An article by Li Bai, Song Shanyi and the Preface of Danqiu Mountain, is fascinating. He tied up his long hair, wore purple clothes and wore a sword around his waist, and ran to the Woods.
"Home in Wei Zi, the wind. Kuang Huaidan Qiu Zhi, rushing to enjoy loneliness. " Singing fairy-like poems, the voice dispersed, and suddenly a snow-white deer appeared in the Woods.
Its horns are bright and clean, and its branches are scattered, like fairies in trees and sea corals. It has a delicate figure, snow-white fur, clear eyes, such as the clear moon, and has not been dyed red by earthly fireworks.
The mottled sunset scatters vague shadows around, and the light and shadow are intertwined with the green hills and forests. At the foot of the mountain, the stream is gurgling and foggy.
White deer sometimes stands quietly with its head down, sometimes jumps lightly, sometimes breathes the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the mountains, and sometimes hides in the shadows of mountains.
"But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan." It is a beast in the ancient Classic of Mountains and Seas? This is a white deer. It can't be placed between green cliffs. It, but is anyone destined to explore this famous mountain?
I approached it carefully, for fear of disturbing it and breaking up the fate.
He looked up at me, his eyelashes quivered slightly, and when his eyes met mine, his hind hoof stepped heavily on the stone road, or communicated with me, or told me to move forward.
I see, lifted the purple robe, jumped up, rode boldly, touched its mysterious horn, touched its snow-white hair, and then patted its back hard-go! Set out for Wei Zi-
Flying hoofs are like flying snow, and it's cold all the way out.
Hoof hooves, night breeze blowing gently, white deer carrying me flying in the twilight, "yes-yes-yes", rippling hooves, through the smoky twilight, through the vast Yuan Ye, through the dark jungle.
In the forest, there are stars. It flies tirelessly, and my purple dress, sword, deer's eyes and snow-white hooves twinkle under the starlight.
Open your sleepy eyes, ah! Suddenly, I remembered the deer. When did I fall asleep on its back? When did it take me to the bottom of this blue cliff? When it left quietly, without a trace. ...
The crisp birdsong, like washing out of a mountain stream, broke my confusion. Following the birdsong, I saw the mountains stretching for dozens of miles, and the peaks in front of them were isolated and went straight into the sky.
Here, is it Wei Zi in Li Bai's poems?
Looking around, this area is surrounded by beautiful peaks and ancient trees. Sunrise shines through emeralds, morning mist and birdsong.
Xia Guang, floor by floor. Purple, purple powder, orange, orange, golden red, blue purple ... soft, light, fresh and clean, just like a fairyland.
Soon, the colorful light faded away layer by layer and disappeared. In the sight of sunset, purple clouds are rising again, and the light is ethereal in the sky, lingering on peaks and falling rocks. There is a red cliff under Yunfeng, as red as rouge, echoing Ziyun purple light from a distance.
I stare blankly at the emptiness and joy in my heart. Only the sky and mountains can see it, and only ancient trees and woodbirds can tell it.
"Home in Wei Zi, the wind. Kuang Huaidan Qiu Zhi, rushing to enjoy loneliness. "
to be continued