Spring Zhu Ziqing
There are often such spring days when you stay in the house and do nothing. Staring at the blue sky outside the window. The bird flashed by and went to a place you never knew.
On the hillock in the north of Yunnan, a pear tree is inserted obliquely on the mahogany mountain like a white torch, burning violently. When the wind blows, white sparks are everywhere. At the same time, in the south of Yunnan, the river is rolling and the blue waves are boundless. The high and low places on both banks, sunny or shady places, dry land or wetlands have all been occupied by flowers, and they are in full bloom. The fat of flowers drips from the branches, blocking the tiny tributaries on both sides of the river and blocking the way for other plants to bask in the sun.
Of course, you have been in such a spring like a happy bee, but after all, you are not like a bee, and flowers are family ties. You enter spring, but you are a monk. Your path is opposite to that of bees. It will break into your room occasionally, and eventually it will find its way back to spring. Therefore, in your life, although you hear the flowers howling on the mountain every spring, you have little time to go to the scene. (You can add a few words later)
I have experienced this cruel irrelevance strongly. I was in the forest near mangshi. In the endless nights of spring and the moon, I walked alone, passing through one hill after another covered with uncorrupted leaves that fell in June 5438+February last year. The moonlight shines on the ground in many-hued. The bees didn't know where they were going, and they met countless flowers along the way. Some of them opened them in front of them and smelled like a can of spirits. Some of these flowers are in the moonlight, others are in the dark, and they are desperately blooming and moving forward wave after wave. Only when withered flowers hang down can new bones bloom again. It seems that there is an irresistible temptation outside to attract them. Actually, it's nothing. They just want to be open and sacrifice themselves to be in full bloom. In this beautiful, quiet and cool spring night, I am fidgety and depressed, like a wolf who can't find a job.
I heard another Ma Yinghua "beep" open, and I suddenly understood that the root of my trouble was that I didn't want to be a man, I wanted to be a flower, and I wanted to be open. I am eager to be one of the flowers, in line with the hometown of this spring.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose (2)
Lu Xun's "From Herb Garden to San Tan Yin Yue"
Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose (3)
Chen Congzhou's "Talking about the Garden"
Gardens can be divided into static and dynamic, which is the first thing we should consider before building gardens. What is a quiet view, that is, a viewing spot where tourists stop more; The concept of moving is to have a long tourist line. On the other hand, the small garden is mainly static, supplemented by dynamic view, and the courtyard is mainly static. The big garden is mainly dynamic, supplemented by static observation. The former is like Suzhou Netscape Garden, while the latter is like Suzhou Humble Administrator's Garden. When people enter the Netscape, they should sit in many buildings and stay around the pool. There are fish swimming in front of the sill, pavilions waiting for the moon to face the wind, flowers moving outside the porch, peaks and mountains as windows, picturesque and interesting. As for the Humble Administrator's Garden, the winding pool turns around and the cloisters recruit people, which is similar to the Slender West Lake, "painting a boat bridge in the afternoon, and the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are too urgent." Beauty lies in moving and changing shadows. This is a dynamic view. Concept comes first, meaning comes later. The distinction between dynamic and static is related to the nature and size of the garden. For example, the bonsai garden under construction in Shanghai is suitable for static observation, which is an example.
China Garden is a comprehensive work of art integrating architecture, landscape, flowers and trees, full of poetry and painting. To manage the water by overlapping mountains, we must create a realm of "although it is man-made, it is self-opening". What's the relationship between mountains and water? In a word, Moshan is flooded with water, with local scenery without shrinking (the pond in Shiyuan Wang imitates the white lotus pond in Tiger Hill, which is wonderful), and the treatment principle is well documented. The mountains are expensive and have veins, the water is expensive and active, the veins are connected, and the whole garden is vivid. I used to explain the relationship between mountains and rivers with "water turns with mountains, and mountains are born of water" and "streams are tortuous because of mountains, and mountains are flat everywhere", which is an inspiration from real mountains and rivers. In the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, Zhang Nanyuan, a dieshan scholar, advocated using Pinggang Xiao Pi and Fu Ling as tablets, even though the landscape was close to nature. If we can initially understand this truth, we will not be too far away from nature, and we can show a wonderful realm of water and stone blending.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose (4)
Liang Shiqiu's Fragments of Elegant Rooms
"Elegant House" is best for moonlit nights-the terrain is higher and the moon comes first. Look at the moon on the mountain, red plates pour in, and in an instant, the lights are bright, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the fields are silent, dogs bark, and all the guests sit quietly! There are two pear trees in front of the house. When the moon rises at noon, the clear light falls from the trees, and the shadows under the ground are gorgeous, which makes it very quiet. Until people dispersed and went to bed, the moonlight still forced through the window to help me feel sad. When it rains in Mao Mao, "Yashe" is also interesting. Looking out of the window, it looks like Michaelis' composition, and if the clouds are foggy, they will diffuse. However, if it rains cats and dogs, I will feel uneasy again. Thick seals are everywhere on the roof. At first it was as big as a bowl, then it expanded like a basin, and then it dripped endlessly. Finally, the gypsum on the roof suddenly cracked, like a wonderful flower blooming and mud betting. At this moment, the house is full of chaos, save the people. This kind of experience is not uncommon.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose (5)
Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, Wang Mi is the leaf of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m÷o, nu ó), and some are patting the flowers shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
Excerpts from Beautiful Prose (6)
Pictures of Bing Xin
Strolling at the foot of the mountain gate, have you ever wanted to visit the victory?
Turning the ravine, it is a grassland with endless shadows. There is a curved stone bridge behind the tree, and there are two lions squatting in the residual photo behind the bridge. Looking back, only a piece of broken tiles and broken walls and a peeling red door are deeply closed. It turned out to be the tomb of my hometown! How to use it to feel the ups and downs and print a picture?
Halfway up the mountain, thousands of swallows are flying around the temple. () The battlements-like fence, Baishi Tunnel and yellow-green glazed tile gatehouse are beautifully carved. In front of the building, the sunset glow on the mountain is bright red, and behind the building, there are plain village trees on the horizon, deep blue and purple. In the twilight, blend together. Is it Yuyu Qionglou? Is it Yaogong North Que? How to search for poems and print a picture?
Walking with his head down, a poem broke out in my mind. "There are no short trees in the south of the Yangtze River in April, and everyone enjoys the cool." Why remember whose work this is, and why remember the full text of this poem. It's just that this has painted the home at the foot of the mountain!
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The Cambridge I Know by Xu Zhimo
The spirituality of Cambridge lies in a river; I dare say that He Kang is the most beautiful water in the world. The name of this river is Granta, and there is another river called Kifkan. There may be a difference between bunk beds, I'm not sure. The river twists and turns. Upstream is the famous Byron Pool, where Byron once played. There is an old village called Gransted, and there is an orchard. You can drink tea in the shade of many peaches and plums. Flowers and fruits will fall into your teacup, and little birds will peck at your table. This is a world of difference. This is upstream; Downstream comes down from chesterton, and the river spreads out, which is the place for boating competitions in spring and summer. There is a dam at the boundary between upstream and downstream, and the water is very urgent. Listening to the sound of water under the starlight, listening to the bells near the village, and listening to the sounds of tired cattle and grass by the river are the most mysterious things in my Cambridge experience: the beauty and tranquility of nature, tuned in the tacit understanding of starlight and waves, accidentally drowned your soul.
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Zhou Zuoren's "Wu Pengchuan" fragment
If you leave the city and walk 30 or 40 miles (the mileage in our place is very short, only one-third of a mile), you always have to prepare for a day's journey back and forth. Sitting on a boat, you should have the mentality of traveling. Look around. Mountains, Ubuntu on the shore, red and white ruins on the river, fishermen and various bridges can be seen everywhere. When you are sleepy, sleep in the cabin and take out your essays, or make a bowl of green tea to drink. I like the Jianhu area outside the side door, with Hejiachi and pot tendons close at hand, or riding a donkey to visit Lanting in Lougong Port (but I advise you to walk or ride a donkey or it's not suitable for you). It's also quite interesting to go into the city at dusk and hang up the East Gate of Li Xue. If the journey is not calm, you can sail to Hangzhou in the afternoon. The scenery at dusk is the best, but unfortunately I forgot the names of these places.
Sleeping in the cabin at night, listening to the sound of water sculling, the greeting of ships coming and going, the barking of dogs in the country and the crowing of chickens are also very interesting. Renting a boat to go to the countryside to see the temple fair drama can let you know the real interest of China's old dramas. You can move freely on the boat, watch if you want, sleep if you want, and drink if you want. I think it can also be regarded as an ideal way to enjoy eating and drinking. Unfortunately, these plays and receptions were banned after the reform. Middle-class imbeciles should not build "sea-style" theaters in places like "Cloth Hall", please buy tickets to see the cat and children play in Shanghai. You can't go to these places.
I'm afraid no one knows you when you come to my hometown. I'm sorry and disappointed, because I'm teaching, so I can't play with you, take a night flight and chat. Mr. and Mrs. Chuan Dao are now at the foot of the mountain. I could have introduced you, but I'm afraid they will have left their hometown when you get there. Be kind to yourself and cherish yourself at the beginning of a cold.