Prose describing Chang 'an 1: See Chang 'an, See Chang 'an.
Chang 'an, caught in the blue waves, sank, sank and disappeared with a wry smile on his mouth.
I went back to Chang 'an several times in my dreams. Back to Liuqiao, Furong Chi Pan, hairpin, skirt dancing swaying. Back to Daming Palace, back to the ninth floor, watching the battle flag hunting, singing and dancing. Back to Baqiao, turn to Yang Liuzhi and look at the old road in Yangguan. Chang 'an, Chang 'an, the depth of love, the distance of yearning. I went back to Chang 'an several times in my dreams. See the palace, pear garden, flute singing and dancing, empty mountain stagnation. I saw a man stroking his beard and getting drunk on the sapphire case in the Hanlin Academy. Too white, too white, too white heart, can't let go! Birds fly over the sky in Chang 'an, leaving scars.
However, Chang 'an has disappeared.
Apart from some old doors and some broken walls, where is the shadow of Chang 'an? Can you find Chang 'an?
I can't find it. Chang' an, it's gone
We were still bleeding at that time. Chang 'an people, Chang 'an story, Chang 'an vicissitudes, Chang 'an love, Chang 'an sadness and parting have all stepped on this land.
However, it is not Chang 'an after all.
We sang the poems of that era. The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Like singing nursery rhymes. Childhood, long gone, I sang poems and felt the fragrance of childhood and the sadness in my memory. Poetry at that time, trembling, stagnated in time and space. The world around me, like a calendar, turns page by page, and that trembling has never changed, like a butterfly, flying into the flowers of childhood.
I can see a tearful face. Quietly flowing river, spring night, flowers on the pavilion, frost in the moonlight, eyes staring intently-flashing, maybe tears. There are endless falling trees and endless Yangtze River. Someone asked, where is the old woman's shelter? I heard a loud laugh on the plank road in Tianmu Mountain and Shuzhong. I know that if I don't obey the rules, I'm just a stone, which is pressed in my heart. A long white cloud, on a clear day, the figure of Qingfengpu is crying. At the source of the Yangtze River, at the end of the Yangtze River, I miss you every day, and tears overflow into my stomach.
Why, Sheng Shihua left lonely tears in his years.
Liu Yuxi said: Qian Fan is next to the sunken ship and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. He said he was glad to see such a sight. But anyone who knows that era knows what sunken ships and diseased trees look like. The mood is gray, like a shadow in a sunny day. Loneliness in prosperous times is like dead leaves in the forest. Prosperity is the saddest background of loneliness.
I don't know, in today's countless times, is there a thing or a feeling that can be engraved in people's hearts and will be unforgettable and indelible after a thousand years?
After all, it is not Chang 'an.
Chang 'an, Chang 'an, are you lonely? Is it a special case?
Dust and poetry fell from prosperity and suddenly became quiet. It seems to be stuck in my throat. Miss the lingering sadness of Kaiyuan. The man who disappeared, drank a lot and then got drunk and played a song. Shi Xian left and came to Shi Gui.
There is also tenderness. A moment that should last forever came and went before I realized it. Gentleness is melancholy.
Also, Han Yu, why is he crying? Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary. The platoon becomes majestic, and the warriors go to the enemy field! -But why are you crying? What's in the piano? -push the hand to stop it, wet clothes and tears. Smart and sincere, don't put ice charcoal in my intestines!
Prose describing Chang 'an 2: Dreaming back to Chang 'an Xi Chang 'an-Chang 'an-the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, there are too many things that bind my thoughts.
I insist on calling it Chang 'an instead of Xi 'an, because Chang 'an means too much. He is Xianyang, Fuling and Lishan. History has precipitated too much. ...
When I set foot on the land of Xi, I was greeted by this ancient city wall that stood for thousands of years.
At present, there is an endless stream of traffic in Suntech Gate. In my mind, it's a high-speed car patrolled by Qin Shihuang, and it's a ceremonial hunting of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty ... What else? Is it the graceful dance of Weiyang Palace? A pilgrimage to Daming Palace? Or the melodious and colorful feather clothes in Huaqing Temple? ..... a strange combination, the collision between modernity and history, has gone through two thousand years of time and space, but it does not conflict with each other.
Chang 'an Road. Jiuqifeng
I sat in this charming Han and Tang tavern and looked out of the window. It is a heavy and majestic city wall, and the traffic downstairs shows the prosperity of this city.
The establishment of Chang 'an is naturally attributed to men. From the Zhou Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, successive generations of monarchs expanded their territory and strived to build an increasingly prosperous Chang 'an. After the opening of the Silk Road, "Chang 'an" became the center of oriental civilization. History says that "there is Rome in the west and Chang 'an in the east". At that time, people of different colors and languages wore different clothes, strolled leisurely or were busy in the market, displaying various commodities. That stable and prosperous fashion is even worse than Tokyo and Paris today.
The initial construction of Qin Shihuang laid the foundation for the city's domineering. The roar of Shaanxi opera and the soaring belief in heaven all reveal a kind of toughness. To be precise, the king of Qin said that the first emperor made Xianyang his capital. Xianyang and Xi 'an are only17km long, which can be called Xianyang Plain and cannot be separated from the perfect geomantic Long Mai of Mount Li.
However, even if they are emperors, they are not in my eyes. Chang 'an in my eyes shines only for one person. -He is Li Bai.
"Li Bai fights wine poems and sleeps in Chang 'an Restaurant. When the emperor called, he didn't get on the boat. Since Yunchen is Brewmaster. "What an unruly fallen fairy! The remains of the immortals have long been lost in the dust of history, leaving indomitable figures soaked in the details of Chang 'an.
Outside the railing, there is a banner of "Taibai Legacy", and there are a few lines of cursive script on the wall-"Five Flowers Horse, a golden autumn, give it to the boy for good wine, and worry with you forever!"
Li Bai came to Chang 'an to pursue his ideal. His ideal is to bring peace and stability to the country and become a minister of Zaifu. But what Tang Xuanzong appreciated was his poetic achievements. No matter whether Li Bai is a politician or not, he may not be able to be a prime minister even if he is in politics, but when he found that he seems to have gained unprecedented political opportunities, he didn't see clearly until the dust settled. Although he gained the appreciation of Xuanzong, he was just regarded as a royal scholar who made a fuss about words, just a royal scholar with a slightly higher status than blowing sheng. This is the tragedy of Li Bai. He doesn't compromise with reality, he won't settle for second best, just stay with the emperor, or take advantage of every opportunity to get close to the emperor to gain benefits and achieve his goal. He would rather leave-pay back the money. Travel around famous mountains and rivers, free and easy. He never gave up his ideal and integrated it into his character. Watching him dream of climbing Mount Tianmu, making it difficult to travel to Sichuan, doing chivalrous deeds and drinking wine ... It's magnificent! What a free and easy atmosphere! "Wine into sorrow, seven points into a firm but gentle, embroidered mouth spit is half of the Tang Dynasty ..."
Although Li Bai's days in Chang 'an are short, Chang 'an shines because of Li Bai!
Weiyang Palace. Pipa music
Chang 'an has become a magnificent city under the construction of men, while women have added mysterious and magnificent charm to Chang 'an.
1000 years ago, a well-dressed woman walked out of the gate of Weiyang Palace in Dahan, escorting her camel team to the north, to the north ... out of the Great Wall, to the grassland and to the desert. Sandstorm in the desert, princess pipa and Chang 'an are an endless dream, which is connected with the dusk in Zhong Qing, the lonely sunset and the cold moon in the border. ...