Everything in the world pays attention to a fate. People are like this, and so are people and poems.
I met a poem at the right time and place and fell in love at first sight when I read it. I can't bear to put down my book and I don't want to stop. Every word passes through my eyes and comes out of my mouth. My mind is clear and I have no other thoughts. After reading three thrilling books, I looked up at the window. The sky is blue as a wash, white clouds pass by, birds chirp and the breeze blows across my face. Where are people? Where is the heart going? Zhuangzi's so-called "forgetting" is probably such a state.
After beginning of autumn, the heat still exists. But occasionally the wind blows, and you can feel a little coolness.
Sit by the window and leave the window open. Open a novel that has been read for a third and enter a world. I have read a poem: I have studied dance for a long time. In a daze Somewhere in my heart is shaking. Fannian, once, Fannian ... What moved me? Which word is it?
Remembering that this is a sentence in a long poem, I opened Baidu and found the ancient meaning of Chang 'an, which is the work of Lu, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty. 34 couplet, 68 sentences, 476 words. In front of the computer, read aloud sentence by sentence, without thinking, just read. Let every word, sentence and sentence of this couplet go straight out of the computer, across dozens of centimeters of space, directly into my brain, and then come to my heart, trembling with my heartbeat.
After three times, I closed the Baidu page, opened it, and began to write an article, recording a poem that came to my heart through my brain. Is the cicada singing on the willow branches by the moat outside the window the same as what you heard in Chang 'an? Seven-fragrant luxury cars with green cows and white horses passed by Chang 'an Avenue in an endless stream, and the whip pointed to the place where the dragon held the treasure cover and the phoenix spit tassels. On both sides of the world of mortals, among the dense locust trees, the songs of birds were introduced into the Chu Pass, which rose to the zenith, and disappeared into the charming songs. The woman who sang "I once learned to dance for a beautiful time" was so busy that her eyes fell on which teenager?
Qian Fan died, but he didn't come back. The noise of laughter and laughter in front of us is close at hand and far away.
The ancient meaning of Chang 'an, this "ancient meaning", has been from the Tang Dynasty to the present. When looking at the end of Chang 'an Avenue, his "ancient meaning" is in the more distant Han Dynasty. Thousands of years later, the poet who wrote the ancient meaning of Chang 'an became a part of the ancient meaning. When he wrote these poems, did he ever think that he would follow them for thousands of years and become a part of Chang 'an? The BMW he saw at the intersection of Chang 'an Avenue was still driving on a wider road. The Luo Luobao belt that he wandered around in the past is still being cleaned up in the hustle and bustle. The Yan songs and Zhao dances he heard in those years are still swaying in the dark room.
Gu Chang 'an, time is the same.
Poetry is eternal, and before poetry, people are humble. Perhaps, poetry is not written by poets, but poetry has found an outlet in poets. At the right time and place, eternal poetry appeared.
Just like this song "The Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an", it has been living in the world since it was born more than 1000 years ago. Through the Tang Dynasty, through the Song Dynasty, until today, it also extends to the distant future, echoing in every heart and between heaven and earth.
A person, a poem, walks in time.
What is the time? Where did those who disappeared from history go? When the sea turned into mulberry fields several times, why didn't time get old? Everything in time is getting old, and only time can get old.
The author of the novel I read said that it is a hero and a delusion to beat time with words. Words, like everything in the world, were born in time and will disappear in time one day.
What is eternity? Eternity is only a long time. Time goes by in a lonely soul. As time goes by, poetry emerges from these souls and shines forever in time.
A gust of autumn wind passed through the window sill, blowing a string of wind chimes and making a soft sound. Outside the window, the willow branches are fluttering, the river is gurgling, and time is still the same.
I saw the two familiar big white birds, clinging to the river, fly with me, from east to west, and from west to east. After going back and forth several times, they flew high out of the water, spread their wings in tandem to the east, and really disappeared out of my sight.
Attachment: Lu Chang 'an's ancient meaning
Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses.
The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house.
The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits the morning glow.
A hundred feet of gossamer is fighting around the tree, and a group of charming birds are singing flowers.
There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees.
Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings.
Liang Jia's painting pavilion ascended to heaven, and the golden stem of Han Emperor was straight outside the cloud.
I don't know each other in front of the building.
Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time.
If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.
I really admire comparing my eyes with mandarin ducks, but can't you see them?
I hate to embroider lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can get double colors from the curtains.
Shuang Yan flies around the painted beam, full of tulips.
Clouds, cicadas and temples, the first month is yellow.
The crow is yellow and white, and the posture is different.
Demon boy BMW iron even money, prostitute panlong golden knee.
In Master Yu's room, the night cries, and the birds in front of Tingwei are dying.
Zhucheng has a faint jade road, but there is no golden embankment in the distance.
Flying eagle with bullets in northern Ling Du, exploring pills to borrow guests from Weiqiao West.
Have invited the knight-errant lotus sword, * * * live in a prostitute's house.
Prostitutes wear purple clothes at dusk and their songs are full of breath.
People in the North Temple are like a moon every night, while people in the South Temple ride like clouds.
Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three essays control three cities.
Weak willows hang down to the ground, and good spirits rise in the dark sky.
In the Han Dynasty, Wu Jinqian took a jade carving of the Tu Su Nautilus Cup.
Luo Yan's treasure belt is for you, and Zhao Dance is for you.
Don't expect anything, don't give in the next day.
The spirit comes from irrigation and drainage, and dictatorship can't tolerate small items.
Autocracy is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze.
For thousands of years, he has been singing and dancing, boasting of arrogance and extravagance.
Festival scenery does not treat each other, mulberry fields need to change rapidly.
In the past, Bai Yutang was to be no.1. Today, only Song Qing is here.
Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book a year.
The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair flies around attacking people.