Yibin, southern Sichuan, is a hundred-mile radius, all covered with bamboo.
Chinese people love bamboo because Chinese people are very bamboo-like.
In three thousand years of Chinese national quintessence, bamboo is poetry, wine, song, and painting. It is the intoxicating and frightening feminine beauty, the beauty of the Orientals. Wind, frost, snow and rain, the four seasons are different, the color of bamboo is also different, and people's evaluation is even different.
Emperor Shun visited the south and died in Cangwu. Two beloved concubines, Ehuang and Nvying, knew that their husbands were gone, but they still traveled thousands of miles to mourn, and they both fell into the Xiangjiang River. Their mournful figures turned into whirling and swaying bamboo trunks, and the tears of crying Yushun turned into dots of bamboo spots on the bamboo trunks. They were sad, graceful, and leisurely. This is the origin of Xiaoxiang. Later, the words "Xiaoxiang Concubine", "Xiaoxiang Tears" and "Xiaoxiang Courtyard" were all derived from this. After being exaggerated by Qu Yuan, Han Yu and other great masters, when people talk about Xiangjun and Mrs. Xiang, they think of the bamboo forest. When they see the bamboo forest, they think of women's tears. Especially when it rains lightly, little jade beads are scattered along the narrow green leaves, weeping and complaining, lingering, sad and charming, heartbreaking. In the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, there is a kind of bamboo called "Ci Bamboo". In the drizzle, it looks even more round, translucent, and emerald. With every move, it brings out thousands of styles and various temptations, making everyone want it. He walked over and touched her gently, as if wiping away the beauty's tears. This feeling of helplessness nestling on your chest is the charm of Bamboo Rain. With a compassionate heart, the soft bamboo rain will come again, and people will soon have that kind of conscience that will never die.
I still remember the "Liu Yi of Bamboo River" in the Tang Dynasty and the "Liu Yi of Bamboo River" in the Western Jin Dynasty. "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Forest"? Among the seven sages, I like Ji Kang the best. In addition to his love of drinking, his pitiful death, and his unrestrained and romantic life, the most amazing thing about him is that he is also a musician. In the bamboo forest, he composed an eternal song "Guangling San". There are many records of this song in ancient and modern books, but it is a pity that it has been lost. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of it, you can let future generations imagine it... At sunset, in the sea of ??bamboo, Ruan Ji, Liu Ling and other wine masters are sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with bamboo leaves, boiling a pot of chrysanthemum wine, or soaking in a pot of chrysanthemum wine Bamboo tea, a breeze came through the gaps in the bamboo forest. Ji Kang was sitting under the bamboo, wearing white clothes and a white robe, and a bamboo harp in front of him. Several beautiful girls fluttering their long colorful sleeves, following the bamboo wind, clapping on the strings, dancing in front of your eyes... That is a poem, a painting, or in a poem or painting The resurrected song "Guangling San".
Speaking of bamboo rain, I think of bamboo wind. Bamboo rain is a woman’s tears, and bamboo wind is a man’s poem. Together, they swirl, ups and downs, ups and downs, let your imagination run wild. That is love, and it is also bamboo. The rhyme of poetry.
All things are born and evolve from generation to generation. No matter who you are, you should have a soul. Same goes for bamboo. In the hollow bamboo trunks, there is an air of purity and awe; the bamboo joints are bulging, showing the proud, aloof and unyielding knots; among the bamboo leaves, there is rustling, washing away the endless love of the world of life; in the bamboo forest, there are soft and curling Silk curtains of spring flowers and autumn moon. Occasionally walking on the bamboo path, for a moment, the spiritual platform is clear, one can clearly see one's nature, the breeze blows by, and the Qi and blood relax. The vast clear air makes people feel the Zen world of abandoning distracting thoughts. This Zen world has been the best throughout the ages. The realm pursued by many Confucian scholars and Buddhists! Scholars and officials pay attention to integrity, so-called minister's festival, country's festival, wife's festival and son's festival. Only when encountering high winds can they be named festivals. What is high wind? It is frosty wind. The more frosty and cold it is, the straighter and taller the bamboo trunks become. The ancients called the lonely pine, the cold plum and the proud bamboo the "three friends of winter", and they have been praised for generations. You should know that in addition to the water-like tenderness, bamboo also has a stubborn and masculine side.
In the Bamboo Sea, what shocked me the most was the vitality of one bamboo falling down, ten thousand bamboos getting up, and continuing to keep up. Bamboo shoots, shoots break out of the ground, become bamboo again, become independent in one year, grow in two years, become a forest in five years, become a sea in ten years, so cycle, so multiplied, so tenacious! Among thousands of trees, discuss the momentum and watch the battles. , speaking of will, more than tenacity, I am the Lord of Bamboo!
These are the soul of bamboo, the marrow of bamboo, the mystery of bamboo, and the spirit of bamboo. The so-called spirit of bamboo is the spirit of the Chinese people!
The Bamboo Sea in southern Shu is different from the bamboo sea elsewhere. In the forest, there are streams, rocks, bridges, waterfalls, twists and turns, high and low. For example, if you stroll to the mountain spring on the bamboo path, bend down, hold the skin-refreshing spring water in your hands, and splash it on your face, it will be cool and smooth. Stand up and take a deep breath of pure air. If you calm down again, close your eyes and listen, you will be able to feel the distant mountains hundreds of miles away by paying close attention to the waves of waves surging in the endless bamboo sea. Then, you put your hands behind your back, hold your head high, and continue walking forward slowly and unhurriedly. Turning around a bluestone rock, a hundred meters away, dimly visible in the thin mist, was a restaurant built with green bamboo roots. The aroma of meat, the aroma of meat that blends into the sea of ??bamboo and cannot be judged by meat and vegetables, is slowly brought by the gentle breeze of the tide. It is bamboo tube rice. In the Bamboo Sea, there are naturally a lot of bamboos. Use the clear spring under the bamboo to wash out a handful of white rice, put it into a fresh bamboo tube, put in a few pieces of bacon carefully smoked with rosin, cover it, then light a fire on dry wood and bamboo leaves, set up a pot, and Steamed in bamboo tubes. At this time, you tell yourself that all the important things in the world can be put down. You just want to eat.
Su Dongpo said, "It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo." All elegant people plant a few bamboo trees in the garden. I remember that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Wen of Jin sent troops to repay his benefactor, Jie Zitui, who had retired to seclusion at that time. However, Jie Zitui was unwilling and hid in Zhushan with his mother on his back.
Duke Wen of Jin set a fire. After a while, all the bamboos on the mountain were burned up. The Jie Zitui and his son were also burned to char, but they never came out. A generation of reclusive masters was born in Zhushan and died in Zhushan, which is considered to be their rightful place. In the Bamboo Sea of ??Southern Sichuan, many ancient celebrities have visited, such as Li Bai, Huang Tingjian, etc., and some experts have also lived in seclusion. Every lonely minister and scholar who thinks that being a human being is more important than being an official, and that personality is more noble than fame and fame, will have a sense of being transcended from the world, will express the feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the southern mountains", and will like to plant bamboos and appreciate them. Accompanied by bamboo. This is the nobility of bamboo.
In addition to celebrities and elegant scholars, ordinary people also love bamboo. For thousands of years, people have enjoyed singing about the bamboo forest, making bamboo chairs for sitting and lying on, making bamboo boards for beating, and building bamboo rafts for drifting. From time to time, the bamboo sword is danced and excited, the bamboo flute is played and the intestines are irritated, the bamboo shoots are tasted and they grow, and the bamboo slips are written and written in the air. Man and bamboo, bamboo and man, how can they be separated after so many years? Bamboo can be cut down and manipulated by others, but it has never asked for anything in return. This is the nature of bamboo and the nature of the Chinese people.
The most amazing thing about viewing bamboo this time is riding the cable car over the Baili Sea of ??Bamboo. It is said that it can only be found in the Bamboo Sea in southern Shu. In the bamboo forest, you can understand life and wash away the world, but what about above the bamboo forest? Have you not seen the boundless and magnificent sea of ??emerald green and green waves? Among the clumps of bamboos, there are several houses here and there, and there are several buildings scattered in the depths of the white clouds. The red cliffs and beautiful mountains are full of poetry and paintings. As the saying goes, "The spirit of bamboo is more visible in the water." In the forest, thousands of streams are faintly stirring up layers of water mist, which is wrapped around the bamboo branches. Then it combines with the wisps of fresh air overflowing from the bamboo leaves, turning into curls of rain and smoke, rotating and intermingling. An invisible force condenses and bursts out the pure spiritual energy that fills the mountains and valleys. Throw it as high as you can into the sky...Only when you are high in the sky, looking down, can you truly appreciate what the Bamboo Sea is, discover your own insignificance, and appreciate the magic of nature. What you see now is the spirit of the Bamboo Sea. , The ideal of Bamboo Sea is the mind of bamboo and the mind of Chinese people.
This is the last winter of the twentieth century. At this time in the capital, the frosty wind was blowing and it was desolate. Although there were the wild songs of Yishui and the generosity of Yan and Zhao, how could they compare to coming to southern Sichuan to see this sea of ??bamboo? ! Accompanied by the Qingyue guzheng from the southern country, you can understand Zen principles, meditate on poetry, transcend aesthetics, pour out tenderness, cleanse your soul, stretch your meridians, dedicate yourself, refine your mind, and explore the mysteries of life and the universe. Great, absorb the beauty of the mountains and rivers and the essence of the sun and the moon, and integrate yourself into this clean, pure and transparent world of bamboo... Only then will you fall in love with these bamboos, this sea of ??bamboos , and the spirit of this bamboo.
If you are Chinese, you should have this spirit.
Pine is the skeleton of snow, and snow is the soul of pine. A green pine on the cold cliff is a firm and unchanging figure in the wind and snow for thousands of years. It is a condensed posture that cannot be carved away by the passing of time. It is a freehand brushwork of the vigorous branches of the Qiu branches, and a silent and flawless poetic inscription. Standing in the snow and green pines, accompanied by white clouds, I don’t know how many long past events it carries, and how many clouds and sunshine come and go.
The green pines sleep in the poems of the ancients, absorbing the aura of mountain dew and soaking in the vicissitudes of time. The branches and leaves that have endured countless frosts and snows are still green and vigorous. The snowflakes are condensed, like elves asking about the cold and warmth, repeating the eternal poems in the ears of the pines year after year.
"Ode to the Pine" by Chen Yi
Heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees, which stand tall and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.
Reading through poems about pine trees, one cannot help but be impressed by the green pines in Chen Yi’s paintings. The incisive poem expresses the noble and cold-resistant character of the green pine, as well as its proud and decisive character. "The green pine is straight and straight." The green pine in the wind and snow has an awe-inspiring majesty. It has accumulated the passion of the years and symbolizes Chen Yi's open mind. The vigorous tension and fierceness to compete with the world are unforgettable. Shocked, awe-inspiring.
We cannot experience the ashes of the past, cannot touch the backs of distant ancestors, and cannot completely enter the profound classical artistic conception, but the spiritual character and noble demeanor of Qingsong can be preserved for thousands of years. Time flows in the long river.
"New Pines Under the Steps of Duke Yan Zheng" by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Don't be conceited about a weak branch, just move the root and see. The soft sound invades the jade tent, and the sparse green is close to the bead curtain.
There is no collection of purple smoke, covered with clear dew. Why should it be a hundred long, with a canopy and high eaves?
It seems like yesterday, but it has really been a thousand years. The wind and smoke of the Tang Dynasty have faded away, but I can still imagine the slim figure of Du Gongbu leaning on the railing alone in the thatched cottage by the Huanhua River and chanting mediocre poems. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not know that this poet named Du Fu had a heart of caring about the country and the people. He did not want to live in a corner like a green pine in the courtyard for a long time, and he did not want to waste his time in poetry and wine in mediocrity. No matter the ancestors or the present people, their determination to help the world and serve the country has never changed. For thousands of years, the world has performed the same scene. It's just that it's hard for people nowadays to be so elegant and place their pursuit on a green pine. What Du Fu meant by this was actually to recommend his talents and try to end his years of traveling as a prisoner.
But whoever is wandering will be wandering forever. He needs a place of heaven and earth to fulfill his ambition, just like the weak branches of the green pine, which will eventually penetrate the clouds and reach the height of life.
Both grew up in the land of the Tang Dynasty, and both absorbed the dew of the Tang Dynasty. Some pines were rooted in the courtyard, looking forward to joining the world, while some were lonely and hugging the clouds, not connected with the world. The untitled poet Li Shangyin, who was full of emotions, finally put aside the lingering affection that "it is difficult to meet and say goodbye", stayed with the cold pine, and invited the eminent monk. Life gathers and disperses, turning into emptiness, and the soul is clearly extinguished in the fireworks of time. Only a few twigs are lying quietly in the mountains and forests, regardless of parting. When he was frustrated, Li Shangyin relied on the green pine to express his feelings, stay away from the hustle and bustle, and wait for the opportunity. He believed that the green pine would one day be able to become the best medicine for Fugui and be appreciated by the world.
"Tall Pines" by Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty)
The tall pines are outstanding trees and accompany me to the end of the world. After the guests had dispersed and it was clear, the monk came and said nothing.
There is wind spreading elegance, but there is no snow to test the quiet beauty. Treating each other with medicine, he visits Fu Gui every year.
"Song" Han Gai (Tang Dynasty)
Leaning on the sky and high threshold, cold and dustless, the past events are idle and dreams are about to be divided.
The green color should be seen after frost, but the cold sound should be heard in the middle of the month.
The singing ape wants to bring rain from Cangshan Mountain, and return to Crane Ying and Zifu Cloud.
Don’t compete for peaches and plums in the East Garden, the spring scenery will still not tolerate you.
The pine trees in Han Gai have their own natural wonders. The emerald green pine trees can only show their cold beauty in the adversity of flying snow. In that era, Han Gai was born with the charm of a scholar and was regarded as a humble scholar who did not care about the powerful and the vulgar. If life is not tied to a boat, whether it is exile or pursuit, it will drift. People in the world cannot just watch a green pine and regard its tranquility and detachment as the way to live in the world. Nor can we just stay in a narrow place and regard the starting point as the end point, just like waiting for a reincarnation of life. Green pines need to be soaked with frost and snow year after year to become more vigorous and lush, while life needs to keep walking and pruning along the way to become more perfect.
There are pine trees to symbolize oneself, and there are pine trees to give to others. The Green Pine written by Liu Zhen, one of the seven sons of Jian'an, was written as a gift to his younger brother. The coldness in the ice and snow is really cold, and the perseverance in the ice and snow is really perseverance. Liu Zhen hoped that his brother would be like a green pine in the snow, not showing fear of difficulties in the harsh wind and bitter cold, and not complaining of depression in the depressing and miserable life.
"Gift to Congdi" Liu Zhen (Eastern Han Dynasty)
There are pines on Tingting Mountain, and there is a stroke in Sesu Valley. How loud is the sound of the wind, how strong are the branches of the pine trees.
The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright. Wouldn't it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature.
"Ode to the Pines" by Wu Fu (Song Dynasty)
The ancients always planted pine trees on the road to help people's hearts.
If you can increase your planting today, you will see it remain green forever.
Following the ancient road, the fluttering skirts of the ancestors can no longer be found, but the green pines still stand, collecting the dreams left by passers-by. The lush and vigorous pines stretch out their green scrolls under the blue sky, adding a bit of coolness to the world. The green pine material provided shade and shelter for hundreds of people in later generations. The ancients planted pine trees with a heart of compassion for the world. Having taken away people's shade, one should keep people with clear shade. Through the coming and going of reincarnations for thousands of generations, there is everlasting green shade. If you practice good deeds like this, who would complain about the misfortune of others, or complain about the suffering in the world? In the long journey of life, how many times will such kind acts be performed? How many times will you be touched like this?
People and things are in harmony. The ancients may have planted plums for elegance, bamboo for tranquility, and pine for practice. Bai Juyi is over 40 years old. Looking back at the past and looking at the future, he can only sigh lightly that things will never last forever. "If you know that you are dead, you will be dead, but if you are not dead, you will be in the clouds." The clouds flowed away without saying a word, and time flew by. How many people in this world can transcend all things and regard fame as smoke and clouds? Who will stop searching in a hurry and waste their good years?
"Two Songs on Planting Pines" by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
Before the small pine reaches its full length, the beloved hand moves away. The background color of the Cangran stream is covered with wet clouds and falling smoke.
I am too old to be planted, and too late to grow into a king. How do you get over forty and plant such a few inches of branches?
Whether you can see Cheng Yin or not, life is rare. I love you so much that I hold you in my arms at night, and I love you with my sincere love.
If you want to be seen by the court, you should plant a king in front of the steps. If you know that you are dead, you will be dead, but if you are not dead, you will fly to the clouds.
Who lost the cold in ancient times so that warm memories can be preserved in this life. Who recited the poem softly and let the wind linger in the pen and ink. Thinking back to those days, the dynasties of the past dynasties fought for hegemony, and the hustle and bustle was all reflected in the mist and sunset. What remained calm was the true eternity of nature! This pine will not imprison a pure heart for the sake of false ideals; it will not miss the indifferent life for the vicissitudes of promises. It is willing to lie down in the mountains and forests, high in the world, with the breeze curtain and the bright moon as its pillow.