Fan Zhongyan painted us a picture full of dialectical dynamics with several poems and a draft. Today, the painting is still there, and the water and clouds are still rippling. However, the scenery we see is not as good as before. Once upon a time, the turbid waves were flying, once upon a time, it was full of weather, once upon a time, it was sunny and cloudy. This cave has not changed, and at first glance, it is a vast expanse; This article has not changed, and the rhyme is sonorous. However, this kind of rhetoric scene is very different from the inner heart, not to mention the scenery we saw or didn't see.
Yes, I don't care about what I don't like. I say it casually, but it's hard to do.
See the scenery with whom, or with you? I hold your hand and feel this different scenery in the way of temperature.
You said, the world is really big, and we always rely on the blind to touch the elephant to explore. Sometimes complacent and self-righteous; Sometimes frustrated and hopeless. "I said," sometimes, I am the world, and sometimes, the world is you. So is the scenery. "-take you to see the scenery. It is more important to see the scenery with whom and in what way; Experienced, even if you can't reach the finish line or the other side, as long as you have experienced it, it will last forever. It is based on this that "take you" or "you take me" can see the real scenery.
Ah, what a mental journey this is! -there is no time, no place, only endless journey, just you and me ... looking at the epiphyllum flowers, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, reading the wordless nature, thinking about the empty wilderness ... recording this moment with pictures and hearts.
2. Poet fairy, Taibai eulogizes nature with the most attractive Chinese.
Walk with the poet, hold your unruly head high, wander the mountains and rivers of Wan Li with a broad and profound mind, swallow the rain and dew of Wushan Mountain, hide the scenery and show the mountains and rivers, put on a robe and a white shirt, insert a feather fan, and walk on a horse-like the wind, enjoy yourself ... Go to Ma Rufei when you are happy, look for it when you are sad, be depressed when you are depressed, and enjoy it when you are injured.
Yes, with Liu Yuxi's bamboo branches, wearing the poet's sword to fight the world of mortals, listening to the lingering intoxication of Jia Dao knocking at the door, watching the poetic heroism in Xiangshan Zuige, visiting the three mountains and five mountains that the poet can't reach, and exploring the tranquility of the crystal stone in its stream, the king, or the love of Miluo River. Come for singing and dancing, go for wine and food, because the meaning of drunkenness is not wine. Even if you are drunk on the battlefield, you won't laugh. Who cares how much wine we drink? We feel unhappy and we are separated from each other. ...
Drunk at the foot of Emei Mountain, the shadow of the years is crushed in the delicate silver light of Pingqiang Moon, immersed in the romantic expression of Shuiyue in hand and full of flowers; In the mountains and rivers that are hard to touch the sky, in the sigh touched by hands, and in the fairy shadow of the moonlight, my shadow and I reached Yanhe. From this perspective, even poets can sing. Even if I imprison him in Kuya for nine days, even if I break three thousand small handleless wine cups, even if I carry a river full of wine. Taibai, with the most beautiful poems, recites the beautiful scenery in his rhyme. He brought us the most romantic journey of soul soaring. So, travel with Li Bai and be romantic with Shi Xian. Poetic temperament is always associated with psychedelic, magnificent, beautiful and simple. The so-called poet's pen, not the mirror image that poets expect human beings to have.
How beautiful the scenery is and how drunk it is. Very poetic.
Ah, what a mental journey this is! -there is no time, no place, only endless journey, just you and me ... looking at the epiphyllum flowers, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, reading the wordless nature, thinking about the empty wilderness ... recording this moment with pictures and hearts.
3, full of painstaking efforts, hiking with the painter.
Travel with painters, take the whole country, dye all the white hair, walk over 3,000 iron shoes, cross broken bridges and flowing water, clean the kitchen and smoke, adjust ink, invite moonlight to write, invite Wushan to render, and smear in the sun.
Copying Zhao Mengfu's "Tao Te Ching" with Gu Kaizhi's "Luo Shen Fu Tu"; The sky is a drawing board, and the sun, the moon and the stars are all landscapes; Taking the earth as a picture, all clouds and snow are wolves howling; Taking reality as virtual, all illusions are secular; Taking the virtual as the true, everything in the past is a cloud. Please come here with eight bachelors and watch Wu Daozi leave smartly. Please ask Xu Beihong to ride on his flying horse and ask Qi Baishi to send transparent shrimp. Plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, poetry, wine, flowers and tea are all different. Gu Teng, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and running water are as far away as they are-and painting outside mountains and rivers, affection between mountains and rivers-is not strength, not ink, but tears, sweat and blood. ...
Whether it is dragon and phoenix dance or paper back; Xuan paper turned into snow all over the sky, and the case solidified for thousands of years. Freehand brushwork is not the world itself, but the painter's heart and spirit. When flying, the dust rolled and he was no longer in the world of mortals. When he was down and out, he was an old vine, long gone with the running water, paper calcified into clouds, and his heart condensed into eternity. Painters, rolling all kinds of poems, hobbled away.
Even a few lines of square characters, horizontal, vertical, left and right; Regular script, official script, cursive script, Liu Ti swaying-this landscape, this landscape, this natural color, and the black and white two-color rendering of indelible rice paper returning to nature, perhaps, the combing of time has fixed the misty rain of bridges, flowing water, peaks and strange trees. In the study with only pen and ink left, there is only a lovely Yan Ruyu left in the back of grinding time.
Ah, what a mental journey this is! -there is no time, no place, only endless journey, just you and me ... looking at the epiphyllum flowers, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, reading the wordless nature, thinking about the empty wilderness ... recording the mood of this moment with pictures and hearts.
4. Looking for the key to life in Qiping maze.
Traveling with Qiu Yi, the sky is round, the ground is flat, black and white is chess day and night, the stars are scattered, and the clouds are numerous.
Without children, all the chess games are full of blood, without saying a word, all the words are in hand. Not a life story, but a chess sigh; Life is not like chess, on the other hand, it is better to be a clean and transparent chess piece full of eternal life. Everyone says that there is no same game in the world. Why is it the same waste? The same story and the same ending have different connotations: sigh and joy, bitterness and sweetness, success or failure and gain or loss, trap and solution; Am I a chess player or a chess player? If you make a mistake, you will hate the ages and take a step back. We play with the familiar world of mortals in chess, but we clearly see ourselves outside the world of mortals. Look at other people's happiness, achieve your own suffering, listen to other people's stories and express your own thoughts. We are not as numb as sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, as in purgatory; We should redefine ourselves, not redefine ourselves.
Perhaps, all the choices are not because of the achievements of others' scenery, but because of the deliberate scenery since the enlightenment. It's better to win or lose, or to have sex; Making a cup of tea, warming a glass of wine and meeting a chess player is an eternal scenery. The scenery is clear and vivid in front of us. I just don't know if it's because of this life game
Raise your hand, time freezes, say nothing, to the extreme.
Ah, what a mental journey this is! -there is no time, no place, only endless journey, just you and me ... looking at the epiphyllum flowers, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, reading the wordless nature, thinking about the empty wilderness ... recording this moment with pictures and hearts.
5. Human geography is the most exquisite business card.
Xu Xiake's Notes on Water Classics does not annotate the wonders of mountains and rivers; But the size of the world. This is not about Fiona Fang and Kyushu, but about vast resources. Mountains are connected, and water and water are the same. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. This geography and humanities, this landscape, are not used to follow the map, not to find fish by trees, not to seek swords by carving boats, not to make flowers by wonderful pens.
Being there is better than being there. Might as well retire. Tao spent his whole life looking for the Peach Blossom Garden in his dream, but he painted a clean Eden. Martin and Poirot used the most psychedelic "guide book" to let the world know about the country within a country from now on, and they have been eyeing it since then; Ambition and greed, plunder and destruction are twins. It is difficult for you to know the world, but it is easy for the world to know you. Shi Xuanzang's voluminous Records of the Western Regions of Datang shows us the way to seek "Tao" and a completely different interpretation of "Tao". Pay attention to the flowers of culture and thought on the other side of the Tao? Or pay attention to the scenery along the way? Attention is the premise; Care is a causal relationship. We got lost in the darkness on the road of eastern and western cultures and went astray from now on.
Perhaps, the most beautiful poem is the cycle from the beginning of a trip to a dream, the simplest hint, and the most exquisite business card or trademark.
So, don't be curious about travel. Every time you go hiking, you meet not the last wish, but the next expectation. The best thing is not what you see, but what you meet, not the short-term joy after arriving at your destination, but all the dreams you weave in the process. More people get lost and collapse in curiosity and disappointment.
A fragile heart and a weak body are not suitable for traveling, even the simplest walk, let alone hiking.
The most important thing is to appreciate Li Bai's unrestrained journey. He saw all the beautiful things we were eager to see, and he had a thick and mellow white taste. What I don't appreciate most is Du Fu's escape. Every scenic spot is not to entertain the saddest and most frustrated poet.
Ah, what a mental journey this is! -there is no time, no place, only endless journey, just you and me ... looking at the epiphyllum flowers, listening to the sound of fallen leaves, reading the wordless nature, thinking about the empty wilderness ... recording this moment with pictures and hearts.