From then on, because I read this group of poems, I am more passionate and obsessed with Fuxian Lake and poetry. In a sense, it is Fuxian Lake that makes me attached to poetry, and it is Fuxian Lake that makes my spiritual life and life pursuit full and full in the dull and graceful rhythm.
Over the years, no matter how my work and life change, no matter how the world changes, my feelings for Fuxian Lake and poetry are growing day by day. It was Fuxian Lake that gave me an inexhaustible creative source, inspired me to write poems, ignited my creative passion and wrote one poem after another.
A thousand miles of smoke is better than Taihu Lake, and a pool of jasper is not polluted.
Mountains are surrounded by Cui Dai and lakes, and islands float around clear waves.
Underwater Yun Tianqing is like washing, and the fairyland in front of you is beautiful.
Plow the snow waves to the shore and try to breathe independently.
This is a seven-tone "Singing and Fuxian Lake" that I wrote a few years ago. That autumn, a group of students who had just left school jumped into the arms of Fuxian Lake. Fuxian Lake in autumn is clear and blue. A lake is so blue that I can't describe it. All the students who went together stopped to hold their breath. Really, the blue of Fuxian Lake is a rare hue between heaven and earth. The primitive beauty only found in plateau lakes exudes breathtaking beauty and is unforgettable. She is as deep as the sea without losing the romance of plateau lakes, and the charm that penetrates time and space shines in the beautiful mountains and waters, which fascinates many tourists through the ages. I haven't been to many places, but it's really rare for this masculine and feminine plateau lake. If Yang Sheng 'an, a talented man more than 400 years ago, was not exiled to Yunnan because of "discussing the ceremony", then the poet would have missed the beautiful Fuxian Lake and the plateau affair he should not have missed.
At that time, the ups and downs of Yang Sheng's peace of mind were not only the ups and downs of his official career, but also his inner anxiety about the uncertain future. However, when he stepped into the magical and beautiful Fuxian Lake, the mountain and river feast that greeted him made him suddenly put aside all the troubles in the world. In the picturesque wandering, the poet bowed independently and sang aloud:
one
Tonghai Jiangchuan Lake is clear, and you have been walking in the mirror these days.
The lonely mountain is misty, and He Xianxia hangs Chicheng.
Secondly,
The aojiang crab is available at four o'clock, and the hot pepper is full of flowers and bright moon.
Life is naturally unhappy, so why should perch envy Jiangdong?
third
Chengjiang looks like a green river, and vast tracts of smoke are green.
The natural map is better than the West Lake.
Yes, it must be the great beauty of Fuxian Lake that touched the poet living in Yunnan and made him praised as "the natural picture is better than the West Lake". At this time, when I was faced with the blue waves and clear waves surging slowly in Fuxian Lake, and the graceful egrets clinging to the lake for a while and soaring into the sky for a while, my heart surged with a strong desire to create like a poet. I recited this song "Looking at the tide?" Fuxian Lake:
Touch the fairy lying on her back, put on makeup, faint fragrance, veiled. The clouds are light and the wind is light, the sun is high, the floating light is shining, and Ying Ying falls and flies. Surrounded by flowers in the shore valley, they swept over the white sails and slanted towards the sunset. Shan Ye is vast, and several people are fishing for fire. The sound of the waves is far away and near, watching the stars and the moon retreat. The sea and sky are vast and deep, and the lonely mountain is singing. Can't see the end of the world, worry about the world, make your own tea. Let the wine fly in the air and live up to first frost this night.
Every morning, I always like to sit by the lake and watch Fuxian Lake in the morning. If it is sunny, the water of Fuxian Lake shines with thousands of golden lights in the morning, as if the sharp edges of countless swords are symphonic poetically in the morning. In the dreamy sky of the lake, there is an ancient, profound and mysterious breath. Together with the magnificence of the mountains from the sun, the images of fishermen casting nets in the morning and the songs of flocks of seagulls flying around the lake, it constitutes a beautiful picture of Hu Xian in the morning. In such a good situation, a group of my poems were also moved by Hu Xian's aura and presented on the beautiful plateau lake in the early morning when the sun rises:
one
Ten thousand golden lights touch the fairy, and a thousand words make waves.
Chunfeng wants to talk in the mountains and lakes and accompany me to do orchestral music on the boat.
Secondly,
A canoe swings in the blue sky, and the sound of oars cuts through the water and clouds.
The mountains wake up in the morning, and the waves clap purple smoke.
third
The lake is clear by the window, and the rain clears up.
Reflecting sunlight, the lake light flies up and down, instantly turning into thousands of stars.
Fourth.
The underwater sky seems to be still asleep, and the sound of oars alarmed the heron.
Fisherman's net casts the first ray of morning dew and catches the first ray of fresh in the world.
After a storm comes a calm, Fuxian Lake is rippling with blue waves and overflowing with gold. On the lake, there is a faint mist, like the breath of a awakened girl, and like a young woman dancing in spring, emitting a sultry fragrance. The rice fields and lotus fields by the lake are refreshing, and the frogs in June are very lively. The distant mountains, the nearby water, the sound of the waves, the white clouds, the flying egrets, the moored fishing boats, the weeping willows along the coast, and the smoke coming and going by the lake, not to mention the feasting, even the tourists who are not close to Fuxian Lake, are fascinating just to think about these beautiful pictures. Enjoy the landscape feast of Fuxian Lake alone, and you will inevitably feel comfortable and proud that "the scenery elsewhere is good, and the landscape here is better than Penglai". In fact, this beautiful sharing of Fuxian Lake has lagged far behind the poets of past dynasties. Li Fajia, a local celebrity in the Qing Dynasty and the governor of Hunan Province, wrote a poem "Looking at Fairy Lake", which is still fragrant:
The lake is as bright as a mirror and as clear as dust.
Waves contain the sun and the moon, and water bathes the stars.
The wind will set the fish dragon, and the spring will return to the ship.
The surrounding mountains are beautiful and the ripples are new.
I am always glad that I can grow up in such a beautiful landscape, wander in such an elegant culture, and be infiltrated and influenced by it from time to time, so that I can learn, absorb and doodle articles praising Fuxian Lake's toddler while enjoying the victory of the landscape. A set of quatrains in the aria of Fuxian Lake, as a poem I gave to Fuxian Lake every rainy afternoon, was published in the Layout of Fuxian Lake:
one
Who would put satin around the fairy lake to reflect the clear waves of the sun?
There is no wind in Lanshan, Ada, and herons are floating on fishing boats.
Secondly,
Indulge in vulgarity and watch the smoke waves in the distance.
The willows on the shore comb their hair in the wind, and the distant mountains are dyed blue in the afternoon.
third
A lotus root lake, the blue sky is like washing, and herons spin out of the water when birds fly.
After bidding farewell to the misty rain in the countryside, frogs began to croak in the rice fields again.
Fourth.
The water is blue, the sky is blue, the afternoon is long, and sometimes you can smell the fragrant rice and flowers along the coast.
The wind can't move the willows by the lake, and fish often come to play by the stones.
Fifth.
A boat with a leaf is separated by green leaves, and the herons in the depths of the lotus smell it.
After the rain clouds dispersed, only Hushan and I were around.
Whenever Hao Yue climbs the East Mountain, I wait for a long time at the peak of an isolated island in the lake, waiting for the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. At this time, the lake is quiet and peaceful, only some vague silhouettes of the surrounding peaks reveal hazy beauty. Clear waves, too, come slowly and go calmly, and everything seems so calm and calm. "There is a bright moon at the head of the lake. You are alone and blind." The bright moon in the night rippled with the gentle waves in my poems. My beautiful face is reflected in the water, the silver moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, the bright moon is clearly in front of me, beside the boat, but I can't touch her or kiss her. When I moved, she became a silver light in the lake and swayed away from me in a circle. The bright moon is somewhat affectionate, and the clear water is somewhat affectionate. Tonight is a blind date. The moon and I, me and the moon, no one needs to hide, no one needs to defend. At this time, I always listen to the lake and talk to the moon. Tired and sleepy, just have a good sleep with the waves and moonlight. In the artistic conception created by Fuxian Lake, I lingered for a long time, but I didn't feel enough to follow. By the very moonlight, I gave "Fuxian Lake to the Moon" to the peerless beauty of Guanghan Palace:
The jade plate, which had been waiting for a long time by the river, slowly came out of Dongshan.
Only when Gui Ling shines on Kun can the starry night burn?
This affection keeps me going. Who can eat such a beautiful scenery?
When I was young and old, I was ashamed to take a bath alone.
The surging waves of Fuxian Lake are stirring the climax of my poetry creation day by day. I was born and raised by the lake. It was the clear water of Fuxian Lake that nurtured me, and it was Fuxian Lake that gave me the aura and talent of writing. In this way, my life has been opened to the hall of spiritual hope. I can learn rich nutrients from the works of poets who chanted Fuxian Lake in previous dynasties and enrich my wings flying in a poetic country.
Looking back on the past years, my heart is full of deep gratitude to Fuxian Lake. As a lake brewed by God, she not only benefited the people, but also gave everything generously and selflessly. With her unique depth, breadth and love, she nourished the literati of past dynasties and gave them an inexhaustible source of creation. Through poems, articles, calligraphy, painting, artistic photography and other different forms, she praised the beautiful mountains and rivers, or sprinkled the beauty of lakes and mountains, or fixed the beauty of heaven and earth, so that the artistic scrolls created around Fuxian Lake would last forever.
Fuxian Lake, a beautiful lake, a poetic lake, a lake that fascinates me!