The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
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I don't know when all the birds flew away quietly, and the scenery in front of me was empty.
In the sky, the only solitary cloud floated in and out and finally disappeared.
I and the mountain, the mountain and me, are relatively speechless and care for each other;
Only Jingting Mountain is my companion,
At this moment, this state of mind.
Guess
Jingting Mountain is located in the famous Xuancheng. "There is Wanxi in the east and a city in the south, and the smoke market is picturesque." Xie Shu, a poet of Southern Qi Dynasty, wrote a lot of poems during his tenure as the prefect. Such a land of mountains and rivers, a land of outstanding people and spirits, you have been longing for it for a long time.
Gao Qiu, climb Jingting Mountain and overlook Xuancheng landscape. "The two rivers reflect a mirror, and the two bridges hang rainbows." This is the Xuancheng you wrote, with beautiful scenery, picturesque forests and valleys.
However, at this time, in your eyes, mountains, rivers and colorful scenery have disappeared like magic. There is nothing between heaven and earth, only you are sitting alone!
The birds have left and the noise has subsided;
Clouds and fog disperse, and the sky is like washing.
Leave the poet alone. You have a long-term vision and look carefree and happy; You are alone in the empty mountain, and both are suitable.
All things and scenery have faded away, filtered out by your eyes one by one. Jingting Mountain is your true self-knowledge. You silently accompany each other, silently care about each other, communicate with each other tacitly, and integrate with me.
You take the mountain as your friend and get a temporary relief, but you are still in adversity;
You take the mountain as your friend, and you get a short comfort, but you still can't get rid of the sadness of frustration and the loneliness of traveling alone.
Seeking comfort from nature and pleasure from mountains and rivers can't really eliminate the depression in your heart, just like drinking the bright moon alone, they will eventually return to the cold reality.
Jingting Mountain will flourish or wither due to the change of time series, and the clouds gather and the wind stops in Feng Xiao ... Our great poet, you must concentrate on it alone.
Jingting Mountain is not a pure place beyond the outside world, and you, a poet, will drift from place to place between secular peaks and valleys, constantly pursuing your ideal scenic spot. It is precisely because of your persistent pursuit that we have created wonderful flowers and treasures in great civilization!
Jingting Mountain is praised as a poetic mountain by later generations, which must be related to your sitting alone.
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When we read this poem, what we read is the natural harmony between the poet and nature, the spiritual understanding of the poet and the landscape, and the beauty of the realm of the unity of things and me.
This is a poem about scenery, but there is no scenery in it, and both eyes are empty.
This is a lyric poem, but it has been poetically diluted. It seems that the feelings are far from shallow, but the fragrance is endless, attracting people's hearts.
It is by no means a temporary feeling for a poet to sit alone in Jingting Mountain. Otherwise, there would be no such god and joy.
When we read the poet's poem "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain", we can't do it at once. We need to manage slowly, manage an atmosphere and manage a mentality.
Jingting Mountain stands still; An old poet sat alone. The two gods are like a pair of old friends, friends for a long time. Without words and media, we understand each other and look relaxed and happy.
Jingting Mountain is a post station for traveling around the world and an apartment where my soul occasionally rests.
The poet's lonely and tired heart got temporary comfort here.
Pindu
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Birds fly high, and the last white cloud in the sky floats leisurely. Jingting Mountain and I are carefree and stand opposite each other, not tired at all.
"Never tire of watching" can be described as a stroke of genius. The poet personifies Jingting Mountain, saying that he can care about others, as if communicating silently with the soul, giving people a feeling of detachment from the world. People rely on mountains, mountains love people, and both are suitable. On the one hand, the two poems describe the poet's endless fun of staying away from the world of mortals and communicating with the mountains in his eyes; On the one hand, it shows the poet's deep aversion to the secular world and his desire to get some spiritual comfort from nature.
It was breezy in the evening, and I visited Jingting Mountain alone with a pot of wine on my back.
Pick up poles along Shiban Street at the foot of the mountain and soon come to a bamboo forest. I saw that the bamboo forest was lush and covered the whole mountain. Bamboo is tall and straight, towering into the sky, and its leaves are dark green, which is a bit more vicissitudes than the green in spring.
Through the bamboo forest, I came to the top of the mountain. My legs and feet are a little sore after walking so many mountain roads. It happens that there is a gazebo here. The pavilion is small and exquisite, and the paint on the four pillars has peeled off. It can be vaguely seen that the original paint is purple. The pavilion is covered with grey tiles, and the four eaves are raised high, like an eagle waiting to fly.
Sitting in the pavilion and looking around, the mountains are colorful and colorful. The red one may be a maple, right? Is that pine tree green and blue? The one with brown in the yellow may be buttonwood. Ah, nature can always splash the simplest pigments into the most beautiful pictures.
At this time, the sun on the distant mountain turned into a big red disk, like a paper lantern on fire. The cloud next to it seems to be burning and turning purple. And that mountain seems to be inlaid with a golden ribbon, which is very charming. Suddenly, there were several birdsongs. I looked up and saw some big birds. Their cries were clear and powerful, and they flew away in a herringbone. They must be returning home. They flew higher and higher and gradually disappeared into the clouds. ...
Slowly, it got dark and the sun went down. At this time, there are only a few clouds left in the sky, and they are drifting leisurely and farther away from me. Will they leave me? Gradually, the clouds drifted away like big birds. At this time, there was no birdsong and there was no movement around.
Although the bird flew away, I didn't go back. I have seen the quiet and beautiful Jingting Mountain for a long time. However, a heavy fog enveloped it, and Jingting Mountain became hazy, as if covered with a gray scarf, making people unable to see its true colors. The trees in the distance on the mountain also become dim and look like a mass of dark green wool inserted on brown chopsticks. Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao. It's raining, it's raining, and the fog is slowly dispersing. I stared at Jingting Mountain and felt that Jingting Mountain seemed to be looking at myself affectionately. Alas, only it is my only confidant at the moment, and perhaps only it can understand my melancholy! Li Bai left Chang 'an after resigning. He is full of ambition to govern the country, but he can't realize it. He tasted the bitterness of the world and saw through the coldness of the world, and his heart was very depressed.
One day, Li Bai went to Jingting Mountain to play alone. He sat alone on Jingting Mountain, looking up at the sky, trying to relax his anger, but he saw many birds flying freely. Li Bai looked at them and said, "Birds, birds, I really envy you. I am very happy every day, and I can go wherever I want, unlike me. " Before the words were finished, the birds had already flown very high, and there was not one left.
At this time, a few white clouds floated in the distance, and Li Baigang wanted to say something. A gust of wind blew and the white clouds drifted away.
Just when Li Bai felt lonely and helpless, he found the mountain standing motionless in front of him. I can't help laughing: I think Jingting Mountain is also a person, enduring loneliness and loneliness. Li Bai looked at Jingting Mountain around him, as if he had found a bosom friend, and could not help but let out a cry: "Ah! Jingting Mountain! Only you don't dislike me. The only thing that doesn't bother me is Jingting Mountain in front of me. "
At home, Li Bai picked up a pen and wrote such a poem:
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
Birds fly high,
Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
Never tired of looking at each other,
Only Jingting Mountain.