Poetry of pine, bamboo and plum blossoms

Pine

Prose: Seeing Pines in Huangshan Mountain

Excerpt:

To experience the beauty of Huangshan Pines, there are two best observation points. Looking down from the mountainside, the pine trees are uniform in shape, with dense pine needles and many pillars. If you look straight up, they are like tens of thousands of flags, with green crowns like clouds. Wherever the mountain wind passes, there are bursts of pines and waves, like the waves of the sea and the galloping of thousands of horses. ——However, this is only a kind of magnificence, not a wonderful beauty. The most beautiful Huangshan pines are mostly individuals, which can only be experienced by looking around from the top of the mountain or looking up in the middle of the mountain. Friends say that the deeper the mountain, the higher the peaks, the colder the air, the more dangerous the rocks, and the more strange the pines. This statement is extremely true. From halfway up the mountain to the top, you can see many strange pines in Huangshan: "Some of them have rocks sticking out from their backs, their stems are as big as shins, and their roots are twisted for acres; some use stones as soil, and their bodies and trunks are all stone." There are those who lie down and get up, and then get up and lie down again; there are those who are horizontal and broken, and those who are broken and then horizontal again; there are curved ones like canopies, straight ones like pillars, upright ones like people, lying ones like dragons, and they are all different." (Qing Dynasty's "Huangshan Ode" by Haiyue). In fact, it's more than that, especially the pines on the cliffs. Some are like horned dragons exploring the sea, some are like golden hooks hanging upside down, and some, even though they have been broken by lightning, are still like a broken sword pointing angrily at the sky. The Qiu Qiu is vigorous and vigorous, with a partial crown and a flat top, and its branches are stretched out, either standing, falling, crouching, or looking up. Each tree crown is like a green flag, hidden among the clouds and mist. The second characteristic of Huangshan pine lies in its charming posture and appearance.

Modern Poetry: Southern Kapok and Southern Pine

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How many times have I traveled south and returned to the north

I have seen Kapok rustling

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The first discovery so far

Beside the highway and the railway line

Beside the green water and under the green mountains

The kapok trees are delicate and graceful

Fairy and graceful

Their skin is delicate

Easy and graceful

The tall tree crowns

are always hanging down shyly

< p>Perhaps it only has the warmth of the southern country

Perhaps the snow and frost cannot invade it

Standing in the mountain col

Jieyou Lingya

Everywhere is graceful and luxurious

Similarly elegant and unrestrained

Landering around the elegance of Kapok in the South

Didn’t forget to appreciate the rolling hills

The mist shrouded in the mist

< p>Lush and tall pine forests

Stretching all the way to the mountains

Their skins are chapped

The bodies are strong

For whom are they resisting the sun? Much wind and rain?

I suddenly understood the beauty of kapok in the south

I began to understand the open-mindedness of the pine trees in the south

The kapok freely showed its gracefulness

The green pine trees were silent Bear the rain and destroy the wind

Cym: "Feelings" Tang·Cen Shen

Excerpt: If you don't see the clouds blowing, the green pines and kelps are hundreds of feet away, even if the autumn wind is helpless

Bamboo

Essay: Bamboo Notes

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I have wanted to grow bamboo for a long time, but I have never succeeded. The reasons are naturally as numerous as bamboo leaves, but the fundamentals are My love for bamboo is not greater than that of Dongpo, Banqiao or Wang Wei.

Like bamboo, it is just a kind of knot in my heart. I don’t just have great respect for the noble integrity that bamboo symbolizes, nor do I just think that it is actually the reason for wealth, peace, longevity, happiness and full of elasticity of life. In short, anything that I admire from the bottom of my heart will definitely push me upward at all times.

The first time I started raising bamboo was when I was in kindergarten. I knew how to split bamboo into pieces, take another section of bamboo tube, buckle a long opening, put a trigger spring made of wire on it, and then remove it. A piece of bamboo at one end became a shotgun. Although it was impossible to shoot down any birds, at that time, three or five of us bad boys were equipped with such equipment, and they became the "shotgun team" that could run rampant on campus.

However, bamboo is hard to find, so I thought about how I could plant some bamboo in my yard so that I could get the materials at any time. So I stuck my beloved shotgun in the flower bed on the south side of the yard, where it rotted into mud without waiting for the bamboo shoots to be unearthed.

Later, I gradually forgot about it. Until they get married, marry a wife, have children, and establish a career. One summer night last year, I suddenly thought of my beloved bamboo again because of the scarce green.

So, I looked around for bamboos that could be transplanted, and finally found two root shoots in front of a private house, and brought them to my company, planted them in the lawn, and planned to take them home and plant them after get off work. superior. But around that day, I fired my boss and started going through the cumbersome procedures such as resignation, transfer, and job transfer without stopping. And along with it, I forgot about my bamboo again.

Later, I asked someone to look at the randomly left bamboo. My friend said that it had grown into more than a dozen trees. It can be regarded as a small bamboo forest. It seems that whether you are a human or a bamboo, you must not expect God to be so kind or caring. You must have your own vitality and adaptability, otherwise, you will have no room for survival.

Last month, I returned to my hometown and saw again the flower garden in the small courtyard where my dreams had been implanted. Although it no longer had some empty childishness, it still did not have the bamboos whistling in the wind that I occasionally thought of. scene. While eating, I strangely told my mother the allusion of "I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo." Naturally, no one paid any attention to my words.

When it came to my 6-year-old son, he seemed to understand everything. After dinner, he went with me to dig bamboo saplings far behind the house. When he came back, he insisted on planting them in the yard.

I don’t know what my son thought about such a thing when he was young, and I have no way of knowing whether his emotions at that moment were similar to mine. But I repeatedly asked my mother to take good care of this small bamboo seedling for my son and me. I don’t want my son to grow up to my age without the memory of living with bamboo. I feel that the kind of green work that has grown into reality will definitely leave a more "green" meaning in my son's heart than mine.

Reality is always more real than what a painter writes; it must also be more meaningful than the lines of poetry a writer inscribes on a bookmark. Because, in the bamboo forest where "the sunrise has a clear shade, the moonlight has a clear shadow, the wind blows with a clear sound, and the rain has a clear rhyme", drinking and singing, talking about poetry and essays, talking about the ancient road and the present, even if you are drunk and lying in the bamboo forest, How indifferent and elegant it should be!

The most likely difference between my son and me is that my son lives in his memory, but I keep it in my heart.

I like bamboo, so I use the most direct way of expression: that is to own. Only by placing your body and even your memories under the shade of bamboo planted by newbies can you have the most natural possession of bamboo. Only then can you rest peacefully and comfortably in your dreams, regardless of the east, west, south and north winds.

Modern Poetry: "Bamboo"

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Only along the hard links

Toward the sky

Promoting step by step

is your unchanging ambition

Only green

is what you want to say in your life

That sentence

Only in The Legend of Loyal Ministers

can I read Ru Bing Yun Xue

Finally it becomes your whole life

Although occasionally You like to dress up

Wear a suit of ink and go to Zheng Banqiao's paintings

Although Feng is good at using all the trapping words

to attack your thin shadow

Even in the coldest dynasty

You still persevere

Standing in the rain

Both parents and brothers are like this

Personality

Always harden your head and refuse to break

Poetry: "Raising Bamboo" Tang·Bai Juyi

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Bamboo is like a virtuous man, so why? Bamboo has a solid nature, and it is a tree of virtue. When a gentleman sees its nature, he thinks of a person who is good and healthy. When a gentleman sees its nature, he thinks of a person who is neutral and unyielding. When a gentleman sees its nature, he thinks of a person who is neutral and undependable. When a gentleman sees its nature, he thinks of a person who is good and healthy. When a gentleman sees his heart, he thinks about applying it to those who have received it in vain; when the bamboo is chaste, chastity is used to make aspirations; when a gentleman sees its integrity, he thinks about honing his reputation and deeds, and keeping the dangers consistent. This is the case, so a gentleman’s garden with many trees is a real sign.

Plum Blossoms

Prose: Plum Blossoms

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In the howling cold wind,

You are proud Standing tall,

your little body fearlessly welcomes the blizzard,

you lead the arrival of spring with your angelic smile,

but Quietly retreat in the spring when thousands of flowers are blooming.

The light frost and jade snow dye your pure and pure soul.

You are not fighting for spring, but you are showing your beauty. .

In the hot summer,

your body is like a blanket,

isn’t it also interpreting a legend of love?

Modern Poetry: About Plum Blossoms

Full poem: (1)

To wait

The first scene in winter

Heavy snow

You

burned

a whole winter

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Instead of saying

you are the messenger of spring

it is better to say

you have delayed

Flower period

Go and accompany the old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life

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Winter

(3)

For companionship

Winter

You gave up

the companionship of Baihua Sisters

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Even

abandoned

the care of green leaves

(4)

Rather than saying

you like the cold

of winter

it’s better to say

you can’t bear the warmth of spring

Even a little bit of spring

heat

will let you

come with the curtain call of the petals of life

Be grateful

Until it becomes

A grain of soil in that season

But spring

is stingy To

I didn’t give you a

opportunity to become a fossil

(5)

Destiny

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Insulate you from spring

And you have already

collected spring

< p>Fire-like color

and reflected in pure

white

against the colorful

Yearing

(6)

Your uniqueness

is by no means

an extreme

Kitsch and aloof

You have not given up

The forgotten corner

is also open

Fanshu

Jiangnan

(7)

I tend to

understand this way

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Maverick:

No matter what

fate has given you

what arrangement

you will sacrifice your life for

In the name of

I want to bloom

(8)

You use your

beautiful piety

Published

The will of God:

Every life

must

become more frustrated

The more fragrant

(9)

True

nobility

must go through

the cold

Baptism

You are not only

noble

but also

not losing

romantic

(10)

The ice and snow

It’s you

where you practice

Dojo

In the blooming

moment

you met countless billions of Buddhas

with a smile

enlightenment

No difference

(11)

If

can choose

I would rather

be a plum blossom

No

I

Already

Yes

Poems: "Peach Blossom Yin" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty

Full words:

The white gull asked me when I parked in a lonely boat, do I stay in my body or my heart? If your heart stays for a while, why should you frown? The wind blows and the small curtain lights are faintly dancing, and the idle shadows are deserted and clear, recalling old travels. Are the old tours and old tours still there today? Flowers outside the building, Liu Xiazhou. It's a dream, but it's not a dream, and the cold water flows empty. The yellow clouds in the desert are soaked through the wooden fur. No one is as worried as me. It snows tonight and there are plum blossoms, which is as sad as me.