When I was a child, the first sentence I read about snow was Cen Can's "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." At that time, I had never seen a million pears in full bloom, not even a tree. Winter in the north, in my eyes, is always a little declining season. Even if there are more flowers and trees, it is difficult to hide the thick desolation and long cold. In this farewell poem, the colorful snowflakes in the north are transformed into smoked flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, which is warm and romantic, and parting also contains infinite spring and warm feelings. In the suburb of my hometown, there is a big river. There used to be a big forest on both sides. When it snows, the branches are covered with snowflakes. Looking from a distance, in the dense fog, it is blurred and soft, and there is no winter chill. Probably, pear blossoms are swaying in the spring breeze.
Snow suddenly makes people feel warm.
Otherwise, how could Zhang Dai go to the Huting to see the snow on a snowy night? That should be the snow in Jiangnan.
A paragraph of ethereal, simple, meaningful, concise and clean words, with a trace of loneliness, sadness and disappointment in the extraordinary. Reading it is like a breeze blowing through the impetuous world. This is the snow in the late Ming Dynasty, which fell in a stormy age and in the heart of a scholar.
The snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake made him realize the true meaning of life from the end of an era. "Heaven and clouds, mountains and water are all white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long embankment, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and only two or three people on board. " Snow covered the familiar lakes and mountains, giving the world peace and intimacy. This is the beauty of nature. Touching the quiet and empty snowy night, he heard the sound of time passing and life passing. What a pity to be touched by nature, how fragile life is to nature, and only the power of thought can last. Lofty scholars can always find spiritual comfort in the blending of nature and soul. As a result, nature and folk customs have become a kind of classical chanting, and a kind of bookish spirit accustomed to ancient and modern times has soared.
Tao 'an's Dream is a dream-seeking work written by Zhang Dai based on the ordinary anecdotes of his old country. Busy old dreams, scenes with glitz and illusion spread on the snowy white background of the world, like fallen leaves outside the window, staggered and bustling, and finally could not escape the fate of history. Broken time is spilled on paper and flows away, which always seems ambiguous. When we turn around, there is a beautiful snow that is the most unforgettable, so we have a dream-seeking and snow-watching work. Pale pen and ink, humiliated expression, full of Zhang Dai's profound eyes and looking back on the world, and then wandering in the dust of history with the breath of life.
Looking for dreams, looking at flowers with tears, vaguely recalling the past.
Looking for a dream, the origin is doomed, like flying snow into the dust and flowers falling with the river.
Search for dreams, exile yourself with endless thoughts, collect fragments of life, and go to the purgatory of rebirth.
This is Zhang Dai.
From the prosperity of the streets to the loneliness of the mountains, and then to the depths of personal life in the loneliness of losing his home country, his once wealth and splendor are fleeting, and the change of dynasties and the rise and fall of his home country make him feel that life is impermanent and things are unpredictable. In the preface of Tao An's Dream, he stated his situation like this: "Tao An's country has been destroyed, and there is no end. This is a savage. In the past, seeing it was like a poisonous beast, and you were afraid to meet it. As a real scholar, Zhang Dai can never stop the inner passion of generate and the surge of literary thoughts. He wrote a book to save the dead soul, gave the desperate self hope and courage to survive, left a string of stars to illuminate the lonely night sky, and wrote a magnificent swan song in the dusk scene of life.
The beautiful and affectionate snow in the lake pavilion made Zhang Dai meet a bosom friend in loneliness, and once again met the joy of meeting by chance in life and the sadness of coming and going in a hurry. However, Zhou Zi muttered to himself, "Don't say Xiang Gong is crazy, it's more like Xiang Gong." This finishing touch completely breaks the temperament middleman, is honest and sincere, and is not indulged by the secular.
Zhang Dai is free. Although he lost his life as an official, he experienced the power of nature and the vicissitudes of the world in the freedom of his mind. Zhang Dai is free and easy. He resolutely abandoned the shackles of an era that disappointed him and returned to nature with a keen and wise eye, which also included the mood and character of a fallen aristocrat, the conscience of a fallen scholar and the ethics of ice and snow.
Coincidentally, the Prince of the Eastern Jin Dynasty sailed to Yinshan on a snowy night to visit his friends. He arrived in front of Dai's house in the morning and turned back. People ask why. Yue: I came for a while, but I was tired for a while. What's wrong with going to Dai Kui? This seems to be a little common sense, but when you think about it carefully, it has a slight meaning, which has an unspeakable shock to future generations and their lives. We walk in the secular world all day, and many established rules that disgust our conscience make us involuntarily. Wang Ziyou's maverick behavior is obviously a mockery and struggle against the secular world. Even if it is so isolated, secretive, paranoid and insignificant, we can clearly see the undercurrent in an independent person's heart like the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li after the wind blows away, and it will certainly gush out and pour a thousand miles.
The snow in the Tang Dynasty gave Liu Zongyuan another feeling of fishing.
Fishing, a Taoist leisure way in China's classical literature, was pushed to the extreme by Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
In thousands of years of countless winters, he has this winter alone.
The cold river is lonely and the snow is silent.
Don't ask him why he is warm and cold, refuses relatives and friends, and stays away from the noise of worldly affairs. At this time, I always think of Jiang Taigong, as if I were fishing with Jiang Gong.
There is an ethereal vastness in the vastness, and the affinity between man and nature permeates the primitive silence. Do you also have that kind of sad mood? The empty boat is moored on the quiet water, perhaps the bait-free hook swims gently among the fish at the bottom of the water, and the helpless and lonely snowflake falls into the river, drifting with the tide, appearing exquisite, pure, cold and aloof in the dignified snow fog.
Life is also a kind of fate. In such an accident and moment, what is deliberately pursued is often hard-won, and the unexpected encounter unconsciously may be doomed.
There is love in heaven and earth, and everything has spirit. This day must be remembered. But after thousands of years, we seldom do this. Fishing alone on the cold river with tired birds is a great portrayal of China's fish and firewood culture.
"Flying flowers and dancing in the air is a floating life, learning poetry and waiting for Changfeng, leaving a lonely ice rhyme for a thousand years of snow poetry."
I tried to make a poem, thinking about the classical situation in the distance.
"The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? " In classical reading, looking back at the dusk of Chu Qing, I seem to be listening to the songs of classical snow from afar. In different times, in the same natural scene, they reflect the humanistic self-feeling with different postures, giving free space for thoughts and emotions to fluctuate. Of course, this also includes the dignity of personality and the power of dignity. Frank said that enduring pain in a dignified way is a real internal achievement, because it proves that people have inalienable spiritual freedom at any time.
Adhere to self-dignity, cross secular barriers and pursue freedom of thought; Cherish the dignity of self, so that life can remain rich, brilliant and profound in difficult or inappropriate times. This is a difficult mental journey of some literati with Wei and Jin demeanor for thousands of years. Gaze at the truth and elegance of these lives in the classical snow, look at their confusion and persistence, arrogance and firmness with a modern eye, and interpret and appreciate the history and culture in this unique time and space in the snow season with a cold and cautious attitude. You will feel the preciousness of freedom, the charm of human nature and the release of thoughts in the dark from your heart. It looks at the history of ashes in a simple, direct and self-centered way, giving people a kind of relaxation and release. They may not be heroes or gifted scholars, but they have a lingering aristocratic spirit, and they have taken a long road of persistent pursuit of art and belief. This is a road of no return, which requires endurance and patience, and requires the price of personality and life. They don't have to rely on the sword, and the strong men don't return, but they can walk all the way and sing songs in their shoes; They don't necessarily want grapes and wine, but they can pour wine and recite poems to the sky; They don't have to spend rainy nights in the rivers and lakes, but they can take care of Qingshan and be unique in ancient and modern times; They don't have to be flashy and fringed, but they can flourish. They have deep gratitude and admiration for nature, and believe that the inheritance of life lies not in life itself, but in the spirit that embodies the value of life.
When my fingers gently turn over these pages, it's like walking into a classical village in a snowy area, and into a spiritual hall built by them with the brilliance of their thoughts and the dignity of their personality. Walking into this village, I vaguely saw the classical candlelight swaying in front of their windows, distorting the yellow pages like moonlight, and quietly hiding the decline. This is the book of the last few centuries, and Zheng Yun's ups and downs in the Spring River. Xiao Gu broke the silence of the night and danced with the reappearance of the light of the soul; When I walked into this village, I felt as if I had stopped at the Dojo of their thoughts. I rushed through their calligraphy paradise like light water; When I walked into this village, I couldn't bear to knock on their carved doors and windows. I am like a charming wind, quietly passing through their starry sky and their dreams; Walking into this village, I left them a string of poems written with my heart. When the morning bell rings the snow-like frost, the blink of an eye becomes a distant dream.
What you do is a real romantic trend through the ages, and what you do is an article on the atmosphere of the world. Classical snow, another source of life experience, falls on the cultural spirit in people's hearts and dances with the flowers of life thoughts.