Hazy beauty I like to walk alone in the fog. For this reason, many good times in the past have flowed away while browsing Tang poetry. Because Tang poetry is beautiful, and its beauty is hazy, like a ray of skylight that has been shrouded in haze for a long time. The hazy beauty of Tang poetry lies first in its formal beauty. The regular verses and quatrains of Tang poetry have the same number of words in each sentence, and they seek contrast, smooth and oblique rhythms, and pay attention to the orderliness of words and the brightness of tones. Almost every one of the most talented poets in the Tang Dynasty was able to compose several good poems that have been passed down to future generations through the collision of youthful poetry and almost shackles of rhythm. However, since the meter is almost a shackle, even the greatest poet cannot finally lose all the formal beauty in the mountains. Du Fu allowed time to appreciate the unparalleled hazy beauty of the form of Tang poetry like a dream. Du Fu wrote the "perfect" Tang poetry and also "completed" the Tang poetry. He is extraordinary. The rhyme and rhythm of his subsequent poems were ultimately based on his poems as the golden rule. However, history is the bright eye of free contemplation. What Du Fu is famous for through the ages is ultimately his New Yuefu "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells", his "The Troops of Chariots", "The Parade of Beauties" and "The Northern Expedition". His rhythmic poetry is unparalleled. However, how can one perform all the dances well while wearing shackles? "Ascending", known as "the grand finale of seven rhymes throughout the ages," was ultimately exhausted because of his pursuit of the four-part antitheses. This is the tragedy of Tang poetry's failure to be perfected. But this is not the tragedy of a great poet. After entering Shu in his later years, Du Fu wrote the rhythm-breaking poems "Spring Water Lives" and "Lonely Walking by the River Looking for Flowers". These poems at least complement many of his outstanding rhythmic poems that are full of vitality and are lost in poetry. In the haze. Of the tens of thousands of poems written by the Tang Dynasty, only three hundred have been widely known in later generations, such as "The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river." "The sky is low and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people", "the wine and meat in the Zhumen are smelly, and the bones are frozen to death on the road", "in the old days, the swallows in front of the king's hall flew into the homes of ordinary people". Because of the difficulty of planning, it is often the first time. It is formed into a sentence, and then pieced together into a chapter. Therefore, there are more good lines in Tang poetry than in good chapters. Like the stars in the fog, the formal beauty of Tang poetry disappears in the haze, but the beauty of Tang poetry is delicious. The most mysterious source of Chinese traditional culture is probably its unique Chinese characters. The unique Chinese characters are unique in the world and can only be understood directly. The art of calligraphy can be said to go back to ancient times and continue for thousands of years. Even modern art, with its spirit of abstraction, seems to have originated from it. It is not difficult to say that most of the most beautiful calligraphy art is the work of Tang poetry. It makes people think that Han Dynasty can make people feel emotional, singing and crying. The literal beauty of Tang poetry has reached an almost unprecedented and transcendent state. "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky." The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu." "The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? "I pick up these two Tang poems at my fingertips. I don't need to read them carefully or ask for a detailed explanation. The hazy and beautiful meaning that overflows from the words alone is like thousands of poisonous wines and thousands of flowers. The world of mortals is boundless, everything is hazy, and a ray of skylight occasionally appears in the mist. It is natural. See Jiaoyan even more. What lingers in the incomparably Jiaoyan Tang poetry is the hazy beauty of the world of mortals. It is a veiled girl in the green bamboo forest, it is the two lines of horse hoof marks in the snow by Hu Tianfei, it is the clear water. A hibiscus emerges from the sky, it is a lonely boat that is moored in the night. It is a sad autumn and has been sick for a hundred years. It is to commemorate the history. It is to record the journey of thousands of miles. , is the true Zen of the world that can be seen in the Tang Dynasty poetry. The Tao is a song that people have not yet sung. This delicate sky light makes the human world even more hazy and beautiful. I like to walk alone in the fog. For many years, I think about my shoulders. And in his heart, he has been bathed in the infinite light of the sky.
Light mood It is a kind of fate that you come to this world. It is a kind of fate that you are with the blue sky, green land, clear water and green mountains. It is a kind of fate that you are next to the white clouds, grass, mud and waves. It is also a kind of fate that you are with a person. Maybe Like the rocks facing each other across the sea, they only have a kind of longing and blessing from far away in the world; maybe like the duckweed in the rain, they only have a short and accidental gathering, and then only separation; maybe like the tree The green vines are lingering and lingering for a lifetime. No matter what, you have to face every bump and every scenery on the road of life with a light mood. Facing it with a light mood, Xu Zhimo said: "Whether you remember it, it's better that you forget it." Facing it with a light mood, Lin Yutang said: "You go, I won't send you; you come , No matter how strong the wind or rain, I will go to pick you up." Facing it with a light mood, Shu Ting said: "It seems like we are separated forever, but we will always be together." Facing it with a light mood, Xi Murong. It is: "Write the three hundred poems I hold in my mouth in the sky where the clouds are light and the wind is gentle." Facing it with a light mood, I am: If you want to fly, I will not wet you with the rain. wing. Face it with a light mood. You may lose a lot in some way. Even though you have lost a lot, you still have a broad-minded mind. You can still be free and easy when facing others. With a light mood, you will at least be able to withstand the test of life and death. Time, space, and all punishments are nothing in front of you. You will not be destroyed. In the face of ups and downs, you will always be a solemn and solemn song with an aftertaste. A long and moving song. Face it with a light mood and appreciate an object, a thing or a person. Even if you fail, your failure is also a low-key and graceful poem that makes people hit the beat. Facing it with a light mood, you may not be magical or majestic, but having a light sentiment in yourself is a magnificent scenery. Facing it with a light mood, you can see the world as a beautiful shadow, but you cannot stand outside the shadow. Without the involvement of the heart, nothingness and hypocrisy are just roses made of paper. No matter what, you have to face every bump and every scenery on the road of life with a light mood. I wish you sincerely wish you have a light feeling. The eternal phoenix
Peng Xueming
The beauty of the phoenix does not lie in the flamboyant flowers and heavy makeup, but in its simplicity, elegance, purity and tranquility; it does not lie in its elegance and arrogance, but in its silence and drizzle. silent. It's old, but not old-fashioned. It is noble, but not noble. It's so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, but it's so beautiful to watch. Viewed horizontally, it is a painting; viewed vertically, it is a poem. From a distance, it looks like a word; from a close look, it looks like a book. If you look at it superficially and deeply, you will see that it is a brick of history and a map of culture.
Opening the album, a river carrying an ancient city rushes towards you. The beautiful Tuojiang River. What is upright is the city wall. What is moving is the green bird singing on Nanhua Mountain. The Tuojiang River is a colorful ribbon flying out from the depths of time, soft, green, clear and ethereal. It is like a pair of silent scissors. With just one cut, the city wall stands brand-new on the shore. Water gives birth to thousands of beauties, and water creates hundreds of beauties. All things are alive because of water. The stilted buildings that follow the charm of the water are lined up hand in hand, uneven and neat, scattered and orderly, winding and straight, forming the most charming stroke. The stilts that stretch into the waterside and support half of the country are like crutches in the city and pairs of mud legs in the city. Walking from the countryside to the countryside, they are full of rural style. Local flavor and customs. Yes, this stilted building is the most popular folk custom in western Hunan. The oldest, most authentic and most glorious architectural art of the Tujia and Miao people in western Hunan is concentratedly reflected in this small town.
The reason why this city is ancient lies in the ancient stilted buildings and the ancient architectural art. The doors and windows with mottled paint on the walls, the courtyard walls left by the wind and rain, the eaves that have been flying for thousands of years without getting tired, the tiles that have not been broken for thousands of years, and those who have squatted for several years. Stone lions, stone beasts and stone birds that have not moved for thousands of years. Of course, it is also the thousand-year-old alley that has gone through vicissitudes of life and has been washed away.
The ancient alleys in the small town are really deep and winding. It is like an old man who has gone through many hardships, solemn and deep, hiding nothing, bearing deep memories of the past and the traces of time; it is also like a naughty child, jumping around and running wild, disappearing without a trace. . Walking in this alleyway with thousands of twists and turns is like walking in a dream deep in the city.
Time is old and has calluses. It is old and has calluses. The memory is old and still has calluses. The bitten bluestone slabs have been polished and polished by time and years, turning into pages of immortal history and memory, paved with long or short roads, connecting ancestors and the past at one end. One end connects descendants and the future.
Deep in the alley, there is often a deep ancestral hall, filled with the flavor of local religion and reflecting the strong background of the clan. This ancestral hall is the sacred place of the Tujia and Miao people in western Hunan. Priests, rituals, family laws, and clan rules are all displayed here. Although the ancestral hall has passed away. But the wisps of green smoke during the ceremony still seemed to be floating solemnly and solemnly, and the tears and anger of the men and women who were shackled by family laws and clan rules seemed to still be screaming miserably. However, what you smell more is the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere of this family. The pavilions and pavilions, the winding corridors, the four-sided courtyard, and the empty stage will all remind you of Miao relatives chatting with chairs and fans, and of Tujia opera fans holding a bowl of tea and wiping their tears. I think of their beautiful state of sitting in a well and observing the universe, and their profound taste of life while watching a play.
Is that thousand-year-old stage still filled with wind and clouds and the sound of swords and guns?
Ask the city wall, the bullet marks on the wall will tell you.
Ask the city gate, the gunshot wound inside the city gate will tell you.
Ask the Great Wall, and the beacons on the Great Wall will tell you.
Huge stones pulled up from the river beach, stained with water, were chiseled into square shapes by the masonry's knives and hands, stacked up to form city gates, watchtowers, and a wall. Block city walls and sentry towers. It is used to resist war and resist powerful enemies. The feudal rulers of the past dynasties have always regarded the Miao and Tujia people as Miaoman and Tuman. Defraud them. Exploit them. Enslave them. If they resist at all, they will be killed. The Miao and Tujia people, who were brave and good at fighting, had to build their own armed forces, station barracks, train warriors, and build strong fortifications to protect their sacred and beautiful homeland. Generations of Miao people have risen up. Generations of Tujia people fought bloody battles. Walls fell down and were built again. The building collapsed and then was rebuilt. People die in battle and are reborn. One by one, batch by batch, generation after generation, this majestic and hard ancient city wall was built, creating this majestic and magnificent Great Wall of the South! The majestic passes are filled with hard roads, the mountains are thousands of miles dangerous, and the sound of iron hooves is filled with smoke. The blood stains on the Great Wall are the scars left by history; the bullet holes on the city wall are the eyes left by history; the moss on the wall is the soul of the growth of history. The ancient and great Great Wall of the South, you are the blood and roots forged by the flesh and blood and loyal bones of the ancestors of Xiangxi for generations!
Although the feudal rulers of the past generations have discriminated against them, robbed them, and killed them, when the country When the nation and the nation are in dire straits, they will abandon family hatred and hatred, and use their own blood and lives without hesitation to save the country and the nation from danger and soothe the pain of the country and the nation.
When they destroyed opium in Humen, defended Dinghai, and resisted the Japanese in Jiashan, all the sons and daughters of Phoenix worked on expeditions, stained the forts with blood, and died heroically for their country. During the Anti-Japanese War in Jiashan, thousands of Phoenix soldiers fought bloody battles, and almost all of them were killed. There are thousands of widows in a small town, and the whole town is filled with cries. How touching it must be! Sigh for it! I am worried about it and will never forget it!
I don’t know if it’s the aura of the mountains and rivers or the genetic inheritance, but the women and men of this Phoenix all look like they came out of Chinese paintings, they are handsome and beautiful. The men and women walking around the streets and villages are all watery, bright, shiny, green and beautiful, and everyone loves them. The woman's twisting waist and silver jewelry swayed willows all over the street; the man's strong chest and footbells polished the boudoirs on the street. Not to mention, these men and women seem to have been conceived in the placenta of art since they were young. They can sing and dance, pick and embroider flowers, write books and draw pictures when they are born. There are poetry clubs all over the street. The painting club, the alleys of batik tie-dye, and paper-cutting and thorn paper all make this small town filled with a strong aroma of books. These fine folk crafts and folk culture not only allowed them to live in a colorful world from birth, but also allowed them to feast on the nourishment of folk culture and understand the charm of folk culture, giving them all It has the taste, the crystal position, and the charm. The Miao family's "April 8th", "Autumn Festival", and "Shinniu Festival", and the Tujia's June 6th, Jiuzi making and waving hands festivals make this small town open and close, all of which are full of folk customs and long-lasting sentiments. Many fashionable cultures in the world have disappeared like the wind, but these folk crafts and cultures have been passed down for thousands of years. Why? Rooted in the people. Folk parenting.
Who dares to say that art separated from folk art is the most classic art? The men and women of this small town relied on the food of these folk arts to grow up and become adults. They went out of western Hunan and went to the world, thus becoming role models in art, culture and life.
A pen by Shen Congwen makes the world full of poetry.
A drawing board by Huang Yongyu and Huang Yonghou makes the world full of painting.
The educational industry and charity institutions established by Xiong Xiling, Prime Minister of the Republic of China, allowed the world to see the civilization and love of Phoenix.
Zheng Guohong, the commander-in-chief of Dinghai in the Qing Dynasty, and Li Zhenjun, the first political commissar of the contemporary armed police headquarters, represent Phoenix's bravery, strength and immortal soul.
And more unknown people’s chorus of art and life allowed the whole world to hear the colorful singing of the little phoenix.
Because of the natural landscape, history and culture, the phoenix’s beauty is colorful, magical and moving, its beauty is profound and broad, and its appearance and interior are consistent. The phoenix will always spread its wings, fly between the world and the earth, and rest in the world. in people's hearts. Who says crocodiles don’t cry? 09 E-commerce Class 2 Chen Xiaoning 2009-11-25 11:47:06 Read 25 Comments 0 Font size: Large, Medium, Small They say I don’t cry, and my tears are fake. I am the overlord of this river basin in the dense jungle of South America, a powerful enough crocodile. Why should I cry? I often wake up in the dark night from the same nightmare. In the dream, I was weak, my eyes were weak and lifeless, and my limbs could not move freely. Not long after I was born, I slowly walked with my mother on the edge of the wetland. One morning, I clearly remember that the stream shone in the sunshine, and washed over my body cool and soft. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and I was a little intoxicated. I am my mother's youngest child. She gives me food and takes me to play. But she never smiles. Occasionally, a gentle light overflows from her eyes, which makes her eyes look beautiful, but the tenderness is fleeting. She said that in this world, there is a word called the law of the jungle and a law called survival of the fittest. So you can't be a weakling. We were attacked that morning, and at a bend in the stream, my mother told me to move forward. She ordered me sternly and suddenly. I obeyed and moved forward... The pebbles scratched my belly, causing some pain. I didn't want to leave, so I stopped and looked back at my mother. At this time, I noticed that she was turning around and retreating...I didn't understand. He quickly turned around and wanted to catch up with her. Suddenly I was picked up from my waist. The sharp teeth pierced my skin which was not yet hard. I struggled and slapped the water with my tail. My mother looked back at me, her eyes full of determination. I suddenly remembered a saying I had heard. In our crocodile family, for the sake of our own lives, our children can also give up... My tears burst out... Mother, mother... ....Another strong player in the jungle is the jaguar. They have elegant postures and sharp teeth and often forage for food in the early morning. Sometimes a baby alligator is their delicious breakfast. It was a female leopard that captured me. I'm not afraid. From the moment my mother left, I wasn't afraid anymore. When the female leopard threw me in front of her babies, I actually liked her a little bit. My mother also gave me food, but she was never so tender. She added her child and asked him to have breakfast, her tone gentle. Then they walked towards me together. He is a young male leopard with a strange pattern on his forehead, like an octagonal sun. He came closer to me and looked at me. I thought to myself, you can eat it. You are so happy and you love your mother. I have nothing and I would rather die. He looked at me and suddenly turned around and asked his mother: She is so young, where is her mother? Then very suddenly, I was thrown back into the water. He turned back to his mother and watched me float away. I did not return to my mother. Wander to another river basin. I grew rapidly, catching my own food and protecting myself. It's just that I often dream, and my dreams are all about the morning when my mother abandoned me. The beginning of a dream is always beautiful, and then the picture changes and becomes full of sadness... When I wake up, I ask myself: Why are you a crocodile? I have finally grown up, my skin is hard enough, my eyes are resolute enough, and my heart is vicious enough. I became the overlord of this basin. I also have a child of my own, and I work hard to be a good mother. I love them and protect them. I think when danger comes, I will not give up on them just to protect myself. There is a legend in the jungle that there is a good mother in the crocodile family. My kids are proud of it. One night, I woke up from a nightmare and saw a fiery red light. I woke up the kids and took them away. Yes, this place is going to be destroyed.
I have long heard that the jungle 20 kilometers away turned to ashes, and the jungle 20 kilometers away was planted with corn. We walked for a long time, back to the place where I once lived. There is almost no food here, and many animals have gone deeper into the jungle. For two days we didn't see any animals. One morning, I took my youngest child to look for food. Unfortunately, the child was captured by a jaguar, right in front of me. I rushed forward quickly, I wanted to save my child... When I rushed forward and wanted to sweep the leopard with my tail, I suddenly saw the octagonal sun on his forehead. He was so thin, his belly was sunken, and he had not eaten for a long time. I thought if he didn't have food anymore he would die. And I have so many kids. However, without him, there would be no us... I hesitated for a long time and finally turned around and left. When I got to the corner, I looked back. I couldn't see everything in front of me clearly because my eyes were full of tears... The above are a few articles that I like very much. I hope they can help you. Have confidence in yourself and pay more attention to collecting writing materials. Come on! ! !