I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different at this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children on the road outside the wall are laughing and can't hear; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad. Beside the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
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, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m÷o, nu ó), and some are patting the flowers shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. 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 pulse (mi), 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 trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon (Yu An) is female, and she is eager to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
2. Sunrise at Sea, Ba Jin
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around. There is only the sound of machines on board.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place, and Zhen Hong was red.
But there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light shoots down from the clouds and hits the water directly. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
3. Stars
My friend Liang and I walked from the forest to the bean station. It's only after eight o'clock, but it seems to me that it's already late at night. The wide road stretches in the dark, and seems to extend to endless places. In front is a tall shadow, a forest, a mountain, or perhaps a mirage in the eyes of fatigue. The sky was covered, as if we were wrapped in a Zhang Xingchen's net.
"What a star of the day!" I am very moved to say this. I haven't seen such a star for a long time, and the night is so soft and quiet. We walked for a long time, only met two pedestrians and never saw a car.
At this time, Liang, who was talking about sadness, Nietzsche, tragedy and music, dreams and drunkenness, stopped his endless conversation and looked up at the sky.
We looked at the stars silently and walked softly, as if we both held our breath and listened to the whispers of the stars.
"It seems to be in China at this time." I sound like I'm talking to myself.
"Where can there be such a quiet place in China?" Liang answered my words in a strange tone, as if my words had brought him pain. I know he left too many painful memories in China. For him, France in the Mediterranean Sea or Flower Island in the Pacific Ocean, the air may be freer.
He and I are at odds on many points of view, and we often argue when we meet. But we are still friends, and we still have to talk when we meet. This time I saw another meaning in his words, perhaps completely different from his meaning. But this sentence aroused my * * *.
Freedom of love seems a bit out of date today. But there are still young people who die for love, and some people are annoyed for life because of the imperfection of love. Even in today's China, there are ruthless saints. Liang seems to have broken through this barrier, only to escape to this island country like an exile. He may have made some mistakes, which I don't understand, because everyone has his own version. Moreover, his concept of love seems ridiculously old to me, although some people think it is still very new. But there is no denying that he has courage. But it is a pity that this courage is misused.
Love can be put aside for a while today. Even if it is as important as eating. But starvation is very common now. I'm not saying this for the sake of defending the saints. I think talking about love is better than defending morality. But are these the only two roads in China?
To say that everything that exists is reasonable and cannot be touched by others is to defend morality; People who don't admit this are the opposite. Then this road is still very broad. Talking broadly may not be the road to resistance, but it may be bumpy and difficult. But if there is a road, someone will go. In fact, someone is already going.
In order to breathe more free air, Liang came to this cherry blossom island. From his point of view, he did get something like that, and the couple were intoxicated with the happiness of the quiet life in the pine forest. I saw it all with my own eyes in his exquisite cabin. If I still say that he lives in exile, he will definitely deny it. He may have his reasons.
But what about me? Why did I come to this place? Isn't the freedom I asked for not available here? Leave the rugged road to seek temporary peace in a strange place and kill time in some useless books: isn't my life like exile?
The stars shining on the earth saw all this and understood all this. They will never fall.
Looking at such a star, I feel a painful sigh.
moonlit night
There is a moon and the sky is clear. Although the evening breeze in1February gives people a cold feeling, I am still happy to walk alone in the small garden in front of my house after dinner.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain is burning a lamp, but most of them are covered by trees, and only the starlight catches my eye. A mist hung over them, no, not only these lights, but also the quiet market at the foot of the mountain.
The clear sky is sparsely dotted with stars except for the semi-circular moon. Directly opposite the house, there are seven stars of Orion flashing; Orion A, hanging at the bottom of the four corners, is the larger one, and it is the only one that emits red light in the cloudless blue sky of Wan Li. The distant sky is the sea, glowing with white light under the Leng Yue.
Looking at the stars and the sea, I can't help thinking of Sunlight Rock: Gulangyu Island on the other side of Xiamen, Fujian. The beauty of the island has fallen, and I don't need the sad word "past" anymore.
I have seen these seven stars that never fall on the island under the sunlight rock more than once, and I have also seen a sea like this. I was with my friends during that time. Those friends are about my age.
Just like that silly old man with the ambition to move mountains, we young people put the burden of finding a boat of happiness for mankind on our shoulders and are busy at random. I am the most useless person, but I have lived some happy days among those friends.
When longan bloomed, I once smelled the charming fragrance of the south; I once sat on a boat and looked at the stars on the sea on a starry night. I have crossed that broken wall with tequila. I used to walk through dark and narrow alleys with a flashlight. I have also walked in the shade of Changchun trees, holding a lot of longan and eating it, and walked through some small villages and towns. I used to listen to the southern music played by the southern girl in the next room at the seaside hotel. When I opened the window, I heard the laughter of young men and women from the seaside pier.
These may inspire young poets. But at that time, we were excited and nervous, and we were still moved like tears. The beauty of mountains and rivers has become small before our eyes. All our eyes can see is the dying state of the old society trembling in front of the new elite.
What time is it? The ground has passed. Our efforts have also passed with time. Leaving a pile of ruins behind, many people are crying. We have to admit defeat. Maybe someone will be discouraged by this, I don't know. I let out a cry of pain myself in a moment of despair. ……
Now under this quiet mountain, looking at the strange but beautiful scenery in front of me, looking at the sea in the sky similar to the sea under the sunlight rock, and looking at the seven Orion stars that can be seen anytime and anywhere, although I think of everything before and the ruins lying there now, I am not sad at all. On the contrary, I heard the dying groans of the old society again. At the same time, in the hazy night fog, I saw an atlas-like newcomer carrying the earth: a giant in Greek mythology, who was punished for supporting the sky with his head and hands. Standing in the air like that. This new elf is coming soon. He will come to finish what we can't.
4. Write to Autumn (Roland)
Although it is subtropical here, I still read your news from the blue sky and white clouds. Gao Shuang, with clear blue sky and light and leisurely white clouds, still vaguely has the charm of the north wind blowing and the dew coming.
I have always admired your calm Ming Che, which is far better than the impetuous hustle and bustle of spring. Since primary school, I have enjoyed the quiet and overgrown campus after the summer vacation. The end of summer is near, and you have all the happiness among the extremely mature and lush trees. From the clear sky in Wan Li to autumn, you have found a peaceful home under the elegant skirt. Then, the leaves of konoha changed from green to yellow, the reeds flew white, the maple trees were red, the pillows in the hut were cold, the drizzle lasted for three days and five days, and even the weeds in the sparse forest were autumn sounds!
I think you must remember the complicated and changeable years you spent with me. In those two years, I spent that miserable and hopeless moment in that remote rural school. It was you who brought the wisdom of the philosopher and made me understand the sadness hidden in my heart. You let me feel the peace in loneliness and the leisure when there is no hope. So many Tang poems, under the guidance of your clear wisdom, broke into my childish and sentimental heart one after another. You taught me how to use my lonely moments to explore the potential of life and find myself lost.
You must remember the two sad days when we sang "Red leaves cover his sorrow and white clouds cover his sorrow" for you. Emotional wear and tear makes us realize how much disillusionment, cruelty and sadness we can't bear to say! However, the red leaves and white clouds finally diluted the heavy troubles and melancholy for us; Now that time has passed and the land has moved long ago, I really only remember the face of the girl who was in conflict with me at that time. Is it "white clouds like makeup red leaves like rouge" or "white clouds like makeup red leaves like rouge"! That kind of sad and lonely mood has long since dissipated! All the original sadness, if painted with poetry and wisdom, will become deep and exciting beauty. You have inspired us so strongly, but in my gradually quiet middle age, I finally realized your true openness and detachment!
You accepted the splendor of spring and the prosperity of summer, and you also accepted the arrogance of spring and the willfulness of summer; You have accepted all kinds of distress, struggle, disappointment, anxiety, resentment and sadness from the beginning of your life, and you have also tolerated their joy, pride, victory, harvest and praise.
You told me: the process of life is destined to be from restlessness to tranquility, from glory to dullness. All the emotional agitation will eventually pass, and all the colorful noise will eventually disappear. If you love life, you shouldn't be afraid to taste it. Because on this day, trees will fly high, leaves will take root, and everything will eventually return to the earth and dissolve in that distant and deep brown soil. On this day, you will reap rich fruits of life.
Life is not empty, it is as real and concrete as the thick earth. Therefore, we should persist when we should persist, be addicted when we are addicted, and be sober when we are sober.
Today, in this subtropical blue sky and white clouds, I still read your wisdom whisper. I not only remember the joy in my life with love and praise, but also remember those years with love and praise-unforgettable sadness and pain that rarely appear in my life!
In the future, I will use a relatively dull mood to understand it, to understand your cold sobriety, transcendental open-mindedness, constant leisure and eternal tranquility!
5. jathyapple
It is easier for the soul to speak alone on a moonlit night, and it will be deeply felt in the embrace of nature. After a long time, I often feel a lot of loneliness, and I always have a deep yearning for the distance. Therefore, it has become a daily habit to walk quietly in the hazy Yamashita, let thoughts run wild in the boundless wilderness, and let lonely hearts get a moment of purification and purification. Walking alone in the moonlight, without the noise of the city and the dryness of the world, the mind has a quiet and unique beauty. Looking up at the moon sky, it is like a light rain in Yue Hui. The evening breeze sweeps the quiet riverside path, asking the breeze to bring distant thoughts and greetings. At this moment, I inadvertently remembered another person, overlooking the queue in the northern sky. The long memories that are easy to recall in Yamashita give birth to the pain of time and the sweetness of lovesickness. A moment that should last forever, this charming mountain is full of sweet and painful thoughts. Feelings are long, the moon shines on the west wing, and there is a dream tonight. By the spring breeze, I entrusted my dream to the half moon hanging high in the night sky. In this cool summer night, I cling to the true feelings, cherish many memories of the past, and then quietly intoxicated myself.
Quiet, is this deep courtyard, round, mid-spring moon, cold, and my lonely heart. When people flock to the wild to enjoy the moon, clouds are floating in the air, and neon lights are flashing in the city. Standing on the roof of tall buildings, there are only rosy dreams in their hearts, like the moon in mid-air, gently rippling with faint tenderness. ...
"Why can't the truest heart touch the best people ..." Just like countless full moons in the past, I sang this song silently in my heart, and then the cold moonlight wrapped me, and the piano sound from the tall building formed a sharp contrast with this dumb song in my heart! Looking up at Gu Yue, Chang 'e still looks around the world with the Jade Rabbit in her arms, but the osmanthus wine in Wugang has lost its fragrance. Really? The man in my heart?
However, when the first ray of sunshine passed through the window glass, the romantic dream disappeared without a trace. I hurried to pursue, from this end of reality to the end of my dream, from the crowded market to the empty and silent Yuan Ye, I never met that person! No one pays attention to my expectant eyes, and no one holds up my weak body when I stumble. My tired heart wanders to the end of the world, but my feet are bound by my daily livelihood! In this helpless world, my eyes are full of tears, refreshing my unforgettable memories and making me miss the happiness in my dreams. I walked alone in the lonely and hesitant rain lane. What about the dream I can't let go of? How many golden years will it take to reach the horizon of the sea and get out of this bleak life? I looked around blankly, knowing that I had no choice but to go. At sunrise, I started from this illusory door, and at sunset, I went back to my original place from a boring circle! With eyes full of deepest hope and soul that can't be vented, I am a weak little woman and a strong man in a noisy and chaotic world, quietly loving myself and waiting for my dream to come.
Dewdrops are already shining on the grass in the yard, colorful fountains are changing colors coldly and warmly in front of us, and neon lights overhead dim the moonlight-yes, the lights on the earth are beautiful enough, and people are still coveting the distant moon shadows in the sky! Perhaps, what you can't get is always the most beautiful? I can't accuse others of their lust for good things, just as others can't understand my most sincere yearning for ordinary life.
Quiet, it is this deep courtyard, round, it is someone else's moon, cold, it is my heart. Tonight, under the long moon, in my rosy dream, you only see two figures, one is lonely and the other is lonely. ...
Jathyapple often lamented that life is unreasonable. I remember reading such a sentence in that book: "If you have tasted the scenery of crying once in your life, wrote an article about the cuckoo crying blood, and shouldered with a lovable person, that is enough." Yes, if you are always rejected because of paranoia, there is no love that you believe in in your romantic years, and you can't be really moved in the long years. Between people, the world of mortals is synchronous. We are fortunate to have * * * across the Qian Shan, so we should cherish every minute and enjoy the beauty of that encounter. Although some people are suddenly forgotten like a sudden encounter, some people bloom in time forever like ungrateful hearts, just like the evolution of this moon crow. This life, remember, forget, just feel comfortable.
I think the same is true of love. When two colliding souls are unconsciously attracted to each other, they can feel the spiritual comfort and physical pleasure brought by each other, but don't let love leave an unforgettable long hatred after the process. The rose of love should have soil, roots, whiskers and be clean and open. The moonlight of love can only shine on one person. If the whole world shines with the same brightness, it will be a mirage after all, and it will never return.
At night, clouds break through the moon, flowers make a shadow, return to my humble abode, and listen to a flowing moonlight sonata, which adds a soothing elegance to my mood. Everyone has his favorite music in his heart, not because of the beautiful melody and wonderful lyrics, but because the music tells his own story, represents his own state of mind and blends with the natural voice. Music whirled around the hut and touched the soul. I poured the beauty of the moonlit night into a drink and recalled each other's wandering and lingering under the moonlit night.
The moon is hidden in the clouds and the leaves whisper in the breeze. Bathed in the moonlight, listening to music, one place is dusty, and the two places are lovesick. Meeting seems to be a thousand years apart, and only these beautiful or obscure plots flow and dissipate in time. Jathyapple clutching his heart, deeply touched. He came up on the moon and went away with the wind, so that the breeze on this terrace and the crescent moon on this mountain side washed away my dusty heart.