Appreciation of Lin Xueer's Prose A Night with Nie Luda

Looking through the railing of Niuxinting, you can see dusk through the night. I have dinner with a group of friends around the lake, talking about April air, April flowers and April love. Young hearts will never be far away. After dinner, my friends began to play cards. I took Nie Luda's poems with me and wanted to find a quiet place to browse. There were people along the way. I crossed the iron chain bridge and sat down to read poems by the river of the Sino-Japanese Poetry Pavilion. There are still young couples walking down the hill from the Yin Qing Pavilion, holding their waists. I couldn't get into Nie Luda's poems, so I went to the Sino-Japanese Poetry Pavilion to read a poem written by Japanese monk Liang Kuan: "I don't know when it will be finished? Calligraphy is beautiful and pure. It is clear that Emei Mountain is under the bridge and sent to Miyagawa Bin, Japan. " It must be an incredible legend. How many ups and downs does a tree with the memory of Mount Emei have to go through before it can cross the ocean and meet the width of Miyagawa Beach? I once thought it was just a beautiful legend of a scholar, but it is said that the wood engraved with "Emei Mountain under the Bridge" is still preserved in Japan. So far away, the waterway is washed away, and the handwriting is still clear, which can only expand the poet's imagination. Just as Nie Luda can perfectly interpret love poems and politics, it is beyond our imagination.

"Spring gives us the sky/but the dark earth is our name." When night falls, I read this sentence, and my heart is shaking. Suddenly I have an impulse to go to Yin Qing Pavilion to find myself in the dark.

I saw that I was holding a book of poetry, rising slowly and being submerged by the growing darkness. I can't see clearly. Nie Luda is still here. The night with Nie Luda, although a little timid, is suitable for that favorite poem: "You emerge from all things/filled with my soul/you are like my soul/butterfly in my dream/you are like the word melancholy."

Poetry unexpectedly makes simple moments so beautiful. Cicada is very quiet, and the air is slightly cool. Sitting in Niuxinting, listening to the clear sound of the double bridge, the sound of water is the image you can imagine at this time, or it may be the melody that matches Nie Luda's poems. After listening for a long time, I froze. There is no one else in the water. I can only let myself in. I have been walking for many years, and I think I have made such clear progress in time.

Firefly, both young people and I have seen it. Glowing insects are flying over the arch bridge in Niuxinling. When I went to look for it, there was no trace. I left the pavilion and went around to the opposite side. I looked at the pavilion through the bull's heart stone. At that time, I was young and fuzzy, and the pavilion was fuzzy. Fuzzy pavilions connect the fuzzy arch bridges on both sides. In the sound of jumping water, it is like a big bird taking off at night. Liu Guangdi, one of the six gentlemen in the Reform Movement of 1898 in the late Qing Dynasty, once said: "Two bridges and two Hong Ying, one bull's heart is eternal." The name Shuangfeige is more appropriate and more in line with the romance tonight.

"Shuangfeige", I shouted to the night, and no one heard my voice except myself. Yin Qing Night Pavilion belongs to legend. Niu Xin Niu Xin Shi resurrected the magical cow who worked hard for Emei Mountain people at night. In ancient times, Qingyin Pavilion was probably a dangerous mountain except water. The villagers want to open a flat land, although it is not easy. Cattle came to help them plow the fields, naturally to commemorate that the stone in the water is more like a heart, so it was named Niuxinling. In addition to the legendary green snake and white snake, the white water and black water that washed away rocks are even more surprising. The rocks in the depths of Yin Qing Pavilion are black and white, so I have to admire the ingenuity of nature.

At night, do I believe in geological science or legend? Night is more suitable for legends. They live, live, live, live. How many people have been to Yin Qing Pavilion, and how many people have heard of overnight swimming? In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, the monk followed in the footsteps of Sanzang and traveled back and forth for more than 60 miles every day, which was regarded as the first person to listen to water in a clear voice. Will the water he listens to and the water I listen to be the water in reincarnation? Since 1369, Zen Master Guangji took the word "Yin Qing" from the poem "Zhaoyin" written by Zuo Si, a poet in Jin Dynasty, and changed the name of the temple to "Yin Qing Pavilion", countless people must have been to Yin Qing Pavilion to listen to the underwater sound. It's just that Nie Luda has never been here. What kind of poem will he have when he comes? "The same tree falls in the same night/we are no longer here", so let's take your poem here tonight. I thought to the night, poet, if a firefly lights up, I will take you as coming.

Is it because this is a poetic night? Fireflies are really bright, flashing in the grass and moving to the pavilion? I went to the brightest place and came to the mountain road leading to Qingyin Pavilion. There are still many people waiting. I heard children's voices "stars" and many people sighed. On the hill to the right of Yin Qing Pavilion, many fireflies are flashing. I have seen fireflies, but I have never seen so many fireflies. My heart is full of joy. I called the team members: "Come and see the fireflies". But people who play cards are happy, right? They are not coming, so I can only hold Nie Luda's poems tightly with excitement. It's bright here and there, and the whole mountain stream is bright. When fireflies glow, people clap their hands and shout at the top of their lungs. Fireflies seem to understand people's applause, flashing blue like stars. Rocks, grasslands, trees, pavilions and pavilions have all become the stage of the elves, and they have obviously disappeared. It's as if someone is directing them to light and put out together. After reading Fabres's Insects, we know that females have beautiful luminous bands when they are approaching maturity, while males have taillights and wings. When the female worm twisted her flexible waist to reveal the original hidden luminous band, the male worm flew to her side, and it was time for mating. The extinction of fireflies is essentially the highest fusion of their love. "I sleep with you/all night/when the dark earth/when the living and the dead are spinning * * *", Nie Luda's poems are also given to the elves in love.

I opened Nie Luda's poetry anthology, waiting for fireflies to shine, and only saw one word: love. Then love it, love Nie Luda's love, love friends and relatives in Pinghu, Yin Qing to play cards, and love Nie Luda, a night with fireflies.