1: Sunset
When I was a child, I liked watching the sunset, riding on the back of cattle, standing on the hillside and sitting in the haystack. In the sunset all year round, the sunset in late autumn is the most intoxicating and unforgettable.
Every year after the autumnal equinox, the sun crosses the equator to the south. For our northern hemisphere, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and the sun is getting farther and farther away. After the cold dew and the first frost, the sunshine seems to be separated by several thick layers of glass, which makes you as lazy as a cat at your feet to open your eyes.
At this time, the evening is the most charming moment, and the slow sunset is even more charming.
At this time, whether you open your eyes or close them, you can feel it. A few feet away from the ridge, it hangs quietly, like a beautiful face, red with red wine. Sprinkle some light and heat in the air, and the clouds will glow immediately that day, just like flowing red silk.
The sun is going home, back to the mountains, back to the sea. It tells the wind that the wind is dancing with branches and leaves and is back. When the bird heard the wind, it flew back in tandem, left and right, up and down, followed by tandem. They flew to the horns of cattle and sheep and pecked them twice. Cattle and sheep understood, looked up at the horizon, and finally breathed a long and deep sigh of relief. Then they wagged their tails with satisfaction, and Cleisthenes bleated a few times, as if to remind the owner that it was time to call it a day. At this time, the autumn water in the stream is intermittent, like the eyes of a lost girl.
The sun went down slowly, only ten feet, only two feet, almost to the top of the mountain. The child has been riding on the back of the cow, and the flute is blowing the sunset. Adults shout or pick, or lift, or camel. On the way back to the village, the weight of these hunched camels all condensed into a sunset, just like pieces of dissolved gold.
The sun is still touching the mountain and sinking inch by inch. The other side of the mountain must be carved into a smooth high wall by it.
The sun finally set, like a reluctant heart. A few belated egrets flapped their wings, and the white and golden sunshine was shaken off, leaving only a few flying gray shadows.
I stood up from the haystack and waved to the western hills, holding two clouds in my arms.
Chapter two: Poetic dusk, loneliness of sunset.
The evening breeze blows gently, and birds sing. The frosty sky is about to dawn and the sunset is about to set. Walking towards poetic dusk in casual idleness. The tragic red sunset glow in the corner of the distant mountain shows her sadness. Draw a clear outline of yesterday's dream along the tree-lined path. When the wind and cloud meet, mountains and trees are connected in series. Memories are getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes there is the illusion that people are different every year and flowers are similar every year. When I was a child, I watched the small bridge flowing water and watched the children smile warmly. Into childhood, continue to weave stories that will never be complete with the passage of time. When I was a child, I watched those spring rains bloom in the most beautiful side. The sigh of the voice flies to the distance with the help of the wind, leaving only a hint of poetry. Touching the flowing days, I feel sad everywhere. Yesterday's melodious singing became the most beautiful memory. The thoughts condensed in my heart have been covered with dust. Years have painted scars, but they have never broken the colorful and charming sunset left by the bottom of my heart.
The distance seems to be wrapped in a mist and lost in this yellow sky.
Thoughts turn back and forth, and a leaf falling with the wind gently floats on the intoxicated faces of many people. The road to memory has been shrouded in layers of fog. The setting sun hanging alone on the horizon is constantly changing. Gradually, the sky began to darken and the blood-stained sunset began to fade away. Before that, it hung in the air alone, and the sky was connected with the mountain. A slim figure walks alone in the afterglow. When the sun is about to set, the clouds are light and the wind is clear. Unfortunately, only one person appreciates this wit. Sunset, if you are lonely, how can I be lonely? If you are in a hurry, why should I pursue it? If you are tired, how can I get drunk?
When dusk was swallowed up by darkness, the wind blew gently for the last time. The clouds fluttered gently for the last time. As night falls, the last tear falls with the tears and finally disappears. So repetitive, boring and monotonous. Sunset never tells others about her loneliness, her loneliness, and she doesn't care so much about her nostalgia and sighs "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". This is obviously her loneliness, but it is a kind of amorous feelings for others-her loneliness cannot be resolved.
That year, the wind blew and messed up our laughter. This year, the wind blew, dispelling the feelings of the past and awakening the memories of the past. Standing at a familiar and unfamiliar intersection, I am confused, I am sad, and I want to bury the past deeply. But why, when I set foot on this tree-lined path again, when the wind blows again, when the sunset comes again, when is it? Yesterday's dusk was so beautiful, but now I want to go back to time, but there is nothing I can do except cry alone with the sunset.
Chapter Three: The Melancholy of Sunset
The sunset glow is infinitely good, and it will be buried in the coming night "are two words of Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, which highly concentrated the ambivalence of the world towards the sunset glow." The infinite beauty of the sunset is in this short light. After a long journey, the curtain call is coming. The afterglow of the setting sun and the rosy clouds all over the sky give people a warm feeling of being reluctant to part. With the arrival of the night, the evening came quietly, but this beautiful moment became a short farewell. Subjective emotion and objective reality are integrated, and the melancholy of sunset becomes inevitable and eternal.
I believe everyone knows that the sun sets today and will rise tomorrow anyway. This is an objective natural law that is independent of human will. So some people say that life is too short, why not race with the bull? Letting go is also a choice, and many people are not satisfied with Li Shangyin's loss. It is said that Wu's close friend used it in the opposite direction, rewriting "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night" as "but seeing the sun, despite his glory, why should he be disappointed near dusk". This change is indeed a lot of positive optimism, but also expressed the spirit of persistent reality, won the appreciation and praise of Mr. Zhu Ziqing. Don't you know that this revision has become a purely rational thing, and it has lost its affectionate and supreme humanistic care.
In China's ancient poems, the image of "sunset" is extremely rich. From the earliest primitive ancestors' "work at sunrise and rest at sunset", it seems that something can be realized. "Sunset" means rest. With the warm concept of "home", "sunset" gives the meaning of "home". There is such a description in the ancient style "Gentleman in Service" in the Book of Songs: "A gentleman in service does not know his day. What is this? Chickens live in the noise. In the evening, the cattle and sheep came down. The gentleman is in service, don't think too much! " "It's evening", it's time for cattle and sheep to go home, and it's time for people who have left home to go home. Of course, this is also the time when family members miss their loved ones outside.
When we read "Homesickness" by Li Gou, a poet in the Song Dynasty, the meaning of "sunset" is very clear. "People say the sunset is the end of the world, and there is no home at the end of the world. I hate the separation between Bishan and Bishan, and Bishan is covered by twilight clouds. " The "sunset" here is obviously a yearning for a hometown thousands of miles away. This yearning is vividly expressed in Tianjingsha Qiu Si by Ma Zhiyuan, an outstanding writer in Yuan Dynasty. "Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing water, old thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. " Through a series of bleak, bleak and miserable descriptions of the environment, the gloom and sadness of the wandering and fallen people are expressed.
"The melancholy of the sunset" is not only manifested in the yearning and nostalgia for "home", but also in the sadness of parting and the feeling of being reluctant to part with friends. The great poet Li Bai's seeing friends off is a representative of this. "I will think of you in the clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset." The poet not only writes the scenery, but also skillfully compares his friends to the clouds on the horizon with metaphors. "What is life like everywhere, just like Hong Fei stepping through the snow?" Who knows where the wandering whereabouts will fall, the meaning of infinite concern is beyond words; And the red sun that sets in the west is so slow that I can't bear to cast the last touch of light on the white water of Qingshan, as if I can't bear to leave abruptly. Isn't this a portrayal of the poet's mood at the moment? Wang Shifu, a representative writer of Yuan Zaju, wrote a sentence in Farewell to the West Chamber, Pavilions and Pavilions: "A whip is still shining in the surrounding mountains".
In fact, "the melancholy of the sunset" also contains a treasure of good things and a treasure of a beautiful life that is about to pass. This kind of cherish and pity can be read from Bai Juyi's poem "Cherish Peony Flowers", "The red peony in front of the stage is melancholy, leaving only two branches late. The wind of the Ming Dynasty will blow out, and the night is precious to watch the fire. " When two withered red peonies were about to be blown away by the morning breeze, the poet had to light a torch to watch them in time. The feeling of good things is roughly the same. Su Dongpo's poem "Haitang" "The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. I'm afraid that flowers will fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burn high pillars and make shiny red makeup, which also expresses my love and yearning for beautiful things.
Things are objective and dialectical. The beauty of the sunset is always a little sad. At that time, Wang Wei, a great poet, was ordered to visit soldiers in Xihe River, leaving a magnificent poem "The desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen" on the way. With its broad picture and bold artistic conception, it wrote all the strange and magnificent beauty beyond the Great Wall, which was called "the wonders of the ages" by neighboring Wang Guowei. A word "big" describes the vastness of the vast desert; A word "solitary" describes the monotony of frontier fortress scenery; A word "straight" shows the strength and perseverance of a solitary smoke. A word "long" not only describes the magnificence of the Yellow River with nine songs, but also sets off the magnificence of the vast sand sea; A "round" word seems straightforward, but it gives people a feeling of warmth and boundless. Poets skillfully melt their loneliness into the description of vast natural scenery, and have been favored and loved by literati for many years.
What is even more amazing is "Recalling Qin E Lou Shan Guan" written by the great leader * * on the way to the Long March. At the end, "Cangshan is like the sea and the sunset is like blood" is a famous sentence that ends with a scene. Facing the long journey and the iron gate, the poet not only painted a magnificent picture of rolling mountains and colorful clouds, but also wrote the hardships and sufferings of the Long March, and at the same time showed a great man's broad mind and optimistic feelings. Enlighten people that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are on the way forward, they should be full of confidence, cheer up and make great strides from the beginning.