On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the sky. 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 veins, 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 bushes, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
2. Excerpt from "Yangguan Snow" by Yu.
I walked blankly in the endless grave, and Eliot's The Waste Land came to my mind. This is the history of China.
Wasteland: like the horseshoe of rain, like the cry of thunder, like the blood of notes. The loving mother in the central plains has white hair, and the spring boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River is far away, Hunan Lake.
Cry at night. Farewell to my hometown in Liu Yin, the general glared at me and hunted military flags in the north wind. With a puff of smoke,
Another puff of smoke drifted away. I believe that the deceased, such as husband, are facing the enemy lines in northern Shuobei; I believe they really want to.
Looking back at the last moment, give a look to the familiar land. As a result, they twisted down and became sand piles.
Seats.
3. Yu Dafu's Autumn of the Old Capital?
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or quietly facing the blue morning glory like morning glory at the broken waist, you can naturally feel the breath of autumn. Speaking of morning glory. I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
4. Yu Guangzhong's Listening to the Cold Rain
Listen, the cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. The rain fell on his umbrella, on the umbrellas, raincoats, houses and antennas of millions of people in this city. It's raining in Keelung Port, on the breakwater, on the boat in the channel, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. The rain and dew are ethereal and psychedelic, smelling carefully, refreshing, with a little mint fragrance. When it is thick, it gives off a faint earthy smell unique to grass trees after soaking their hair. Maybe it's actually the smell of earthworm and snail. After all, this is a shock. Maybe it's life on the ground and underground, maybe it's the silly crawling of China's ancient memories, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, and that smell is fishy.
5. Bi Shumin: "Filial piety is priceless"
"Filial piety" is a fleeting attachment, and "filial piety" is an unrepeatable happiness. Filial piety is a long-standing regret.
Things, "filial piety" is the chain that life meets life. Once it's disconnected, it can't be connected again.
Be filial to your parents. Maybe a mansion, maybe a brick. Maybe one on the other side of the ocean
A swan goose may be the information at hand. Maybe it's a pure black doctor's hat, maybe it's red in the exercise book.
Five points. Maybe it's a table of delicious food, maybe it's a wild fruit and a small flower. Maybe it's a gorgeous dress, maybe.
This is a pair of clean old shoes. Maybe tens of thousands of dollars, maybe just a coin with a body temperature ... but "filial piety"
Generally speaking, they are equivalent.
Just, children of the world, we must hurry! When your parents were still alive.
6. Bing Xin gives it to young readers
Countless farewell people, on the farthest river bank, just hold this last cut-off note and float this behemoth to the west with the heaviest sadness!
Life on the boat is so fresh and lively, except for three meals, just playing games and walking around at will. In the first three days at sea, I completely returned to the state of a child. I threw sandbags in circles, enjoyed it, and then I never played again. It's strange to think about myself later. Without him, the sea evoked memories of my childhood. In the waves, childlike innocence and playmates jumped into my mind. I hate that there are few children on board this time. In the three days since my childlike innocence came back, are there any good games to guess!
I have lived by the sea since I was a child, but I have never seen the sea as flat as a mirror. This time out of Wusongkou, the day's voyage is sparkling and endless, with a cool breeze blowing gently, and the ship is like sailing on ice. After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake, blue-green, condensed into one piece, and the golden light of the sunset, like a long snake, rushes straight from the horizon to the stands of others.
From the sky to the water in front of the boat, from light red to dark green, into dozens of colors, layer by layer, piece by piece ... children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene!
7 \ Yu Xue
I like the flying snowflakes in Shanghai. It is "snow-white" white, as beautiful as a flower. It seems to be lighter than air, not falling from the air, but being rolled up from the ground by the air. However, it is like a living creature, like a group of gnats (ruì) at dusk in summer, like bees in the honey-picking period in spring. It is busy flying, up or down, fast or slow, or sticking to people, or squeezing into the cracks, and seems to have its own will and purpose. It is silent. But when it flies, we seem to hear the cries and footsteps of millions of people, the rough sea, the roar of the forest, and sometimes it seems to hear the whispers of children, the quiet evening prayers in the chapel, the cheerful birds singing in the garden ... It brings gloom and cold. But in its flying posture, we saw a charitable mother, a lively child, smiling flowers, warm sun, silent sunset ... it didn't breathe. But when it jumped on our faces, we seemed to smell the fresh air in the wilderness, the elegant orchids in the valley, the rich roses in the garden, and the faint jasmine ... During the day, it made thousands of beautiful gestures; At night, it gives off silver light, shines on our pedestrians, and draws all kinds of flowers and trees on our glass windows, oblique, straight, curved and upside down. And the river, the clouds in the sky …
8. Yu's poem Rain at Night?
It's best to imagine fighting the rich on a rainy night. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat emitted from you is a fog. There are few things you can see, but it seems that you can see far away. The wind is not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turns into a gradual rain. The ripples in the river are denser and the mud on the road is thicker. At this moment, nothing will interfere with the laissez-faire between her. You scrape the fog off the window with your warm fingers and see countless crystal raindrops outside the window. The new fog appeared again. You still row, row, row with your fingers, and finally row to the name you miss.
9. Zhu Ziqing's Summer in Yangzhou
Pingshan Hall is on the tree hill. You can see the faint outline of the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River in the hall. I think the phrase "the color of the mountain is both there and there is no color" is right and not wrong. There are few tourists here, so you can stay in the class for life. The scenery along the road also wins with leisure and silence. Get off the boat from Tianning Gate or North Gate. The winding city wall reflects the pale shadow in the water, and the boat slowly supports it, as if there is no sound on the shore. There are three kinds of boats: big boats are used for banquets and tourism, and can carry prostitutes or play cards. When I was a child, I used to go with my father and listen to Mou Liyang's records on the boat. There may be fewer such boats now, right Secondly, "rowing boat" is really like a watermelon, supported by a man or a woman with a bamboo pole. If there are many passengers, you can hire two and cross it with a small stool: this can also be regarded as an "ark". Later, another kind of "ocean rowing boat" appeared, which was smaller than the big ship and larger than the "rowing boat". A cloth tent was set up above it to keep out the sun and rain. There are more and more "foreign rowing boats" and fewer and fewer big boats, but "small rowing boats" are always needed. This is not only because it is the cheapest, but also because it is smart. Sitting alone on a boat and standing at the stern with a bamboo pole is simply a Tang poem or a landscape painting. Moreover, some good teenagers are willing to punt themselves, and they are not "rowing boats".
10. Zhu Ziqing's Summer in Yangzhou
The cover of Qingyang Village hangs on Qingyang and flutters with the wind, which reminds people of the famous sentence "Qingyang Guo Cheng is Yangzhou". There are ponds, bamboo forests and pavilions, and the scenery is the most quiet. Teahouses in this area are well arranged, far from Shanghai, but the square teahouses in the north are also comparable. "Down the river" is always in the afternoon. When I came back in the evening, I went ashore in the dusk, folded my gown and put it on my wrist, shaking my fan slightly in one hand; In this way, I entered the North Gate or Tianning Gate and walked home. At this time, you can read the poem "I have to live for half a day".
1 1. Zhu Ziqing's Looking at Flowers
I like blooming apricot flowers, elegant little red peaches and beaded bauhinia. But my favorite is Xifu Begonia. Begonia blooms well and withers well; It's gorgeous, but there is no trace. Sparse Gao Qian's son, heroic spirit faint and aggressive. Unfortunately, I have never seen it in the moonlight; Wang has two words: "I am only worried about the dim moonlight, and it is difficult to detect the ebb and flow of microwave tides." I think the begonia flowers under the moon are probably like this. For the sake of begonia, I went to Zhongshan Park in the city with a strong wind two days ago, and many people enjoyed the flowers. But somehow, I forgot the Jifu ancestral hall. Y told me that a plant there covered more than half of the yard; Everything else grows upward, but this one extends horizontally.
12. Zhu Ziqing's back.
To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had hugged the scarlet orange and turned around. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm leaving; Write it over there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.
13. jathyapple Pyramid in Yang Shuo
The night I went, when I first arrived, it was unfortunately dark, but there was no news of the moon. The golden pagoda seems to melt into the deep and heavy night, and the outline can only be seen when you walk in front of you. The tower is all made of a big stone more than a mile long. Climbing up several floors along the stone, overlooking the lighted Cairo night market, unconsciously aroused my infinite feelings. I've been here all day. I went into the tower, climbed a stone gallery and went straight into the middle of the tower, where the sarcophagus of Pharaoh, king of Egypt, was placed. The empty coffin is still there, but it is incomplete. Tonight, I climbed the pyramid and touched the big stone covered with the sweat of the ancient Egyptian people. I can't help but marvel from the heart. Think about it, more than 5,000 years ago, with what wisdom did the Egyptian people create such an ancient and modern miracle? For a moment, I felt that what was hidden in the pyramid was not the sarcophagus of Pharaoh, but the infinite and amazing wisdom of the Egyptian people; The pyramids are not the tombs of the pharaohs, but the embodiment of the national spirit.
14. Magic season in Zhang Xiaofeng
In autumn, the mountains are no longer thin, the white velvet reed sea is also at low tide, and the acacia is dark green.
Tung leaves are light green, Hsinchu is green, and the newly sprouted grass is yellow-green. Or those old trees.
Green, and the tender green of vines, is the prosperity of a mountain. I walk slowly, I walk on the green land, I walk.
Between green, I walk under green, green is in my room, and I am in green. ?
15. Autumn rhyme in Zong Pu
Autumn scenery in Beijing, the first thing that comes to mind is always the red leaves of Xiangshan. I remember when the mountains were in full swing. In the sun, red beats like a flame. Two or three friends, riding Xiao Lv's laughter and hoofbeat, walked through the mountains along the winding path. The richness and tranquility of autumn blend evenly and penetrate into pores every year. Later, when the donkey disappeared, the road was much smoother, and we could walk happily halfway up the mountain together. If you walk on the edge of Shuangqing, after several years of mountain roads and steep steps, a large golden zone will appear in front of you, especially several big trees. Now I think of it as ginkgo. The thick leaves of the tree are all yellow, scattered from the treetops to the ground, so wet and yellow, as if the autumn harvest were gathered there. It makes people feel that this is the tone of autumn. ?
16. Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital is taken from Yu Dafu's prose collection.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting (1), the willow shadows in Diaoyutai (2), the insects in Xishan (3), the jathyapple in Yuquan (4) and the bells in Tanzhe Temple (5). Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a rafter (6) dilapidated house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory. ?
17. the victory of the rocky mountains lies in stones and snow. Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away. White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour. However, to appreciate the state of "clouds, when I look back, just behind me, fog, when I entered them, it was gone", you still have to come to China. The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, which is the most ambiguous. I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, resting on overlapping mountain shadows and endless rest. It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night. The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. It is almost impossible to see the hidden peaks and valleys just from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds. Go up the mountain at least twice, and you can only play hide-and-seek with Xitoufeng in the white.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Listening to the Cold Rain" is taken from Yu Guangzhong's classic works.
18. Zhang Kangkang's Peony Rejected is taken from Peony Rejected.
You may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple petals in your dream, but at this moment, you must have created the first case in Weizi in your imagination, lotus smoke, velvet purple, Yao Huang ... Imagine the colorful auspicious clouds reflected by peony in the flowering period over Luoyang City; Imagine peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; Imagine that trees and houses are dyed red with flowers; Imagine the grand occasion of "Flowers bloom for 20 days, and the city is crazy" in Luoyang City, which lasted for more than 1000 years.
In fact, you don't like peony for a long time. Because it is always worshipped as wealth. Later, you witnessed a peony falling, and you believe that all people will be moved by it: a breeze in Xu Lai, the delicate peony suddenly fell down, and the gorgeous petals were scattered all over the floor. The petals are still bright when they fall to the ground, like the feathers of a big bird being offered to the altar and leaving with a heroic elegy. When the peony does not wither, it either shines on the branches or belongs to the soil. It spans withering and aging, dies from youth and disappears from beauty. Although it is beautiful, it does not spare life. Even if it says goodbye, it will leave a thrilling taste for the last time.
19. Gu Qingsheng's Snow in the South of the Yangtze River
But the snow in Jiangnan is always fresh. It is a beautiful and short-lived epiphyllum, which blooms in winter in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, Jiangnan people always look at the snow with the feeling of enjoying flowers, and they are extremely novel about Shan Ye, which is suddenly white all night. Even if you are a northerner, you may have different feelings about the snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Because of the snow here, it is tender, like the fluff of chicks of chickens and ducklings, lightly covered in Shan Ye. With the touch of the sun, they can't bear it. They will dissolve into clear water drops and wash out new green on the soil.
20. Feng Zikai's Wu Tongshu
In late spring and early summer, I saw the sight of Xintong bovine colostrum. Those little yellow leaves clustered on the bare branches, like a tree lamp, like a clip-and-paste pattern of primary school students, arranged evenly and childlike. There are also various techniques for plants to grow leaves: some metabolism, hiding from people's eyes and secretly turning green and yellow. Some are so small that people don't realize that they have changed from bare branches to green leaves. Only buttonwood has the worst leaf-growing technology, but its attitude is the most frank. Their branches are sparse and thick, and their leaves are flat and big. All the leaves are alive, and the whole tree is obviously deformed.