The mountain is empty, standing in the wind and rain with a long-handled umbrella of rose gray, letting the drizzle of cow hair gently touch cheeks and eyelids, like a naughty child.
In the eyes of the tide, there is only one flowering tree with silver flowers in white, which is clearly and shallowly open, and its petals are clearly and shallowly scattered all over the floor. "Scared White" is a poem torn by spring breeze and spring rain, which makes people feel inexplicably dull.
Holding a long-handled umbrella with rose ash, I let the wind and rain play, silently mourning and thinking of a magnolia tree that is in full bloom and blooming all over the sky.
There is a pale and thin magnolia flower, which spans time and space and reaches out to me from the distant Bashan and Shushui. Her bony arms and thin hands are no less involved in me than evocation. Following that faint scent, my thoughts flashed back to the edge of Huanhuaxi, the quiet thatched cottage, the paradise that once briefly comforted your heart.
I visited Huanhuaxi and Caotang four years ago.
I am blind, especially in a city with many high-rise buildings and noisy cars and horses. For the first time, a person, completely relying on Baidu map and ashamed to ask outsiders' mouths in peacetime, groped and measured from Ludao International step by step. I still remember that it was noon in spring when I came out of Huanhuaxi Park and crossed the road to the south gate of Caotang. Spring in Jinguan City hides behind the gray clouds, but it is still warm.
Walking in from the south gate of the thatched cottage, I suddenly felt like a dream. A dark and heavy gate and a circle of white walls seem to separate the two worlds. Outside the gate, not far from Huanhuaxi Park, flowers are in full bloom and people are noisy. In the door, a cold moisture came face to face through thousands of years, brought together, and there was the sound of silk and bamboo.
In an instant, it seems that I fell into a distant and long dream from the rolling world of mortals. Take yourself to one place after another with your feet, move your eyes around and get a panoramic view.
The garden is a good garden, which covers a small area, is not as exquisite as the Jiangnan garden, and has no style of the northern royal garden. But it is a very grounded garden, because its layout is natural, natural and harmonious, simple and low-key, which is in line with your personality.
The buildings in the park, except the Wanfo Building, are slightly taller and stronger, and other buildings, such as Dayi, Stone, Ministry of Industry Hall and Daya Gallery, have only one or two floors, all of which are blue tiles and white walls, vermilion doorposts, thresholds and carved windows, hidden among green trees and flowers; Yiyou Pavilion, Shaoling Monument Pavilion and Suixiang Pavilion are still brown columns and railings, and the pavilions are all covered with thatch, which is natural with the surrounding scenery.
The ancient trees in the garden are green, mostly nanmu, and the green that covers the sky seems to be too thick to drop; Clear water lingers, stone bridges are connected, bamboo pavilions are built on the shore, swaying, fish swim around, bamboo leaves fall on the water and play naughtily, herons comb their wings like snow jade gracefully; During the Spring Festival, many flowers such as peach blossom, begonia, bauhinia and magnolia appear in black and pink, or a busy tree, or a few shy flowers, or leaning against a stream, or standing in the forest, or standing high on the wall.
There is a Xiangjiang river surging in the air, and there are not many tourists in the afternoon. Busy is the spirit of buzzing in and out of the flower heart. Occasionally, there are a few crisp birdsong surprises, which are euphemistic and beautiful, like Jingling in Yu Pei, attracting people to explore, but they don't know where they are hidden in the green.
Ancient music, like silk wind, bypasses pavilions, passes through flowers and leaks through leaves. Gently step on the wet dark green moss, silently and without a trace. With a piety, I put invisible wings on my heart, hovering in time and space, carefully looking for your trace.
I saw you in the middle of the mountain. You are sitting on your knees, with your head slightly raised, your hands spread out on your knees like bones, and your body slightly bent, which seems to be unbearable for life. On your thin face, a pair of eyes are as deep as an ancient well. Through this window of the soul, you seem to catch a glimpse of the faint light in your heart. It is out of sympathy for the suffering of the people that the pain and sadness are involuntarily emitted. Are you silently chanting "three officials" and "three farewells", or are you thinking about how to protect the poor in the world?
Stop and watch others touch your hand, try to touch the brilliance of poetry and grab a photo with you. Your hands glow slightly in the spring afternoon. It is these hands that have left a deep impression on the vast history of poetry, as if no one had ever been there. Staring at your hand, I feel your pulse, your temperature, your happiness and your pain with my eyes and heart, but I dare not take a photo with you or rub your hand for the first time. It is not so much that I dare not, but rather that I can't bear it. Just look at it quietly and look at the distant past through your joys and sorrows. My heart can't help trembling, like a blunt knife cutting and tearing bit by bit. In this silent cutting and tearing, you, from the depths of time, came to me step by step.
I know, you're smart. At the age of seven, I can recite the phoenix. At the age of fifteen, a trip in the field of calligraphy set off a craze among Luoyang celebrities. In the eyes and hearts of future generations, Li Bai is romantic, happy and bohemian, while you are pragmatic, sad and obedient. In fact, who has never been young? Who hasn't played Top Gun? Who hasn't been mad by blood gas? You were once "dissolute with Zhao, and Qiu Ma was quite crazy"; You once met Li Bai, and the two of them traveled to Liang, Song and Qilu in mutual appreciation, visiting friends and asking questions, and by the way, reciting poems. Just like when you were young, you wrote a heroic sentence, "Climb to the top and you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". . What kind of spirit and realm it is!
However, nature makes people. A farce of "no wind in the wild" will shut you out of your career; You wrote three "big gifts" that Xuanzong appreciated in one breath, but you still didn't knock on the door of the butler; You keep writing poems for dignitaries, expecting to be introduced by them, but there is no result. You were trapped in Chang 'an for ten years, "rich in the morning and fat at night", eating leftovers, starving and humiliated. Ten years have passed, and you have not realized your ambition of "loyalty to the monarch and honest customs". You are unhappy, and you happen to meet the Anshi rebellion again. The situation is turbulent and displaced. You risked your life to follow the new emperor to pick up Zuo Shiyi, an eight-product remonstrator. This only experience almost cost you your life, involved you in the struggle between the new emperor and the old emperor, and made you a victim of power. Seeking an official is originally for the realization of ambition and is also forced by life. When everything is a mirror, you show the integrity of a poet, resign angrily, and "cause trouble because of people." During the migration, you embarked on the road of wandering southwest.
Yes, you came to this hot land under my feet with all the dust and fatigue. Listen, between the new green wickers, two orioles are chirping happily for spring. You see, a row of egrets line up and fly gracefully into the blue sky in the wind; The snow peaks in Xiling are bright, and the picture is embedded in the window; The river outside the gate is full of ships from Wu Dong thousands of miles away. This picturesque beauty captures your soul, and your heart listens first. And "old friends provide rice, neighbors provide food, neighbors provide food", the generosity of friends and the enthusiasm of neighbors help each other, giving you warmth and hope after you are displaced. You are eager to settle down and let your heart find a temporary rest place, so you chose to stay. This stay will always be your wise decision, a choice without regrets; This stay has also left many famous poems, leaving a thatched cottage, a holy land that has not lost its charm after years.
It can be seen that you are delighted to have a small and unique thatched cottage by the beautiful and quiet Huanhuaxi. You are extremely satisfied and cherish it. "Castanopsis kawakamii forest blocks the sun from singing the leaves of the wind, cages bamboo, and smoke drops. I won't fly for the time being, and I will count the children. I will often talk about the new nest. " A song "Cheng Tang" is enough to express your joy and gratitude. A tired heart is temporarily supported. You enjoy this kind of ease and leisure. Even if your life is still poor, your spirit is rich.
Unconsciously came to the water threshold. I looked around, I was looking for fish, I was looking for swallows, I was looking for flowers, I was looking for you! "There are few banks on the Chengjiang River, and there are many trees that spend more in the evening. Fish come out in the drizzle, and the swallow is inclined in the breeze. " The "ordinary" scenery in your pen seems to have unique charm and artistic conception. Huanhuaxitian Miri, Malaysia overflows with all your happiness, your contentment and your little happiness!
And came to the former residence of Caotang. Shaded by bamboo forests, streams gurgle and huts are surrounded by hedges. Unconsciously, I sang "Jiangcun": "Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. But there is an old friend who offers Mi Lu, what else can I ask? " In front of my eyes flashed a long scroll to enjoy the happiness of husband and wife, family and countryside. At this time, your eyebrows must be open, your eyes must smile, your spine must be straight, and people must be handsome.
"Give me Mu Tao and give me Qiong Yao." Jinguan City has given you temporary stability, long-lost warmth, joy and the true meaning of life, and you have consciously or unconsciously returned a well-known poem to this city. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, Jinguancheng is heavy. " This "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is exquisite in brushwork and profound in artistic conception. What is more valuable is that every word is full of your joy and your love. You have accurately grasped the rain in Chengdu and the characteristics of Chengdu after the rain. So this poem is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it should be the most beautiful poem you have finished after carefully observing Chengdu. You are still wandering in the beautiful Bashu landscape and profound Bashu culture. Dujiangyan, Qingcheng Mountain, Wuhou Temple and other places of interest, Li Bing, Du Yu, Zhuge Liang, Sima Xiangru and other celebrities shine in your poems. In Chengdu, you have completed one third of your life poems; In Bashu, you wrote two-thirds of your life's poems. Chengdu, the land of Bashu, you left a deep cultural imprint. Who can tell whether Chengdu and Bashu made you or you made Chengdu and Bashu?
Standing in front of your hut, I haven't left for a long time, but I wonder, in what mood did you write the song "The Hut was Blown by Autumn Wind" that made the thatched cottage flourish and stay in people's hearts forever? The hut where I lived was blown down by the strong wind, and the biting cold wind of cold rain troubled my wife and children. I seem to see your helplessness and helplessness, and I seem to hear your cry resounding all over the world. In such a tragic situation, you care about the country and the people with a passionate emotion and a lofty ideal of pursuing change, pushing yourself and others, putting thousands of poor people in Ande Guangsha first, even if you freeze to death. Your poems touched people, and your love and kindness moved people's souls, which also made your poems occupy an extremely important position in the history of poetry, and your personality charm lasted for thousands of years.
It's just that you never know. Mi Lu's good friend Yanwu died. In Chengdu, you lost the most important support. You were going to die in the thatched cottage, so you had to choose to leave the thatched cottage and leave this spiritual home for the East by boat. Who would have thought that this trip was a farewell, and your fate with Chengdu ended here. Living without a fixed place, suffering from poverty and illness, you finally drifted on a boat in Xiangjiang River, closed your eyes forever in the cold wind, cold rain and wandering lonely lamp, ending your miserable life.
Is this you? Brilliant and ambitious, but ill-timed and ill-fated! Standing in the former residence of your thatched cottage, I feel as if I saw a blue-collar you, standing there alone, thin and lonely, feeling dejected, just like you are lying on a big bed, looking at me with deep and distant eyes, looking at the unknown distance, and then giving a heavy sigh.
At that moment, I was very distressed. With unspeakable love, I wander in the poetic thatched cottage, hoping to make friends with you again and again in this long river of culture and history and collide with spiritual sparks. A casual turn, the line of sight appeared a magnolia tree, next to the porch window, on the weak branches, stubbornly holding a few flowers in the moonlight. A ray of sunshine in the west hits the flowers through the pane, reflecting cold light.
Suddenly, my heart is pounding-are you here? I'm coming. You are here, so I am here! Look at it, I look at it, I look at you; It looks at me, you look at me.
That scene is no different from now. Holding a long-handled umbrella with rose ash, there is only one flowering tree in the eyes like a flood: the flowers with silver powder in white are clearly and shallowly open, and the petals are clearly and shallowly scattered all over the floor.
Shocking white, like your poem, stung my eyes and my soul. The words "cold smoke makes you feel sorry for your hometown" come to mind at the right time, and you can't help but sigh that you and Yulan are a perfect match.