Jiang Xue wrote 400 words on this snowy day. Snow like goose feathers poured down, like a group of elves, falling on the rolling mountains, like covering the mountains with a quilt, covered with snow. How empty and desolate it seems at this time. No more birds playing and chirping. Probably they all went back to their warm and comfortable homes to rest! On the narrow path in the mountains, it dances like a silver snake in the mountains and stretches out into the distance. At this time, it was deserted, leaving only a "big quilt" and a pile of dead branches and leaves.
The wind blows harder and harder, and the snow falls harder and harder. White, sparkling snowflakes slowly, gently, layer by layer to the trees along the river with a layer of silver. At first, they became silver bars like silver lines. Finally, the river was covered with snowflakes. Reed is also covered with snowflakes, so heavy that it is bent over. On the endless river, there is a lonely boat, drifting with the tide. There is an old man in a hat and hemp fiber on the boat. The biting cold wind hit his face like a knife, but the old man still sat motionless on the boat fishing, just like a sculpture, integrated with this white world. His eyes were fixed on the river, but his fishing line did not move. On the contrary, he was not worried. He sat there quietly. ...
See here, I can't help but think of Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue:
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
3. Jiang Xue's composition is 300 words. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Winter is like an angel, facing the cold wind. In the evening, she gently shook off the white feathers on her wings, and snowflakes fell one after another, making people unable to see things in the distance. The only thing I know is that there are no pedestrians around and I can't hear the sound of birds flapping their wings. A snowflake-like loneliness flooded me.
Walking along the river, the snow is getting smaller and smaller. Snowflakes are like white cherry petals, falling bit by bit, like twinkling white starlight. Through the snow, the mountains in the distance are covered with snow and hazy. There was a sudden sound of water on the river. I turned around and saw a lonely boat floating on the river. I saw a fisherman's aging figure, wearing a straw hat, fishing in the snow under the boat lights. The ship was covered with a thick layer of snow.
In winter, the angel's white fluff flutters around in the cold winter night, just like dandelion seeds, looking for the direction of home. In the cold current, the wings began to snow.
Snow, still dancing in the cold wind ...
And I just want to ask the fisherman, do you feel lonely?
4. Write a narrative around the poem "Jiang Xue", with snowflakes all over the sky and the earth covered with a silvery white coat, some solemn and some chilling. The rolling distant mountains are like a group of camels trekking, and the flat and wide Yuan Ye is like a vast and quiet white ocean.
The mountain bird has returned to the south, and everything is silent, which is quite scary. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the tall and straight Gu Song slightly shakes his heavy body, making a rustling sound and revealing sporadic green, which seems to challenge the heavy snow all over the sky.
There is no way home in the deep mountains, and the world is covered by a pink world. Open your eyes stung by snow, and you can vaguely distinguish a series of footprints that will be covered by flying snow and lead to the river.
A solitary boat was moored by the river, and an old man in coir and hat was fishing at the bow. He sat motionless at the bow of the boat, like a statue, revealing a touch of depth. He blends into the background of continuous mountains and rolling rivers, forming a natural picture, which can not help but admire its unparalleled charm.
5. Jiang Xue's composition on this snowy day.
Snow like goose feathers poured down, like a group of elves, falling on the rolling mountains, like covering the mountains with a quilt, covered with snow. How empty and desolate it seems at this time.
No more birds playing and chirping. Probably they all went back to their warm and comfortable homes to rest! On the narrow path in the mountains, it dances like a silver snake in the mountains and stretches out into the distance.
At this time, it was deserted, leaving only a "big quilt" and a pile of dead branches and leaves. The wind blows harder and harder, and the snow falls harder and harder.
White, sparkling snowflakes slowly, gently, layer by layer to the trees along the river with a layer of silver. At first, they became silver bars like silver lines. Finally, the river was covered with snowflakes. Reed is also covered with snowflakes, so heavy that it is bent over.
On the endless river, there is a lonely boat, drifting with the tide. There is an old man in a hat and hemp fiber on the boat.
The biting cold wind hit his face like a knife, but the old man still sat motionless on the boat fishing, just like a sculpture, integrated with this white world. His eyes were fixed on the river, but his fishing line did not move. On the contrary, he was not worried. He sat there quietly ... Seeing this, I couldn't help but think of Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue: There are no birds in the hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousands of paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
6. Yongzhou, Jiang Xue is a beautiful cultural ancient city in southern Hunan, and its geographical environment is superior. Green water passes through the city and is surrounded by beautiful mountains. Looking around, the eyes are full of green, just like a jade carefully created by God, which makes this ancient city forever radiate the brilliance of life and youth. However, the most intoxicating scenery in Yongzhou ancient city is the snow scene. When the heavy snow turned the mountains into silver, there was white everywhere. In this silvery world, Num is like a jewel necklace around the neck of the ancient city, which is particularly eye-catching and bright green.
On that day, Liu Zongyuan went home from court, with red clouds and cloudy weather.
I remembered my good friend Han Yu, who was expelled from Beijing on such a day and went to Chaozhou by the sea. At this time, I happened to be walking on the mountain road in Qinling, braving the snow and suffering, but I could do nothing. Thought of here, the warm stove can no longer make him feel comfortable and safe, but also go to the ice and snow, suffering from the cold like Han Yu, and his heart will be more stable. So he took the boy and braved the heavy snow to go fishing in Weihe River.
They rocked the boat to the middle of the Weihe River. The ship is very crude, the canopy is blowing in all directions, and a layer of snow has accumulated in the cabin. Liu Zongyuan put on hemp fiber and hat, picked up the fishing rod, straightened the fishing line, and sat at the bow pretending to catch fish. Fishing pays attention to peace of mind. At this time, Liu Zongyuan was not in the mood to fish at all. Han Yu's experience has been lingering in his mind, and he just wants to miss him alone. However, it is impossible to show it. If others know, unexpected things will happen.
Suddenly, he had a brainwave and had a simple framework. He looked up at the surrounding scenery. The Qinling Mountains in the south are steep and heavy. The sky is cloudy and there are no birds in sight; There is nearly a foot of snow on the river bank, and there are no pedestrians, which also covers the footprints and hoofprints of any creature: "There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths." With these two words, the empty environment comes to life. Only on the mirror-like river, an old man who is worried about the country and the people and has a heavy heart is fishing alone. I'm thinking, am I mourning Han Yu, a cold fish? But my mind is not on the fish at all. Han Yu is not dead, and I can't say that. But the word "Han" is absolutely necessary. Now that there is "cold" and "fishing for cold fish" doesn't rhyme, the word "fish" can never be used. But not to mention fishing. What are you fishing in this cold river? Practice hard, choose words carefully, chew over words, and deliberate repeatedly. In the end, I condensed it into this eternal swan song:
7. The scenery description in Jiang Xue's Jiang Xue is one of Liu Zongyuan's representative works, and it is a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
Former fans? The article commented: "There are few excellent works in the Tang Dynasty except Liu Zihou's Fishing for Snow." Gu? Comment: "Farewell, the snow scene is as it is now."
Zhu thought: "Thousands, thousands, loneliness, talking in pairs, wonderful. Fish lurks in the cold river, and you can't catch it. This is not for the fish.
If you can catch fish, how can you catch fish alone? Contemporary scholars have also conducted in-depth discussions on this poem from different angles. Some people think that "fishing alone in the cold river" represents the spirit of "knowing it is impossible to do it"; Some people think that "Jiang Xue's whole poems show ethereal freedom without obstacles" and "show an ineffable Zen".
Let's learn about Jiang Xue's writing background. Jiang Xue was written in Yongzhou, which is located in southern Hunan and belongs to subtropical monsoon humid climate. The frost-free period is more than 300 days, and the average temperature is 65438 07.8℃. It can be seen that it is rare that there are no birds and no footprints in the mountains.
Born and raised in Yongzhou, the author has never seen small water freeze. And there is no fishing in the snow in southern Hunan.
There have been many droughts and floods in Yongzhou history, and earthquakes have also been recorded. According to the meteorological conditions before and after Liu Zongyuan's banishment, the chronology of historical events in Lingling area (2 1986, 1 1 version) (2 14 BC-65438).
The following year, heavy rains caused disasters. In 808, there was a great drought.
According to the book Disaster Meteorological Data since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Yongzhou is severely frozen except for frequent droughts and floods. For example, 1969, "the strongest freezing since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the extreme minimum temperature is MINUS 7. 1 degree".
"1972 moderate-intensity freezing occurred in early February." "1974 year of freezing drought".
"Strong freezing year 1977. From 1 month to February, due to the frequent invasion of strong cold waves ... more than 6,300 cattle in the whole region were frozen to death, and citrus and trees were seriously lost. "
"1982, a strong freezing occurred in early February, overwhelming a large number of trees, bamboos and telephone poles, causing road collapse, traffic jam, communication interruption and serious losses". This shows that the climate in Yongzhou is sometimes very cold because of the cold wave.
Before and after the Spring Festival in 2003, there were two large-scale snowfalls in the south of the Yangtze River, which affected Fujian and Guangdong. Yongzhou is no exception, even Xiufeng in Guilin is covered with snow. CCTV News Network made a special report.
Standing on a high place overlooking the wilderness of Yongzhou, it is white; Standing on the shore, looking at the cold current of num, wisps of white fog filled. We seem to see the snow scene written by Liu Zongyuan.
According to Liu Zongyuan's account, there was a heavy snow in Yongzhou in the second year of Yuanhe (807). "Before 67, the servant came to the south, and in the winter of two years, thanks to the heavy snow, it was in several States in South Vietnam. Dogs in several States are yellow, people who walk are tired, and there is no snow. "
(Answer to Wei Zhongli's book "Teacher's Way") This wonder of nature is probably the trigger and fuse of Jiang Xue's conception. After Liu Zongyuan failed to participate in the "Yongzhen Innovation", he was demoted to Shaozhou Secretariat in September and "Dao demoted to Yongzhou Sima" and arrived in Yongzhou in November.
This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the 33-year-old reformers who are in their prime. In the first month of the first year of Yuanhe (806), Ling Zhun, one of the eight sons of Sima, died of anger, and Liu's mother Lu died less than half a year after coming to Yongzhou. The fire in Liu Mansion really linked national worries, family disasters and physical worries.
This political storm made him "isolated", angry and sentimental, which was the key to Jiang Xue's thought. Jiang Xue has only 20 words: "There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "It's all ordinary words, plain and simple.
However, it is these common words and expressions that outline a lonely fishing map in a cold river with an open artistic conception and cold air, render a desolate atmosphere, create a lonely and unyielding state of mind, and contain profound connotations. At first glance, this poem seems to be Snow Scene in Yongjiang Township, which is about working people.
It's actually a political lyric poem. The image of a fisherman struggling with the cold and snow entrusted the poet's ideals and ambitions and reflected the poet's own shadow.
First of all, the first two sentences use "Qian Shan" and "Wanjing" to describe mountains and roads, which means a broad background. Looking around, all the mountains can't see the shadow of birds, and there are no traces of pedestrians on every path. The hills in the south are in an extremely quiet background, as if the whole world is dominated by ice and snow.
This reminds us of a great man's "Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snow drifting". Poets use "birds fly away" and "people disappear" to render the vastness of heaven and earth and set off the cold weather.
The last two sentences are like close-ups in movies, focusing on a boat and a fisherman wearing a Li hat, fishing on the snow-covered river. Using "loneliness" and "independence" to describe a fisherman's lofty aloof, regardless of the ice and snow, not afraid of the cold, absorbed in fishing, seems inviolable.
Fishermen don't just catch fish, but Cold Jiang Xue and Cold Jiang Xue, like a stroke of genius, organically connect "river" and "snow", and combine reality with reality to make the whole picture seamless.
At the same time, it beautifies the image of fishermen and embodies the spirit of struggle not to yield to harsh environment. In writing, the fisherman who resolutely fishes is highlighted with a static background and a cold and dead picture; The coldness of the hot and cold environment reflects the poet's childlike innocence in fighting against the harsh political climate. His inner world is warm and full of yearning.
Poetry cannot be expressed. At present, there are four representative views on Jiang Xue's artistic conception.
Mr Wu Xiaoru thinks that "the poet's subjective intention is to write the fisherman's spiritual world calmly". "The old fisherman was not afraid of cold weather and heavy snow, forgot everything and devoted himself to fishing. Although it is lonely in form, it seems lofty and aloof in character, and even a little awe-inspiring.
This illuminated and beautified image of the fisherman is actually the sustenance and portrayal of Liu Zongyuan's own thoughts and feelings (A Dictionary of Appreciation of Tang Poetry). First, it can be called "lofty and aloof theory".
Xia Lu thinks: "Jiang Xue, a work in Yongzhou period, although only four sentences, is a swan song of" grasping people and grasping the environment ",which profoundly embodies the author's thought of worshipping Confucianism and Buddhism and the resulting Zen interest" (from.
8. Write a composition, Jiang Xue, and write it into a poem. In the dead of winter, the north wind roared. Snowflakes fall from the sky like magnolia and bloom between heaven and earth. The former Qingfeng Mountain has also turned white and blended with the sky.
Covered the earth and became a cloud-colored world. The trees are covered with sparkling snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; Free-flying birds have disappeared without a trace. The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. The vibrant world suddenly became silent.
The weather is very cold, people are hiding at home, sitting around the fire to keep warm, and there are no people around. Gee, it's so cold, why is anyone still here? Look carefully, it turned out to be an old man, wearing hemp fiber and a hat on his head! He sat alone in a lonely boat, smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water. He sat quietly with his hands in his arms, waiting for the fish to bite. Ha … It's silly to go fishing in such a cold day. Will you fall? However, after such a long time and such a cold weather, the old man persisted and sat quietly waiting for the fish to bite. Perhaps, the old man knew that he might not catch fish, but he persisted. What does this mean? It shows that the old man has no fear of the dark forces, but is strong-willed and will not go along with them.
9. Jiang Xue was changed into a narrative mountain, covered with heavy snow, and there was a silvery white world between heaven and earth. There are no birds in the air, all the paths are covered with snow, and there are no footprints. The whole land was covered with snow, and an old fisherman in hemp fiber and hat was fishing alone on the Han River. Look, what a vivid picture it is to fish alone in the cold river!
In the middle of winter, the north wind roared and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth and becoming a white world. The trees are covered with sparkling snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. The vibrant world suddenly became silent.
In the rolling hills, the chirping birds of the past disappeared. Some of them go to the far south for the winter, while others hide in warm nests and enjoy a happy life. Poor Hao Han birds froze to death in twos and threes under the tree, and there was no trace of any birds anywhere. The mountain road is white, and no one has walked through the footprints left. Ah, it's so cold. People are hiding at home, sitting around the fire to keep warm, and there is no one around.
On the icy river, the raging north wind is raging, and snowflakes are drifting east and west, looking for their own world. However, on the river, an old man was sitting alone in a lonely boat, wearing hemp fiber and hat. He smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water. He sat quietly with his hands in his arms, waiting for the fish to bite.
In this cold environment, the old fisherman is not afraid of the ice and snow, forgets everything, devotes himself to fishing, and is lonely, showing a lofty aloof and inviolable.