Xu
Going out for a walk, going up or down the mountain here, on a sunny May evening, is like going to a beautiful banquet, such as going to an orchard, where every tree is full of the most elegant fruits of poetry. If you are not satisfied with just standing and watching, just reach out and take it away, and you can taste it at will, which is enough to intoxicate your soul. Sunshine is only warm, but never warm; The wind is gentle, often because it blows from a forest with flowers, bringing fragrance from afar, attaching to a breath of moist water vapor, rubbing your face and gently surrounding your shoulders and waist, and this simple breath is endless pleasure; The air is always clear, there is no smoke near the valley, and there is no haze on the distant mountains. All the beautiful scenery is displayed in front of your eyes like a painting for your leisure appreciation.
The advantage of being a guest in the mountains is that you never have to hesitate about your clothes and posture. You might as well shake a grass and indulge the moss on your cheeks. Wear whatever you like; Play the role of shepherd boy, fisherman, farmer, tramp and Orion; You don't have to worry about tidying your bow tie. Not wearing a bow tie can give your neck root and chest half a day's freedom. You can wrap a long colorful towel around your head and learn from the head of Taiping Army or Byron's Egyptian clothes. But the most important thing is to put on your oldest old shoes, no matter how bad they look. They are lovely friends. They carry your weight, but they don't remind you that you still have two feet under your feet.
It's best not to find a partner in this way of playing. I will strictly forbid you to be single; Because the company always distracts your attention, especially the young female companion, who is the most dangerous and authoritarian travel companion, you should avoid her like a beautiful flower snake in the grass! Usually, when we walk from our own home to a friend's home or a deacon's place, we just walk from one cell to another in the same prison, and the bondage will always follow us, and freedom will never find us; But if you have the opportunity to wander alone in the beautiful Shan Ye or countryside in this spring and summer, it is your luck. That is when you really receive, taste, be free and comfortable, and that is when your body and soul are in step. My friends, how old we are, we often just want to increase the shackles on our heads and tighten the chains on our ankles. We see children rolling in the grass on the beach or cats playing in shallow water. Therefore, only when you go to the embrace of nature alone, like a naked child rushing into the arms of your mother, do you know what the happiness of the soul is, what the happiness of living alone is, and what the happiness of breathing and walking alone is. Therefore, you should be strict with yourself and be extremely selfish. Only you, body and soul, can pulse with nature, fluctuate with sound waves and be complacent in a magical universe. Our innocence is as delicate as mimosa. Once his companions resisted, he rolled up, but in the quiet sunshine and breeze, his posture was natural and his life was unimpeded.
When a person roams, you will sit on your back on the grass and sometimes even roll, because the warm color of the grass will naturally evoke your childish liveliness; On the quiet road, you can't help dancing wildly, watching your figure change into various strange disguised forms, because the shadows on the roadside hint at the joy of your dance in their twists and turns; You will also sing in faith, and occasionally remember the tones of fragments and your casual ditties, because the warbler in the forest tells you that spring is worthy of praise; Needless to say, your thoughts will naturally follow the long mountain road, and your thoughts will look at the clear blue sky and sit still. Your thoughts will be integrated with the sound of running water and spring water between gullies, sometimes crystal clear, sometimes stirring up waves, flowing into the cool olive forest and the charming Arnold River.
Besides, you don't need a date, and you don't need to bring a book with you in such a parade. Books are ideal companions, but you should take books on the train, in the guest room of your residence, not when you walk alone. What great, profound, inspiring, clear and beautiful ideas can't be found in the wind, clouds, rolling mountains and terrain, colors and fragrance of flowers and plants? Nature is the greatest book, Gerd said, and we read the most profound news from every page of his words. And everyone in this book understands; Alpas and Wulaofeng, Xuexili and Putuo Mountain, Rhine and Yangtze River, Limeng Lake and Xizi Lake, Jianlan and Qionghua, Xuelu and Winnie in Xixi, Hangzhou, sunset red tide, lark and nightingale, not to mention ordinary yellow wheat, ordinary wisteria and ordinary green grass that grow on the earth and fluctuate with the wind-their symbols are always the same, and their meanings are always the same. This is the most precious tonic, it is free, and you can always get it: as long as you know this book. When you are lonely in this world, you are not lonely, when you are poor, you are not poor, when you are distressed, you have comfort, when you are frustrated, you have supervision, and when you are lost, you have needles.
Fourteen years in July
Lotus pond moonlight
Zhu ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door. Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is a custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So the demon man and the demon woman rowed on the boat and said, "Bow over the feather cup;" When the boat moved, the algae died, when the boat moved, it left. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu;
After the late spring in long summer, Ye Nenhua was all smiles, for fear of touching the petticoats and gathering her body, for fear of capsizing.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the sentence in Youzhou Qu:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
Chrysanthemum in Tsinghua Campus
sunrise on the sea
Ba Jin
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around. There is only the sound of machines on board.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. Red is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. The sun seems to be trying to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a very lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
Sometimes the sun will go into the clouds, but its light will shoot down from the clouds and shine directly on the water. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky. Even the dark clouds are dyed purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
pine torch
Lu Li
No one is with me, but I want to wander in this lonely mountain without moonless night and stars; There is no light and no shadow.
No lights, no barking. It's so quiet here that I'm secretly surprised. How can I forget the sunset when I travel around? When I came, it was a smooth road. How did I get to the rugged mountain road?
I heard someone whispering in my ear: "Ha ha! You're lost. You got lost in the dark. "
"No, I'm not lost. I just unconsciously walked away and asked for directions. The road is in front of me, the way home is behind me, and I am between the road and the way home. I'm not lost. "
The ear is teasing.
I'm annoyed. I snapped at the invisible elves, and they walked away laughing. Fireflies were flying in front of me, but I broke the pine branches to disperse them. Bug, who believes you will be the guiding light?
So I listened to the murmur of the spring. Water should come from high places and flow to low places. In other words, it should come from the mountain and flow down the mountain. So I know whether I went out or into the mountains.
But there seems to be no flowing spring in this mountain. Even if there is, it does not flow loudly. Because I can't hear the sound of the spring.
So I went to touch the skin of the branch again. Thick and dry ones should be sunny, soft and moist ones should be shady, so that I can tell that this side is south and that side is north. West on one side and east on the other.
But I have left, in the dense forest. There is no sunshine here all year round, and I can't tell whether the trees are sunny or not.
I'm really confused. Should I spend the night in the mountains and be teased by this stubborn soul? Maybe a wild animal came up to me and put its cold nose on me, and I felt sick and tired?
I finally got up, pushed aside the weeds and struck a hard stone with my iron bar. A Mars generator came out. I was overjoyed, and continued to beat the hard stone with my cane, letting the sparks fall on the soft and dry leaves. Then a wisp of smoke came out and spread to a handful of leaves, giving off a dark red light. I also got Song Ming from the pine branches and lit it, so there was a red light that shone on the whole forest.
I proudly hugged Song Ming and strode back. I got the beacon myself. This light shines on the valley, the forest and myself.
In the back of my head, I vaguely heard the low sobs of the mountain elves.
Yedu
Ke Ling
Have you ever been to the water town in eastern Zhejiang? -It's a crystalline state. As usual, there is a mirror-like lake outside the village, and a cloud of smoke has been floating into the sky. Paojin village
Son, the square is full of fishing nets, rowing in a row on the shore. The river flows leisurely to all parts of the village, winding and knotting like a ribbon, dividing a village into many islands. If you climb the mountain and have a bird's eye view, it looks like a lotus leaf in the field. -in this geographical situation, there is a special term called "lotus leaf land" in rural areas. From this leaf to that leaf, traffic depends on the bridge, but building a stone bridge is equivalent to nailing an iron chain on the lotus leaf, which will inevitably destroy the feng shui; Therefore, the whole village is a movable slab bridge, which is transited by boats on a wider river surface.
At the foot of the cliff or on the wild shore of Pingchou, there are few people nearby, but there is always an old hut by the boat. -It's "Roudu", it must be Luting, or "Du Yao", which may be the boatman's residence.
In the quiet afternoon, the dissolved river sang hypnotically, and sometimes chickens crowed and sometimes insects buzzed in the distance. A string of slang songs suddenly came from the foot of the mountain, and then a figure flashed through the Woods, perhaps with a wrapped umbrella and a little bamboo cage burden, singing while walking, putting things in the road pavilion, squatting on the ferry, picking up the rope tied to the boat from the water, and slowly rubbing against the four-way ferry from the other side. After landing, he calmly retrieved his belongings and jumped into the boat. Or another kind of "ferry", in the deserted path, a foreign traveler, a tramp, standing by the river, raised his voice and shouted:
"Ferry!"
The fields quietly set off the sound, with a little primitive loneliness. Then the other party quickly let out a loud noise, and a small boat was shaking.
It seems that most of the people rocking the ferry are old people with white beards and white hair coming and going on the water. It looks extremely chic, reminiscent of the egret in Qiu Jiang. Did they start when they were young, or did they travel all over the rivers and lakes, break the trap of fate and be defeated by time, so they came to this river all year round to attract the world's old heroes? Once, I watched the life of an old ferryman, but he seemed extremely indifferent.
The old man has a family, a little wife, a son and daughter-in-law, and the whole family lives in a small temple in Watou. Although life is simple, twilight does not seem desolate; But except for the wrinkles carved by years, his face is always as cold as ice. He seldom gets on the boat, but always gets on the boat when someone calls the ferry. Usually, I seldom talk. Sometimes a village boy comes. He is impatient and shouts loudly. When I get off the boat, I have to listen to the old man's mumbling scolding.
The needs of the elderly seem to be provided by the ancestral hall of the big clan in the village, and the villagers don't have to spend money as usual. Some people who commute from the ferry every day will get some rice noodles and wheat cakes at the end of the New Year Festival. The hawkers in the guest gang never owe gifts to outsiders. When I got to the shore, I thanked them with a smile, took out a copper coin or two, threw it into the boat, then picked up the burden and shook the drum. The old man didn't answer. Seeing that there was no transition here, he rocked the boat back alone.
Every morning is the busiest time on the ferry. Soon after the sun rose, according to the emerald cliffs and the distant shore, the river was foggy, and villagers rushing into the city came one after another. After a long time, people become ranks, let the old people back and forth and go to the other side; When the sun came back from the city to the village, the old man had to be busy taking them back.
In the afternoon, old people usually hide in a small temple, or sit in front of the temple and smoke silently. As a philosopher, he looked at the distant sky and the flowing water for a long time. It was getting late, and in the shadow of the sunset, three or five people moved in, lonely and empty.
"Ferry!"
Probably idle people who came back from wandering around the city. On the boat, he also talked about the news from Xin in the small teahouse, commenting on the long and short, and talking about his pride, crisp laughter flew from the water. But the old man always kept silent and shook his ferry, as if he didn't want to hear these vulgar things.
The general sight of the ferry always fascinates me. Sit in the deer pavilion for a while, stroll around the shore for a while, look at the simple personnel, and feel that there is no shortage of places worth chewing. I like the old man's silence, but his indifference makes me think. Do you think that there are too many restrictions on living in cross-strait rivers, and that a solemn job that attracts the world is too humiliating for him?
1935