Snow
Tiangong Jianshui, the cosmic floating flowers, taste it, there are four beauties: falling to the ground silently, quiet; staining clothes, not stained, clean; high and low, even, even Also; the cave curtain covers it, and it is bright. It is appropriate to have long pines and bamboos, old plum blossoms and flakes of rocks; strange rocks (líng) and céng (céng), deep forests and graceful trees; cold rivers far away from the lake, small bridges on the broken banks; ancient temples with layers of hills, sparse fences and secluded paths; old men fishing with straw raincoats, and poets riding jian ( jiǎn) x is looking for poetry; having a drink and chatting, the high-rise building is roaring; smoke is floating from the tea stove on the bow of the boat, and the black eyebrows are holding candles on the seats; old monks are sitting opposite each other, and the rhyme masters are casually commenting; wearing crane cloaks (chǎng) walking in the garden, royal mink fur , climb the mountains and rivers. In such a situation, why is Emei a thousand feet away?
——Selected from "Selected Selection of Mingwen·Leisure Appreciation"
When God moves the scissors, flowers are flying everywhere in the universe in an instant. Feel it calmly. It has four kinds of beauty: quietly falling to the ground, and silence Silent and quiet; gently touching the clothes, not stained, clean; high and low, even, no more, no less, even; vast, covering each other, bright. With the snow as the background, look at the vigorous pine trees, slender bamboos, jagged rocks, and solitary winter plums. What a beautiful scene! From a distance, the vast river surface is filled with cold air; from a closer look, the ancient embankment and quiet bridge appear. There are also ancient temples and deep paths on the mountainside. How beautiful all of this is in the snow! The old man was wearing a raincoat and fishing alone in the cold river. The literati asked a few friends to ride on donkeys to look for plum blossoms and write poems. Or drink two glasses of wine and chat about ordinary things, or when you feel like it, you can scream to the sky and recite poems. There is a small boat on the river, with smoke floating from the tea stove in the bow and a light-headed woman sitting on the seat, drinking wine to cheer up. The old monk is sitting across from him, and the rhymes are making comments. In such an elegant mood, I put on the crane cloak and mink fur and go to the garden to enjoy the snow and the mountains and rivers. Go and hang out.
With this style and beauty, why must we go to Mount Emei!