals
There is still light rain outside the window, intermittent. It looks like a fairy who misses the dust, but she has done her duty and left, and she has stopped. I put down the scroll in my hand and raised my eyes, trying to say goodbye to the fading rain, only to find that my heart was stolen and brought into the clouds together. It turns out that the sky after the rain is so beautiful, as if the soul is wandering among the ethereal and elegant clouds.
This is the charm of nature. She can always wash away the worldly dust easily and accept your wandering heart with open arms. At this moment, I really seem to forget where I am, the fleeting time of Jinse, and the road I will take. I don't know how long I was silent, but I was finally pulled back by reality. Yes, the dust of the floating world is easy to get rid of, but the soil in my heart is hard to get rid of. After all, I am a mortal who eats human fireworks and will eventually wake up from a drunken dream.
I can't help but think of the poem I read that year: "the state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness." Even if there is no rain in Mystery, clothes will stick to the depths of the clouds. " . Surely the poet has a deep attachment to nature? Otherwise, how can we go deep into Huangshan Mountain and dance with the clouds regardless of the weather changes?
It is often heard that "Huangshan returns without looking at the mountains, and Dongting returns without looking at the water". Although I have never really witnessed its elegance, I have reflected their shadows in my heart, just like the long-lost lover, who often haunts my dreams.
As you can imagine, when stepping into the beautiful Huangshan Mountain in Zhong Ling, the poet was instantly impressed by the empty mountain in front of him, roaming in the light spirit like a free bird, and even the flowing blood merged with the green mountains and green waters and became a blue color. That's why we left such a poem with profound meaning, far-reaching language and thought-provoking.
In his works, it seems like mountains and rivers, vegetation and jungle, full of spirituality. Green branches, flowers blooming in the wind, birds singing in the shade, running water, spring rocks and vegetation are all fascinating and radiant. Hiding in it, I just feel like an insect ant, a drop of water, bathing my body and mind in the warm sunshine, and all the injuries and troubles in the world become insignificant.
Many people are trapped in a complex world. In order to yearn for inner peace, they like to pack their bags and send themselves to the deep mountains and forests. It seems that the more remote and inaccessible the place, the more desirable it is. In fact, "a flower, a world, a leaf and a bodhi", the beauty of moistening things endowed by nature needs to be felt with heart.
"Don't go home for suicide." It is human nature for guests to come to the mountain to like sunny days and hate rain. Although rainy days also have a different kind of soft poetry and hazy beauty. However, rain will eventually wet clothes, pollute cold and muddy roads, and bring a lot of inconvenience to pedestrians.
Mysteriously, even if there is no rain, clothes will stick to the depths of the clouds. Next, the poet didn't say anything about rain, nor did he describe the beautiful scenery in the mountains in detail. Instead, he cleverly changed the subject, and then said, even if the sky is clear, warm and windy, what can it look like? When you go deep into the water cloud, flowers with blue water vapor and nectar, and breeze with smoke will also wet your clothes.
Although the poet didn't talk much, he opened up another realm of poetry. I'm afraid he must climb the mountain, explore the valley and enjoy it there. This not only eliminates the worries of pedestrians, but also ignites the fire in their hearts to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Spring Mountain. It's a pun. It's amazing.
The author of this poem is Zhang Xu, who is free and easy, generous, outstanding, talented and fond of drinking. He often dances when he is drunk, and then returns to the table, writing with pen and ink. Du Fu befriended Li Bai and He Hao, and was listed as the "Eight Immortals of Drinking".
Some people said he was rude, so they gave him a crazy nickname. In fact, he is very careful. He believes that everything he touches in his daily life can inspire his writing. To get something occasionally is to melt it into your own calligraphy. At that time, as long as people got a piece of his paper, they all regarded it as a treasure, and it was hereditary and true.
Perhaps it was infected by the artistic conception in the poem, perhaps intoxicated by the ethereal nature, or perhaps shocked by the beauty of heaven and earth. If I can, I just want to set up a bamboo Artemisia at the Red Dust Ferry, catch the white clouds with a pole, and banish my body and mind to Qianshan, where flowers are in full bloom on the other side, and work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The sun and the moon are clocks, and the mountains and rivers are the stage. I don't know where I come from or the way home.
Before Wang Xietang, the swallows were still there, and the emperors and generals were all dead. Who's in charge of ups and downs? Compared with everything in nature, human life is really insignificant. However, this is a dream after all, far away. The fate is unfinished, the responsibility lies with us, and the fate is difficult. How can I make a clean break and fly away?
"White clouds come out of the mountain, and the red dust is hard to turn." For an ordinary person, the artistic conception of Taoyuan Creek Mountain, fishing in the white clouds, leisurely sitting in water and boiling water, is always vague and illusory, but it is bound by countless emotions, and that ethereal spirit has become the yearning for this life. The wind of time will read at will and go backwards. The materialistic world of mortals has reached the era of pursuing a return to nature. Maybe we don't have Zen and can't understand a deeper realm, but we can be ordinary people in the world and have simple happiness.