I am in Hotan, Xinjiang.
This jade in my hand has its own language.
so, what is jade saying?
I read the essence of heaven and earth from the jade language. Xu Shen in the Han Dynasty said in Shuo Wen Jie Zi: "Jade is the beauty of stone." Geologically, jade is a beautiful mineral. Hetian jade, for example, refers to a jade mine distributed in Kunlun Mountain, China, which is formed by the contact between magnesium marble and intermediate-acid magma. Therefore, jade is a masterpiece of nature. Produced in the mountains, it has experienced the collision of mountains, the impact of rivers, the shining of the sun and the moon, and the tempering of wind, frost, rain and snow. Under the influence of the essence of heaven and earth, this "beautiful stone" can finally be formed. In the novel A Dream of Red Mansions, the "psychic Baoyu" held by Jia Baoyu when he was born is said to be a stone left over from The goddess patching the sky, which absorbed the essence of heaven and earth over time and finally became a beautiful jade. Hetian jade, which is regarded as the top grade of jade, comes from the Kunlun Mountains, which is known as the "ancestor of thousands of mountains" in Chinese culture, and has experienced the Millennium scouring and polishing of the Yulong Kashi River. It is in the embrace of the sacred mountain, nourished by the spiritual water, that the combination of mountains and rivers breeds high-quality Hetian jade.
from the jade language, I trace back to time and history. Jade, after thousands of years of natural evolution, is the product of time and an ancient symbol. A piece of jade contains the lost time; In a piece of jade, all the skin color, Qin color and even cracks are the traces of time, carved by time. People feel the time from a piece of jade, and also walk into a period of history from a piece of jade. In today's unearthed cultural relics, the proportion of jade is quite high. Through jade, people discover the social connotation of an era.
In fact, smart people in China have long recognized the value of this natural substance, and made them into various appliances, which are used in daily life or worn to decorate themselves. In the first half of this year, at the "Special Exhibition to Commemorate the 4th Anniversary of Archaeological Excavation of the Women's Tomb in Yin Ruins" held in the Capital Museum, all kinds of jade unearthed in the Women's Tomb in Yin Ruins were amazing in quantity and exquisite workmanship. Most of these jades are Hetian jade, including ritual vessels, ceremonial objects, tools, household utensils, decorations and miscellaneous objects, which have become an important basis for people to inspect the culture and life of Shang society.
from the jade language, I am looking for the footprints of civilization. Everyone knows the world-famous "Silk Road", but few people know that there is also a "Jade Road". Some experts speculate that jade trade plays an important role in the cultural exchanges between the East and the West. The earliest media for cultural and commercial exchanges between China's border areas and the Central Plains, the East and the West is jade, and the "Jade Road" is the predecessor of the "Silk Road". Hotan is not only an important town on the south road of the Silk Road, but also the center of the Jade Road. As the saying goes, "Jade is mined in Khotan, and jade comes out of the Jade River", which is the ancient name of Hotan in Khotan. It is not difficult to imagine what a lively scene Hotan was thousands of years ago, because jade and various races shuttled here, and different cultures collided and exchanged here. Time has passed, and things have changed. Nowadays, the countries of Jingjue, Ronglu, Jimi and Qule have been swallowed up by the vast desert, the prosperous towns have been submerged in the sand sea of Taklimakan, and the exquisite pagoda temple has only been left in ruins. However, there are rare sites and a large number of precious archaeological discoveries in this land, which clearly show people the brilliant civilization of yesterday.
from the jade language, I savor the beauty of traditional culture. As pure as ice and pure as jade, as a jade tree, as a jade leaf with a golden branch, as a jade tree with a small family, as a jade tree with a delicate fragrance, and as a jade tree with a round bead ... In the traditional culture of China, there are probably few idioms related to one substance. Among Chinese characters, there are many words "Xieyupang", such as Jue, Huan, Ke, Lin, Qi, Jun, Yu, Yao, Xuan, Jin and Lu ... Most of them are related to jade. It can be seen how much the ancients appreciated jade and how much they preferred jade.
It's no wonder, because the quality of jade is so consistent with the character respected in China traditional culture. Jade is moist, quiet, peaceful, exquisite and elegant ... full of Chinese beauty, showing the charm of oriental aesthetics. Thus, extending from jade, there are patriotic national integrity, unity and friendship, perfect moral realm and enterprising spirit. Even the ideal personality of the ancients is the temperament and connotation of pursuing "a gentleman is as gentle as jade". As the saying goes: jade is not cut, it is not a tool. Jade is often closely related to human beings in the form of jade, and from jade to jade, it embodies the spirit of great country craftsmen in another dimension-the beauty of jade carving technology.
"Jade doesn't say that everyone knows it, but it was once known through the grass." Can jade speak? In fact, jade is silent. Is Yu silent? Listen, jade's soul is in the language.
In Hotan, Xinjiang, you meet jade all the time. So, I read jade, only to find that I can't finish reading it. Jade language is broad, broad to all-encompassing; Jade language is profound and profound, with infinite meaning and rhyme. Because jade contains beauty, history, culture and civilization-and these are the eternal spiritual exploration and immortal spiritual pursuit of people? Fan Xiaoqing, a writer, put it well in the article "Talking about Jade": "Jade is a kind of material, but also a kind of spirit, which exists in reality and even in people's hearts".
The language of jade actually lies in people's understanding of jade.
the language of jade is the language of people. The essay Zhou Ji Fan Wen 2
Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward regardless, so a series of footprints are left behind them. I have to say "no" to these, and I have to walk backwards. Walking backwards, I can see the footprints I left-the scenery that was once forgotten.
walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. Once we were classmates * * * reading, once we had fun, once we had a storm. Parting days, sparse raindrops, so ruthlessly hit our faces. We were still so stubborn that we never said goodbye. In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction where there was no intersection. Leaving only the tears of raindrops. At that moment, it was confusion.
walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think and think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to understand and understand the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, feel the joys and sorrows ... When I realized that these are signs of maturity, that moment was a surprise.
walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness, without too many reasons. It is happiness to walk quietly through the streets with your companions; It is happiness to enjoy the moon with my family on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Happiness is just plain, without flowery words and incisive language, only a little peace, peace of mind. I found that I had happiness, and I left happy footprints. At that moment, it was beautiful.
deep footprints, deep footprints. Footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a series of footprints. From these footprints, we can see different scenery and find the most beautiful once. Prose Weekly Model essay 3
Life is like a glass bottle. Only when we constantly add various colors to it will our life be rich and colorful.
Fourteen years ago in a hospital: "Look! Look! Come out! Come out! It's a female doll! " "Show me, show me. Looking at the small nose and mouth, it's so cute! " "hey! It's ugly how this newborn child looks like this. " "When you were born, weren't you so ugly?" ..... With a cry, I went to this happy family to report it. As a result, there are many festive reds in the glass bottle.
Ten years ago at home: "Dad, Mom, today the teacher praised me, and the teacher said I was very good." "The baby is great! Go! Mom will buy you something delicious. " "hmm." So, I took my parents by the hand and added some warm orange to the glass bottle.
Six years ago, a section in physical education class said, "Let's play!" "Ok, than what?" "8 meters." "yes." "I am the referee! I'll be the referee! Ready ... Run! " "Come on! Come on! " ..... "yeah! I won! " "I refuse to accept it, compare it again!" So, I ran breathlessly on the track and didn't forget to add some indomitable yellow to the glass bottle.
Four years ago in the library: "..." So, quietly reading, I sprinkled a handful of quiet green in the glass bottle.
When I came to a new environment a year ago, I said, "You ...". Hello, I'm a new classmate. Can we be friends? " "Of course." So, while I made new friends, there was a brave cyan in the glass bottle.
at home half a year ago: "There are many balloons at home, what's the use? ..... Better use them as masks! " So, I stuck the paper on the balloon, made various masks, and added creative blue to the glass bottle.
a week ago, when I was reviewing for the exam with my friends at my friend's house, a tense purple color appeared in my glass bottle.
Take out the glass bottle in memory, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple … There are so many colors now! But isn't this like our life? There is joy, warmth, calmness and nervousness ... so that it can become colorful!
But this is only a part of our growth. We need more colors to fill it, don't we? On entering the campus, I saw your humble figure. You silently crouched in every corner of the campus. Your simple appearance made many people ignore you, but you still silently provided them with the way forward.
If you make progress, you will make progress. Your strong arms and stalwart body silently supported many people who made progress. You crouched there, without asking anyone to thank you and repay you. You just silently supported them, ushered in a batch of students and watched over a batch of talented people. You just don't say anything, continue to wait for the next person to step on you and continue to provide the way forward.
But no one remembers you, no one thinks about the humble steps behind him after stepping into the hall of success, and no one will modestly say, "Thanks to the first step for me to move forward!" " They remember "books are the ladder of human progress" but they don't remember you. They know "but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs." But I have never praised you and provided a ladder for the way forward.
However, this does not hinder your enthusiasm. You still don't say a word, and you still serve people quietly until you are shattered. Then there will be a new ladder to replace the work of your predecessors, and you will still do your job silently and contribute silently.
when you hurry up and down the stairs, do you notice the humble steps of the first step? When you make progress, will you think of people who have dedicated themselves to you silently? Let's praise the ladder, praise the ladder and thank the ladder! Where can there be progressive people without stairs? Without stairs, how can there be successful people?
ah, unforgettable stairs! The wind took me away, and I pursued the unknown road with a smile.
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I am a red maple leaf. When a ray of golden sunshine falls on my deep red skin, in an instant, a gust of wind lifts my body and takes me away.
"no, I'm not leaving home!" " I circled in the sky and groaned. However, it suddenly occurred to me that the branch once taught us that when autumn comes, you will all have your own home. Don't cry, because it is a new journey. I stopped my tears, and there was a light in my eyes.
where will I go next? Brought into the dump by the sweeper's broom? Or trampled by naughty children? Is it possible to meet a bosom friend and be stuck in a specimen box forever? That's all, because no matter what, it's my destination. What I care about now is to look at the grander world and start my new journey with a smile.
I was taken to the noisy street by the wind. Looking back, I was far away from home, but I was close to it. How dangerous the road is! All kinds of cars flew by and produced a lot of exhaust gas, which made me breathless. Because I am small, no one cares about me, and they still crush my body wantonly. But, I don't care, anyway, it is my home.
in the evening, the traffic stopped speeding, but the quiet neon lights set off my disability. A motorcycle passed by me, and the raised dust fell with me on the roadside. I looked up with a smile and saw the relief of the branches, so I closed my eyes again.
I gave my body to the tree that gave me life, and I continued my happiness with a smile. The fog outside the window in the morning is as thick as thin cotton, but it still can't cover the swaying golden rice ears, and it can't cover the pleasant fragrant rice that soaks every inch of air.
In the harvest season, people's joyful mood is undisguised. Before the sun stretches, people have already shuttled through this misty sea of rice. Their faces are full of joy of harvest, and from time to time there are loud folk songs from afar.
Smelling the beautiful fragrant rice and watching the harvest picture remind me of the scene where my mother led us to harvest rice when I was a child. The same rice fragrance, the same folk songs, the same pictures, the difference is that my mother is still harvesting rice in my hometown, but I am far away from my hometown and working outside. Once upon a time, my mother often said that being a man should be like rice. Although there is no gorgeous appearance of flowers, because of the real rice, it can still exude charming fragrance. I have never understood my mother's words before, and I have never been able to understand how people can be like rice. Now I finally understand my mother's words. People don't have to be glamorous in appearance, but they must do things in a down-to-earth manner. Only when they have real talents and practical knowledge can they produce "rice" to make contributions and emit fragrant fragrance.
After taking part in the work, I have a deeper understanding of my mother's words. As a railway man, am I not just like a rice? Maybe your job is unknown, but as long as you do your job well and ensure the safe operation of the train, isn't this a way to reflect your value? Isn't this also emitting fragrance? In this breezy morning, whether it is the golden rice swaying with the wind or the laborers shuttling through the golden rice fields, they all exude a kind of "Taoxiang" in their own way. Only by paying yourself can you produce rice; With "rice", you can float out the dedication of Daoxiang.
Now, although my mother is not with me, my mother's words have been deeply rooted in my mind. I only hope that more people will understand this truth, and everyone will give off a little fragrance, then we will live in a society full of "Taoxiang". Only in this way can we be worthy of the fragrance of this slightly swaying rice. Prose Zhou Ji fan Wen