Leaning on the railing at Niu Xin Pavilion, looking through the night and into the dusk, a group of friends and I had dinner around the lake, talking about the April air, April flowers and love. In fact, young hearts are never far away. After dinner, my friends started playing cards, and I took Neruda’s poetry collection with me, hoping to find a quiet place to read it. There were people along the way. I crossed the chain bridge and sat down by the riverside at the Sino-Japanese Poetry Pavilion to read poetry. There are still young lovers on the road, arms around their waists, coming down the mountain from Qingyin Pavilion. I can't get into Neruda's poems, so I simply read the poems written by Japanese monk Yoshikwan on the Sino-Japanese Poetry Stele Pavilion: "I wonder when it was built? The calligraphy is beautiful. Be clear-minded. It is clear that under the bridge of Mount Emei, it will be transported to the shore of Miyagawa in Japan. "It is an incredible legend. A piece of tree with the memory of Mount Emei has to go through many ups and downs before it can cross the ocean and meet the beautiful shore of Miyagawa. I used to think that this was just a beautiful legend of literati, but it is said that the wood engraved with "Emei Mountain Bridge" is still preserved in Japan. Washed by such a distant waterway, the handwriting is still clear, so we can only expand the poet's imagination. Just as Neruda can perfectly interpret love poetry and politics, it is also unimaginable for our generation.
"Spring gives us the sky/but the dark earth is our name." When night fell, I read such sentences, my heart trembled, and I suddenly had an urge to go to the Qingyin Pavilion in the darkness to find myself.
I saw me holding a collection of poems, slowly going up, and being drowned by the thickening night. I can’t read the words clearly, but Neruda is still there. Although there is still a hint of timidity in the night with Neruda, it is the timidity that matches my favorite poem: "You emerge from all things / fill my soul / you are like my soul /A dream butterfly/You are like the word melancholy.”
Poetry unexpectedly makes simple moments so beautiful. The sound of cicadas has quieted down, and the air has a refreshing coolness. Sitting in Niu Xin Pavilion, listening to the clear sound of the double bridges, the sound of water at this time is the image you can imagine. Maybe it is the melody that matches Neruda's poems. . After listening to it for a long time, I became dumbfounded. There was no one else in the sound of the water. The only one who could put it in was myself. I had been walking for many years. I could see so clearly the me who was moving forward in time.
"Fireflies", both my young self and I saw it, the little glowing insects flying over the arch bridge on the other side of Niuxinling. When I went to look for it, there was no trace of it. I left the pavilion, walked around to the opposite side, and looked at the pavilion through the ox-heart stone. When I was young, I was blurry. The pavilion was blurry. The blurry pavilion connected the blurry arch bridges on both sides. In the sound of jumping water, it was like a big bird soaring from the night. Liu Guangdi, one of the Six Gentlemen of the Reform Movement of 1898 in the late Qing Dynasty, once said, "Two bridges, two rainbow shadows, and an ox's heart for eternity." Shuangfei Pavilion is a more appropriate name for the pavilion, and it is more in line with the romance of this night.
"Shuangfei Pavilion", I shouted into the night, but no one heard my voice except myself. The Qingyin Pavilion at night belongs to legend. The Niuxinling Niuxin Stone resurrects the sacred cow that works hard for the people of Mount Emei at night. Qingyin Pavilion in ancient times was probably not only water but also a dangerous mountain. The mountain people wanted to carve out a piece of flat land, but it was probably not easy. The cattle came and helped them plow the land. When the cattle left, it was natural to commemorate it. It happened to be in the water. The rocks are more like a heart, hence the name Niuxinling. As for the white water and black water that wash away the rocks, in addition to the legendary green snake and white snake, what is even more surprising is that just a few steps away, the rocks deep in Qingyin Pavilion are actually black and white, which makes me have to admire the gods of creation.
At night, do I believe in geological science or legend? Night is more suitable for legends. They are living, they are living, they are living, they are living. Since the day Qingyin Pavilion existed, how many people have visited it, and how many people have listened to the water at night? In the early Tang Dynasty, the eminent monk Jiye Sanzang traveled more than sixty miles every day and was considered the first person to listen to the water without a sound. Could the water he heard and the water I heard be the water in reincarnation? Since Zen Master Guangji in 1369 took the word "Qingyin" from the "Zhao Yin Shi" written by the Jin Dynasty poet Zuo Si, "Why bother with silk and bamboo, the mountains and rivers have a voiceless sound", and changed the name of the temple to "Qingyin Pavilion", it must have come to Qingyin. There are countless people who listen to the water in the pavilion. It's just that Neruda has never been here. What kind of poetry will he produce if he comes? "The same trees drift in the same night/We no longer exist in the past." That's right. I'm here with your poems tonight. I thought to the dark night, poet, if a firefly lights up, I will think it is you.
Is it because this is a poetic night? The fireflies are really bright, flickering among the grass insects and moving towards the front of the pavilion? I went to the brightest place and came to the mountain road leading to the sky from Qingyin Pavilion. It turned out that there were many people waiting. I heard the children's voice "Stars", followed by the sighs of many people. On the mountain to the right of Qingyin Pavilion, many fireflies flicker. I have seen fireflies, but I have never seen so many fireflies. My heart was filled with joy and I called the card player: "Come and see the fireflies." But the card players are also happy. If they don't come, I can only hold Neruda's poetry collection tightly and get excited. It's bright here, it's bright there, the whole mountain stream is bright, people are clapping their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs when the fireflies are shining. The fireflies seemed to understand people's cheers, shining with blue light like stars. Rocks, grass, big trees, pavilions and pavilions have become a stage for the elves, turning on and off as if someone is directing them to light up and go out together.
If you have read Fabre's "Insects", you will know that the female insects have beautiful luminous strips when they are close to maturity, while the male insects have tail lights and wings. When the female twists her flexible waist to reveal the hidden luminous band, the male flies to her side and the mating time is extinguished. The brightness and extinction of fireflies is essentially the supreme blend of their love. "I sleep with you / All night long / When the dark earth / When the living and the dead are swirling", Neruda's poem is also dedicated to the elf in love.
I opened Neruda's poetry collection, waiting for the fireflies to shine, and only saw one word: love. Then just love, love Neruda’s love, love the relatives and friends playing cards by Qingyin Ping Lake, love this night in Qingyin Pavilion with Neruda and fireflies.