1. Standing on the banks of the Xiajiang River to see the autumn water
Du Fu wrote the famous Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity in Kuimen, which were highly praised by scholars and poetry lovers of all ages. Liu Xing, a native of the Three Gorges, also wrote a set of thoughts about reading three years ago. Therefore, in the autumn night, the "Autumn Night Star Talk" written by Liu Xing of the Three Gorges also started from here.
When Du Fu recorded his daily feelings in the form of a "poetic blog" in Kuimen, Du Fu wrote about one third of his existing poems in the Three Gorges. When almost all people and regions are borrowing the aura of celebrities, seeking worldly economic benefits for their disdainful children and grandchildren, and using local human resources and natural resources to overexploit and sell them cheaply, who is willing to enter an ordinary courtyard in the depths of the Three Gorges and read these works with such peace of mind? Du Fu, however, never thought that his "poetic blog posts" would make him a "poetic saint" in one fell swoop. I know that these names are not his final conscious expectation.
to be honest, it is easy to walk into Du Fu, but difficult to understand Du Fu. In the impetuous world, it is a miracle to be able to read these poems with peace of mind. I only marveled at "why did I read it", and read the poems of Du Fu who was stranded in the Three Gorges. Apart from the same place and the same season, I think there is another thing, that is, "grass roots." Sina Ding Qizhen's essay Du Fu's Humor wrote that "Du Fu's humor is first-class just as he is honored as a poet saint, and he can be called the most humorous poet in the history of China literature". Liu Xing of the Three Gorges disagreed, and then commented that "Du Fu's most humorous thing is that when Liu Yuxi was appointed as Kuizhou 6 years later, he didn't say a few words about Du Fu's poems". With this humor. Du Fu's poems, Du Fu's autumn, only exist in the autumn scenery of the Three Gorges, such as Autumn Prosperity.
The bleak autumn wind sends the sound of smashing clothes
From the majestic Baidicheng
Why are the children of Bashu still busy
Is it just a distant war
—— Liu Xing of the Three Gorges
His autumn and the poet's autumn are always sentimental. This kind of sadness is not only about though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure and and spring comes green again to trees and grasses, but also the embarrassing status quo of "when you don't work with me and your destiny can't be violated". It is a charming landscape for girls in the south of the Yangtze River to wash by the Qinhuai River, but Du Fu can't see such a landscape, and even if he does, he turns a blind eye. He only listened, and he heard the crisp sound of the hammer beating on the bluestone board. And this sound is reflected back because of the mountain wall between Kuimen and the shore, becoming a familiar and unfamiliar, monotonous and reverberating sound. Speaking of such a plot, Liu Xing remembered that he had such an experience when he was a child, beating my poor but unrestrained childhood with a hammer on a huge bluestone board. Qinglingling river, rushing water, occasional trackers with heavy steps from the side, and village girls with flat backs. Yes, hard work, simplicity, poverty and simplicity have created the honest and simple folk customs along this river. This is the autumn water of the Three Gorges 3 years ago, 3 years ago and 1,5 years ago.
writing, a Du Fu who can only use poetry. So I live lonely in the Three Gorges, in the autumn of the Three Gorges, and beside Liu Xing in the Three Gorges, just like my neighbors, elders, a kind "Xiajiang person" and a "refugee" who can knock on the door at any time. And this is the prosperous Tang Dynasty of the Anshi Rebellion, which is far from the cultural center, but it happened that the waterway of the Three Gorges was destined to become a clarinet playing poetry. This melody is more tragic and choked because of the autumn of the Three Gorges.
Therefore, it is very meaningful to read the Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity. Writing this article is not for textual research, nor for academic purposes, but only to restore some fragments in his writing through time and space. My fragments are one-sided, and I can only release Qiu's language in my own way.
In the same season, thinking for thousands of years, the passing water can't take away all the memories. Yes, it's the water in front of us, the water in a vast soup, and the water full of water conservancy and energy. We clearly saw different miracles. Yes, this miracle is "Three Gorges Pinghu". Experts' suggestions and people's voices don't need us to talk about it. All I know is that for ten years, the water level of the Yangtze River flooded 175 meters above sea level for the first time in the Three Gorges area. This is a miracle. There is at least one miracle, that is, my childhood, my hometown, my folks, the miracle of missing traces. Childhood gave fresh fish, hometown gave yellowed photo albums, and villagers sent them to all parts of the motherland ... I dare not judge whether there is a miracle of Dujiangyan built by Li Bing and his son in Chengdu Plain, because it is not "blocking"; Nor can we compare the criticism of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, because it is not "blocking".
In the autumn season of the Three Gorges, the green trees on the shore can't actually see the fatigue of the last autumn, but the clear water above the water is particularly quiet in the autumn wind. At this moment, this autumn wind is walking gently on the water, hardly taking away any information. This autumn wind, there is no summer heat, no spring surprise, and no winter biting.
Autumn in the Three Gorges, like the hair of a mature beauty, exudes a charming atmosphere. What is expected to change or has changed is people's mood and even desire. Time, from the short-term point of view, seems to be very long, from the midline point of view, it seems to be unusually long, but in the long run, it is just very short. When we are sighing in a hurry, when we are busy with life, when we are sad and silent in regret, when we look back on the road we have traveled, glory or garland, sorrow or suffering are ruthlessly disappeared by the water of time.
For example, when I guess Du Fu's time, I say "the face of the moon".
Flowers bloom on the stone, and the lines of vines are lifelike
The river reaches for the moon, and the reeds sway in disorder
Sigh life, and when sighing, you can't keep running water in a hurry
It's even harder to stay, and you can't touch the face of the moon between nostalgia
-Liu Xing of the Three Gorges
The moon doesn't come out, and it's rare to take a picture. When people can only pin all their worries on the distant moon, it is also the beginning of dreams and helplessness. When the "Chang 'e II" that our ancestors expected flew again, the world has changed its face. The face of the moon is no longer still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. If in the past we were imaginary in myth and dreamy in childhood, then we are now living in real falsehood.
Autumn in my heart is also stationed in Qiu Li of the Three Gorges. Standing on the bank of the Three Gorges, looking at the wide Gaoxia Lake, you can see everywhere, except for the green water, which is full of green hills. The vegetation on the mountain is unusually intact. It used to be called "Changjiang Forest Farm", but now it is renamed "Leader Forest". In order to update the "leader forest", we were "actively" donated, from students to villagers. Actually, according to my father, 5 years ago, the vegetation along the bank was more prosperous. Even the huge pine trees and cypresses needed several people to embrace each other ...
At night, the stars in the Three Gorges are like the eyes of a girl in her prime, and these eyes are sometimes in the sky, the angular sky is bright and intelligent, and sometimes they jump into the water of the Three Gorges Pinghu in a naughty way, making them crystal-clear pearls.
At this moment, in the autumn wind, in the Three Gorges, a chess fan, Liu Xing of the Three Gorges, is weaving "Star Talk of Autumn Night" in the Sina blog space named Chess Friends Culture Inn.
Second, Bashan Shushui rose in the autumn pool
It was written in the middle of the night of October 25th, 21. Today and tomorrow, the water level of "Gaoxia Pinghu" reached the highest altitude of 175m for the first time, which is a record.
"Quiet thinking, passionate language-this is the Three Gorges".
when I say this silently in my heart, it is the Three Gorges in the late autumn in the twilight. At the moment, facing the mighty and calm river, facing today's grandeur, facing yesterday's thin Sichuan River, facing the dark landscape, the silent night and the brightly lit and prosperous city, this is the most abundant and tense autumn water presented to us for the first time after the Three Gorges became a spectacular Pinghu.
I used to lament the picturesque mountains and green waters, but now the lake is clearly green; I once lamented the original ecological grandeur of leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, but at this moment it is the vastness of while I watch the long river always rolling on. I, on the other hand, am witnessing her charm and sailing quietly from her generous chest. Yes, it's a brand-new voyage, not a trip here and never look back.
When the water level of Pinghu in Gaoxia reaches the historical elevation of 175 meters above sea level, what remains unchanged is the green hills, but what changes is your own mood. Oh, no, it's not a mood, but an excitement I can't hide. This kind of excitement is three points of joy, three points of sadness and three points of helplessness of immigrants, leaving one point, that is, unforgettable memories.
yes, facing the familiar and unfamiliar rivers and the towering and handsome mountains, I saw the shy red leaves of Wushan hiding in the depths of the forest and smelled the charming fragrance of orange Baidi Kuiyou. I am surprised at the gorgeous colors of nature, but also ashamed to sigh the poverty of my vocabulary. Roses, grapes, olives, amber ... The red color of roses is the last makeup in the western heaven, the purple color of grapes is the vastness of distant mountains, the green color of olives is the forest between the shores, and the beauty of amber reflects the clear mind on the water.
The autumn waters of the Three Gorges Lake in Manjiang River did not come from the sky, nor did they come from the pouring of summer rain. It's not because the autumn rain arrived at midnight last night, and it was as quiet as the footsteps of love; Nor is it because of the painful memory of Kuimen after being locked for thousands of years. Being by the river, my heart is under the water. Below the water level is my most familiar childhood and childhood-like home. No, the familiar home has become an eternal memory, wrapped in Jinsha, and now the water has risen, which has also raised my mood. Ren Qiuyu fermented my memory in details: the handsome Three Gorges belong to Li Daoyuan's water sutra, the arduous Three Gorges belong to the ballad of a tracker, the romantic Three Gorges belong to Liu Yuxi's last poet's bamboo branch, and the chic Three Gorges belong to Li Taibai's bamboo raft that just bid farewell to colorful clouds. Blowing in the melody of the historical palace merchants' horns, returning to the atmosphere of cultural piano, chess, calligraphy and poetry.
ah, it's history and culture; It is not only accumulation, but also new music.
At this moment, a dark, rumbling sound around me made the computer desk slightly vibrate. I don't know, is it the tremor of the earth by the river at your feet? Or is it from the shock of the mighty autumn waters of the Three Gorges in the depths of my heart? Anyway, this shock began in the early morning.
I'm not a tourist, and I'm not looking for romance with a pleasing mind. Those tourists who come from afar will never feel my love for the Three Gorges in autumn. Although Su Dongpo once lamented that he was "only in this mountain", I clearly felt the complacency of Tao Qian's return to the pastoral place "under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums". The autumn waters of the Three Gorges will not be sad because of Li Shangyin's "refusing to talk about evening rain" or because of Du Fu's "while I watch the long river always rolling on"; It will not be resentful because the cuckoo cries blood, nor will it be agitated because of "the high gorge comes out of Pinghu". This, everything, is poured into the narrow Three Gorges, which is destined to achieve the energy of this lake.
the night is deeper and the moon is full. On my way home from repairing the sink in the depths of the forest, from the gap of the bamboo forest, there are lamps swimming on the cruise ship. I turned around and repaired bamboo, and the scenery suddenly opened up. I can't help but blurt out that "the mountains are as wide as Ping Ye, and and the moon comes running up the river". Yes, today's Gaoxia Pinghu is clearly and truly displayed in front of my eyes. That's the artistic conception that Du Fu has been searching for thousands of times. It's the most perfect season of the Three Gorges all year round, and it's the most graceful picture of energy and original ecology ... This is the most magnificent picture of the Three Gorges Autumn because of the Pinghu Lake in Gaoxia, and I am in the picture.
Yes, only in autumn can the beauty of the Three Gorges be displayed more calmly. The beauty of this autumn is not only because of the Three Gorges Red Leaves, nor because of the Three Gorges Good Man, but because of the naked return of nature to the Three Gorges after the "Three Gorges Million Immigrants". At this moment, although I am already "comfortable and tired, the sound of water and insects and birds singing", I am still happy to turn on the computer and write down the most beautiful and abundant poems of the Three Gorges in autumn water.
Quiet thinking and passionate language-this is the Three Gorges. Yes, Qiu Shui of the Three Gorges is thinking in his own quiet way, and is also brewing a passionate generate-that is, it comes from ancient times, from culture, and more from the Three Gorges today.
Third, if Qiu and Chun are lovers
It was once said that Chun and Qiu are sisters. Then, in the spring of being a sister, walking beautifully in the fields, and in the autumn of being a sister, the rich and colorful money is enough. In the former, we see more sunshine and hope, while in the latter, we see more mature back and charm. This emotion is entangled in enthusiasm and calmness, vigor and maturity, childishness and dignity. There is no absolute love, and there is no absolute disgust. The only choice depends on your mentality and time. Only when facing the right person at the right time and place.
What if Qiu and Chun are lovers?
at this moment, spring and autumn are coming together. Spring and autumn at this time are not sisters, but lovers.
If Qiu and Chun are lovers. That's a different scene. In the season of love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, autumn will really hold hands with spring. Only the hand in hand between spring and autumn is the most rare pair of bosom friends. Among them, the joy has been rejoicing in the spring season and Tao Tao in the autumn season. Yes, Qiushui is a person and a lover in love.
look back. Autumn is so nostalgic for yesterday. Yes! Who is intoxicated by "spring scenery is thicker than wine"? Who is brewing a bumper oil painting in the "grass color is far away but there is no"? Who is eavesdropping on the love story of "two Huang Liming Cui Liu"? Who cares about the chagrin that "the garden can't be closed in spring"?
Among them, the farthest distance is the fiery season. The days of love are full of changes and novelty every day. The spring water is full of happy love songs, and the spring hills are beautifully dressed, walking around happily, walking on the braids of willows, walking in the dedication of birds, and walking into the jealousy of flowers. Autumn, on the other hand, matures, enriches, exposes naked tendons, thinks with mature and wise mountain eyebrows, likes to meditate on the vast wilderness in the sunset, and writes notes on wise landscapes with the length of autumn wind and the shock of reaching people's hearts. Therefore, the love in spring and autumn is the broad-mindedness of "sunset and lonely Qi Fei" and the free and easy of "as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine".
If Qiu and Chun are lovers.
I like the warm sunshine in autumn, which always makes my mood dance in the crisp blue sky in autumn. And you are the golden ear of wheat in autumn. Spring water is so lyrical about autumn rain.
yes, Qiu, remembering the road we walked together, I certainly care about the spring breeze and being proud of the autumn scenery. In the dusk, the autumn colors reflected by the autumn moon are as sly as eyes in the water of Xiajiang River.
Therefore, when I see how beautiful your season is, I always have more reverie, and I can't help becoming a poet, a poet with thickness, depth and wisdom.