Words? Dim fragrance and clear shadow
Almost overnight, Wu Yishu, who is both talented and beautiful, became popular on the Internet. Speaking of her, the most eye-catching thing is her elegant performance at the "Chinese Poetry Conference", like an elegant woman who crossed from Tang poetry and Song poetry, and exudes the charm of traditional culture.
In fact, when I was a child, I grew up in the poetic culture of "white hair floating green water and red palm stirring clear waves", so I often have the illusion that I can't walk out of ancient poetry. ?
At that time, cicadas were still screaming at the top of their lungs every summer evening. My father took a stool and sat in the shade of a tree, playing the flute version of Li Qingzhao's "Full Moon on the West Wing", and our sisters were fascinated. Although I can't understand the melody, in the hazy night, I imagine that newly married lovers are separated from each other and feel really homesick. I seem to see a woman dressed in ecstasy, leaning against the railing, sighing at the moon, full of melancholy ... My father pointed to the sky and said, "Who is sending brocade books in the clouds?" A little fool will answer first: "me!" " Everyone laughed into a ball.
Father taught us ancient poetry, all in relaxed entertainment and life. Therefore, the charm of traditional culture deeply captured me when I had a good time.
When we moved ten years ago, there were four banners hanging on the bedroom wall of my old house, which were palindromes written by my uncle and "Emperor Taizong asked Xu". My father couldn't bear to lose it, so my sisters and I "moved" to a new home together with the graffiti "One to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages" and mottled walls when we were young. There are too many childhood interests in it. ?
Memory mottled, dizzy. In that Tibetan poem, there is only one sentence left, "Liu Ling is drunk and lying in a pit". In the palindromes, only Wen was remembered, but they all melted into food and nutrients, nourishing my spiritual tree. Every time I hear who is drunk, I think of Liu Ling who died of alcoholism. When I heard the modern version of abandoning and complaining about my wife, I thought of the article angrily condemning my husband. Time has long passed, but culture has been passed on.
My father likes classical poetry. On holidays, table culture is essential. On New Year's Eve, whoever eats the "steel jump" will sing a poem related to eating. People often eat carefully, not afraid, but happy. Once you say it, others will follow suit. Then, eating becomes a real game, and happiness emerges endlessly. When pouring wine, my father first said, "When drinking, life is geometric." Sister said, "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " My sister added: "The cost of pure wine is 10,000 copper coins for a gold cup and 10,000 yuan for a hip flask." This sentence finally has something to do with wine and food, so that the family can enjoy it.
The game of my father's poems ran through my whole childhood. No matter when eating or playing with mud, I never feel lonely and bored with the company of ancient poems.
My father also likes the Analects of Confucius and Zhuangzi. He said that the former is suitable for self-cultivation and the latter is suitable for self-cultivation. Modern people are impetuous and need traditional ethics to put out the fire; Modern people also lack spiritual training ground and need Taoist freedom to decompress. Cultures grown in different soils in different dynasties have different nutrition and tastes. Only with extensive participation can the spiritual tree thrive. ?
The love of traditional culture has become a family style, a kind of inheritance between family ties.
Although I didn't grow up to be a great poet like Wu Yishu, I am proud that I still love classical culture deeply, which permeates every drop of my blood and flows in my warm chest. What did it give me? That is, I have a pure and simple heart, with the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, the desert with a long river and sunset, and the blessing of "and the water once took you home and painted you three hundred miles".
Traditional culture with a long history, if you love it, you will hide it in your heart and flow in your blood, and your life will never stop.