The rural mountain city is a still picture. It has not changed for thousands of years. People in life are called people in pictures. Their position in society is insignificant. However, people outside the painting are always full of yearning.
Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Garden" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty records: When is it today, I wonder if there are any Han people, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties. In the eyes of others, the lives of these people, no matter in Wei and Jin Dynasties, were suddenly enlightened, with flat and spacious land, houses like dreams, fertile fields, beautiful ponds and bamboos, traffic in different buildings, and chickens and dogs heard about each other.
Shen Congwen also wrote "Taoyuan and Yuanzhou": "Scholars' impression of Taoyuan has not changed much for thousands of years, so whenever the national strength is weak and accidents occur, many people want to be adherents. This article has increased many people's fantasies and increased many people's drinking capacity. As for the people who live there, no one thinks that they are adherents or immortals, and no one has seen them. "
The countryside is really just the talk of frustrated people after drinking or the elegance of idle people. As for the people who live there, no one thinks they are gods and adherents. They live in the so-called Xanadu, bearing the perfection of the picture and the massiness of history. They can't get rid of the picturesque static fate and life. The tragic fate of this potential flow.
In Border Town, the thick, ancient and still scenery of the border town and the picturesque living conditions of the little people in the border town. What about the characters in the painting?
Tea cave, stream, small white tower by the stream, a family under the tower, an old man, a girl and a yellow dog at home. The sun rises, the boat sails by the stream, the sun sets and the boat closes. This life is virtually a painting, like a withered vine and an old tree, like a faint crow, like a small bridge and a flowing family, like a thin horse on an ancient road. This image and taste.
They precipitated great vicissitudes of life, silence and sadness.
As a painting, it has an indelible appreciation value and a strong local flavor. As truth, it is unbearable. Being a person in life is another kind of sadness and helplessness.
Cui Cui's mother died when she was born out of wedlock with an officer, and her father died shortly after her birth. Cui Cui is accompanied by yellow dog, grandfather, ferry, ferry and her mother's vague memory. What I have felt for many years is Linxi Stone, the sky, the sun and the moon, and the river wind.
Cui Cui grew up in windy days, and his skin turned black. Shocked by green mountains and green waters, a pair of eyes are crystal clear. Nature has nurtured and educated her, being naive and lively, and acting like a small animal everywhere. People are really nice, like the weasel on the mountain, never considering cruelty, never worrying, never getting angry ... just like a landscape in the picture. She lives in this eternal picture.
There is no transition between windy and sunny weather, and the town is long and idle. Grandfather and Cui Cui are sitting in the sun on the big stone in front of the door; Or throw a piece of wood into the water from a height, let the yellow dog around jump down from the height of the rock and bring back the title of wood; Or maybe Cui Cui and Huang Gou pricked up their ears to listen to his grandfather talking about war stories in the city many years ago; Or my grandfather and Cui Cui each play a clarinet made of a small bamboo pole, accompanied by a song to greet the bride and see the girl off. ...
It is the bride who welcomes the transition. Cui Cui tried to be a ferryman. Standing at the bow of the boat, lazy climbing cable let the boat pass slowly. When the sedan chair is pulled to the shore, Cui Cui will fight on the mountain. After seeing these from a distance, she will turn back to the boat and bring it closer to the shore. Humming alone or picking a bouquet of wild flowers to dress up the bride on her head. ...
Calm, ancient and peaceful, natural and simple.
However, Cui Cui is sensitive and fragile, lonely and sad.
If grandpa dies ... the music on the diaojiao building corresponds to this melancholy mind. If grandpa dies, will there be any family waiting for her? This is the only way she can see through this photo? This led to a dark love story in Cui Cui's heart. The strokes are calm and plain, and the sentences are not brilliant. The sketch can't be lighter. However, the result is still very heavy in the sketch. The secret sadness is that their love disappeared without beginning. Cui Cui was silent. She just wanted to cry, but there was no reason to cry. Grandfather asked again, and then led the topic to Cui Cui's dead mother ... The old man said for a while, and then he was silent. ...
It turns out that the matchmaker is for the boss. But standing in the bamboo forest on the high slope of Duixi, it is the second child who sings for her. The second one wants to be a lark, and the second one has the character of a poet. Cui Cui likes penises, but he doesn't like bosses. Words are always swimming for a water mill or a ferry, and they continue in grandpa's repeated inquiries on the ferry. The second child likes Cui Cui as well as Cui Cui. He sang 17 night songs for her in Bixi block. He decided that he was destined to be a punter. Cui Cui felt that life was too ordinary, and his heart was a little bleak. She wants to climb up in new personnel ... Cui Cui dreamed that she was floated by a person's song in her dream and picked a handful of Saxifraga on the cliff.
The first matchmaker was the boss, but the boss died. Cui Cui was accused of something she didn't know. The second child abandoned Cui Cui and went to Taoyuan because of the family's resistance. Cui Cui's love was shattered. Grandpa died, and she still took the yellow dog to take the ferry.
The whole thing is just in a calm and vicissitudes picture. It gives people unbearable sadness and unbearable weight. How many people outside the painting are not interested in this kind of sketch? Don't imagine it as heaven? But how many people have really been to the life described in the article? Life is not a painting. Life needs to flow.
In winter, the built white tower was restored. However, the young man who sang under the moon and made Cui Cui's soul float gently in his sleep never returned to the cave. Desolate and simple, sadness is over.
All thoughts are floating, all mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are quiet and condensed in the painting. Precipitate its heavy background: Xanadu or small mountain city? This small mountain city is a paradise, but that kind of life is not imaginary. People in Wei and Jin Dynasties never knew that they were immortals or adherents. Different pictures of life.