The wind is blowing, the water is embarrassing and the dust is flying all the way. At dusk in clear autumn, the sun is like blood and the sea is like a curtain, and I came to this ancient battlefield-Chibi.
My heart is immersed in such melancholy thoughts: the suffering of Wutai poetry case, the emperor's decree, and the thoughts of relatives and friends in Luoyang. So Huangzhou became Su Shi's foothold, and Chibi became Su Shi's Chibi.
He remembered Zhou Yu. "Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, handsome and brave, with a black towel and a fan, and was ruined by laughter." He asked himself, isn't he the governor of Soochow? I am full of knowledge, I have enough pen and ink to rule the country and level the world, and at this time? Facing this long river, he was lost in thought.
His thoughts are like wings, continuing to fly, pouring a glass of wine and crossing the river, which is a memorial to the lost hero and his past. Yes! He woke up: instead of leaving a legacy on the hate platform, it is better to mourn for my life, take the color of the mountain and listen to the songs sung by the wind on the river. He is no longer pessimistic and miserable.
Later, he confirmed his epiphany with his own actions. He built water conservancy in Huangzhou, rewarded farming and weaving, and was clean in politics. The people in Huangzhou feel sorry for this official. Later, a temple was built in memory of this great scholar and his close father and mother. In the palace of literature, you can always hear the magnificent movement of Fu on the Red Wall.
Yu Xiansheng said in Dongpo Breakthrough that "Su Shi chose Chibi, and Chibi also fulfilled Su Shi".
Yes! This road is difficult, this road is bumpy and this road is helpless. Su Shi was not depressed or lost. He will never sing that soft love poem and sadness.
What "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry" belongs only to Li Qingzhao's little girl.
"Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng's waning moon" and "I have nothing to cry about" are only suitable for Liu Sanbian's sentimentality.
The sorrow of river of no return is only sung for Li Houzhu.
Su Dongpo is a great man in Kanto. He only sings the heroism of "never returning to the river", and he only sings the passion of "the romantic figures of the ages".
Chibi records the rise of Su Dongpo.
Chibi precipitated Su Dongpo's unyielding.
Chibi tells the immortal poetry story of Su Dongpo's hero.
There is only Su Shi in Chibi, radiant.
Chibi only belongs to Su Shi.
Yu Feng Ren Pingsheng
His passion made him bold; His boldness made him open-minded; His open-mindedness makes him a "Ren Pingsheng" life, rain or shine. He is Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties.
Su Shi's life is full of ups and downs. However, wherever he went, his name echoed in the sky and the hearts of the people there. His Hard Years in Ren Pingsheng tells the eternal truth, which makes people know how to face people, things and things around them with a cheerful, tolerant and open-minded heart. Let people know how to challenge life with gratitude and openness.
The Yangtze River rolled eastward and many heroes were washed away by the waves. Su Shi stood in front of Chibi, once a romantic figure in the Three Kingdoms, like a great Kansai figure, holding an iron plate, shouting loudly, "Go to the great river east to wash away all the waves, and the romantic figure of the ages will set the foundation in the west", "Surging the waves and rolling up thousands of piles of snow", "picturesque mountains and rivers, many heroes at one time" and "Life is like a dream. This is his calm after the storm, this is his true confession. He knows that in his lifetime, he will use wine to face a picturesque country and a dreamlike life.
The ancients said, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." The beautiful West Lake bears the dreams of many China literati. Although Su Shi has been demoted to this point, he has no sorrow, no crying, no resentment, and no storms in Ren Pingsheng. He understood the simple truth of "serving as an official and benefiting one party". Then, a Su Causeway crosses the West Lake. He wants to let the heart stored in the West Lake drown all his pains and sorrows.
"300 lychees a day, I don't hesitate to be a Lingnan person." This is a poem written by Hainan. He was exiled to the ends of the earth. He washed away the dirt of officialdom with the sweetness of litchi. He would rather be an ordinary Lingnan person all his life and taste the sweetness of litchi every day. You see, what an open-minded mood this is. The wind and rain of officialdom and life can't stop his thoughts from moving forward. He wants to make his life sweet and open-minded.
The word "When is the Bright Moon" tells the story of the poet's homesickness. "I don't know what year it was in the palace in heaven ..." However, he didn't feel sad and sigh, and lost courage and confidence in life. He let the bright moon in the sky convey his thoughts of his old friends and family thousands of miles away. The phrase "I wish people a long life, thousands of miles away" not only sublimated his stormy life, but also soothed the homesickness of many people in China. At this time, he gave his open-minded heart to a man full of thoughts. He wants to tell them that the storm of life can't destroy us, we are together.
Wind and rain life, open-minded life; A beautiful life, a passionate life.
Su Shi is immortal.
2 Reply: Full marks in the last five college entrance examinations (Su Shi)
& The wind can cross thorns.
Sichuan examinee
Life is like the wind.
What an old metaphor. You may think it comes and goes in a hurry without a trace. I waded through mountains and rivers, scouring the gravel in time and space, and found the true meaning of this metaphor:
Only the wind can cross the thorns.
Dickinson described life as the inside and outside of the wall, and we climbed layer by layer. In fact, this fence is covered with thorns, and when we walk, we are often black and blue, physically and mentally destroyed. At this time, you can see the wind outside the wall winding and whistling unyieldingly, and there are spectacular traces in the air.
We often walk in the eternal journey of life, running in the rough, nirvana in frustration, sadness around the whole body, pain floating everywhere. We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it. Sunshine and rain are coming, flying sand and stones, and we are covered in scars and have to face the thorny jungle.
Thoreau said, "You can hear the sound of the river here. The ancient wind that lost its name rustled through our Woods. " Perhaps by asking about the ancient times, we can understand the true meaning of life like the wind.
Su Shi sees the wind. This once brilliant literati began to be down and out because of the Huangzhou poetry case, and was besieged on all sides. On the moonlit night in Chibi, he was disheartened, looking at "the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains" and dreaming of his dancing crane. Facing the frustration as deep as a river, he saw the wind whistling and hovering at the top of the mountain, and then crossing the dark thorn forest with the pain of tearing the body and cracking the bone. In a flash, the lump in his heart and the twining pain went with the wind. Frustration, pain, only forgetting.
Epiphany.
So he lived happily in the world of mortals, sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and finally became immortal. However, the wind that night has been lost in the years, and no one can see it. ...
Van Gogh saw the wind. He lay lazily in the sunflower field, entangled in a difficult problem and pain: none of the paintings that exhausted his hard work were understandable and could not be sold! For a person who regards art as his life, no one appreciates his art as if no one values his life. This is a kind of pain of being despised and despised! This is the biggest setback in a person's life!
Fortunately, he saw a gust of wind passing through the sunflower field. The wind was stopped and roared angrily. But, they moved on! Forward! Whether their bodies were cut by swaying branches, they succeeded.
So he also succeeded.
Paintings like Sunflower are priceless and rare until today, shortly after his death.
……
There are too many stories about the wind.
When the wind blew its horn and roared through the silent forest of thorns, I believe many wise eyes saw what it showed.
Only the wind can cross the thorns.
Only by learning the wind can we despise all setbacks, let the pain disappear and let the happiness overflow the journey!
& Dongpo's Choice (2002 College Entrance Examination Full Score Composition)
I used to stand on the shore of this autumn water forever, staring at the lonely and thin figure in the river. Like all literati who trudge on their official career, I often feel inexplicable frustration when I am lonely. Yes, I have wealth, social status and eternal talent. But it always seems to drip in my young mind. When the sun sets and the birds return to the forest, I will leave in a gloomy mood, leaving a few helpless sighs.
When I came here in July, the autumn waters of the past were not as calm as last night. I heard the ancient cry across time and space, stirring and spinning the ochre-colored turbidity current. When Cao Mengde poured his Du Kang into the surging river, the east wind blew up Zhou Gongjin's skirt, and the flaming fire ignited the reeds on both sides of the river. Thick black smoke filled the whole sky, so rocks ran wildly in the air and the waves beat against the shore ... It was the heartbeat and breath of history.
And tonight, I came again, with my friends, driving a boat and holding wine. It is still the bright moon thousands of years ago, and the leaves are shining with fine grass and breeze; It's still the river thousands of years ago, with eternal sadness. It's just the famous battle a thousand years ago, without any trace. And my heart, in this atmosphere, is also confused and ethereal.
A friend plays the flute, nostalgic and sentimental. The breeze blew over the reeds on both sides of the river and floated up like smoke and fog. There are ripples on the calm water. My heart seems to be touched by an external hand, shaking slightly with a series of light sounds. Past events of more than 30 years are reflected in my mind: I began to study hard at the age of five, and my old father, Su Xun, sternly taught me, and my younger brother and I played happily. 19 years old went to Beijing to take the exam, and the article shook the world. Ouyang Xiu, a literary leader, praised his beauty ... but life is everywhere, just like Hong Fei stepping through the snow. Disaster suddenly arrival, Wutai poetry case implicated his family and friends, and he was sent to Huangzhou ... His wife separated and he lived alone in the wild. Why does fate play such a trick on people?
The cool breeze blew, and I woke up from endless thoughts. River, bright moon, reed flowers and flute sound appear alternately in front of my eyes and ears. Between the underworld and the underworld, the feelings of ancient times and nature have blended in my heart. So, the sudden feeling was like an awakening, and I finally got rid of it.
-Between anxiety and proximity, I choose proximity. Between fame and nature, I choose nature. Between officialdom and Chibi, I choose Chibi.
Therefore, my choice has made me. I will embrace the white of the East. ...