The most important benefits of prose reading are "taking love as pleasure", experiencing charm and appreciating beauty.
List two short passages:
Huangshan listens to the rain
Xiong zhaozheng
In the afternoon, the wheels pass through thousands of branches in autumn, and the rain clouds of Huangshan Mountain hang on each branch. It seems that just press the horn and the raindrops will crack. Compared with the mountains below, the waterfalls in Huangshan Mountain are earlier. And because the eyes are full of earth-shattering realms, the autumn rain in Huangshan is particularly cold as a Millennium snake.
Many people go climbing this season. The inn was full, so the three of us had to live in a farmhouse under Meimaofeng. This is a crude building in the jungle. We haven't entered the small building yet. The rain poured down. The interest in traveling around the mountains has been drenched into a pot of carved flowers that want to be hot and cool.
When it rains, the branches turn into rain arrows, floating in ancient times; It rained, and the rain rope made of haze and fog was in a trance for a long time. The dusk hatched in the rain is like the opening and closing of my lungs. Seventy-two peaks in Huangshan Mountain, seventy-two natural museums that make people want to cry, can't let me visit its secret and magnificent buildings tonight.
The most beautiful things in Huangshan are pine, stone and clouds. Now it's pine in the rain, stone in the clouds and dusk clouds. Twilight blocked all the mountain roads.
Then, tonight, I can only listen to the rain in Huangshan.
This summer, I went to Lushan Mountain and Jiuhua Mountain. I think, if you come to Huangshan, you will definitely push the fun to the extreme. Who knows that Zhu Xia has become a paranoid for half a day? How can I climb the green of Huangshan Mountain along the rain rope? I was angry for a while. In this shallow age, not to mention those high-ranking officials, politicians and celebrities, even those who are evil in astrology are welcomed by young people everywhere. Is Huangshan also born a pair of snobs, only willing to use the cold rain of the mountains to prevaricate a fallen poet?
Soon, I realized that this was wrong.
It is because of my decline that the ears washed by Sandie Spring in Lushan Mountain were hit by a Brahma bell in Guicheng Temple in Jiuhua Mountain, and Huangshan Mountain welcomed the rain.
In the history of the rise of mankind, rain is an eternal force. And the poet's adaptation to rain is not just biological adaptation. So far, I can still feel how touching the rain is in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Li Shangyin, "The rain rises in the autumn pool at night", is deep and biting; Wang Changling, which entered Wu on a cold rainy night, was extremely cold. "misty rain life", vivid Su Dongpo's affection; "Riding a donkey across the sword gate in drizzle", Lu Fangweng's condition is that both the book and the sword fall. There are few passionate poets who don't fall behind. Only when they fall behind can life blossom extraordinary flowers in the rain.
So, tonight's Huangshan rain is for me.
In order to spend this rainy night well, I asked the owner of the small building if he had any wine. He rummaged through the boxes and found half a bottle of Daqu. Three people enjoy * * *, a little less, but it's better than nothing.
Drinking in the snow is to drive away the cold, and drinking in the rain is to drive away loneliness. I'm not alone tonight. Every pine tree and stone outside the window is my drinking buddy who has been waiting for thousands of years.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
It's late at night, I can't see the flowing posture of Taohuaxi in the valley downstairs, and I can't see the prestige of spring dance on the mountain behind the building. However, my ears are full of the sound of knocking on gold jade. These aura-preserving local accents blend everything and make my infinite radiation belt instantly penetrate eternity.
I picked up the cup and drank up the rain from the 72 nd peak of Huangshan Mountain in one gulp. And savor it carefully: which is the roughness of Aoyu Peak, which is the graceful and restrained lotus peak, which is the elegance of Ren Xianfeng, which is the deep and clean of Geng Yunfeng ... The colorful rain in Huangshan makes me intoxicated.
Cup after cup, sipping wine and drinking rain. Huangshan Mountain gave me a splendid chest tonight, and the darkness outside the blue lamp was also photographed by me as older than Xuanyuan Emperor.
The wine is exhausted, and the mood is not exhausted. The host cooked a pot and sent it in the rainy season. Use it to make Huangshan Wuyun tea, and a cup of fragrant Jiangnan will curl up in front of my eyes. Sip it with springs and waterfalls. My long loneliness was suddenly warmed into a fruit hanging on the tree of history. Although it is sour, it is so round after all.
The wine has been drunk, the tea has been drunk, and the rain is not enough. A friend of my colleague said: If the rain stops at this time, it would be nice to have a bright moon. I hope it will rain forever. Seeing the moon is a beautiful enjoyment, but under the nourishment of the rain, I can plant a steeper landscape than Huangshan in my spiritual field.
Qing Tang he yun
ji xianlin
There are several acres of clear ponds in front of the building. I remember that when I first moved here more than 30 years ago, there seemed to be lotus flowers in the pond, and there were still some broken shadows of green leaves and safflower in my memory. Later, things changed, and the years passed, but the pond became "half an acre of square pond opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light", and the lotus flowers were never seen again.
I keep a lot of old ideas in my mind. Every time I look at an empty pond, I always feel as if something is missing. This is not in line with my aesthetic concept. There should be something green in the pond, even reeds are better than nothing. The best and most ideal is of course the lotus. In China's old poems, there are simply too many descriptions of lotus flowers. Zhou Dunyi's "
Ailian said.
What readers don't know is probably unique. His famous phrase "everyone knows that the fragrance disappears and the jade dies." It can almost be said that there is no one in China who doesn't love lotus flowers. But the pond in front of our building is the only one lacking lotus flowers. Every time I see or think about it, I always feel that I am a heart disease.
Someone came from Hubei and brought some lotus seeds from Honghu Lake. The shell is black and hard. It is said that if buried in mud, it can be preserved for thousands of years. So, I used a hammer to crack a crack in the lotus seed, so that the shower head would break out of its shell and never be buried in the mud. These are subjective wishes, and it is extremely unknown whether Lian Lei can come out. Anyway, I finally tried my best to put five or six broken lotus seeds into the pond. This is my destiny.
In this way, I have one more job every day: go to the pond several times more. I always hope that one day, suddenly, "Xiao He shows sharp corners" and green lotus leaves grow out of the water. However, contrary to expectations, in the first year of throwing, nothing appeared on the water until the autumn leaves fell. After a lonely winter day, the next year, the pond was full of spring water, green willows and weeping willows, and there was a beautiful scene. However, there is still no lotus leaf on the water I expected. At this time, I was completely disheartened, thinking about those hard-shell lotus seeds brought by Hubei, probably because of unexplained reasons, there is no hope of planting lotus seeds anymore. My eyes can't suck lotus leaves out of the mud.
However, in the third year, a miracle suddenly happened. One day, I suddenly found that there were several round green leaves where I threw lotus seeds, although the color was very attractive; But it is thin and pitifully lying on the water, like the leaves of water hyacinth. Only five or six leaves grew at first. I always feel a little too little, and I always hope to grow a few more pieces. So, I look forward to the stars and the moon, and go to the pond every day. There are farmers outside the school to catch aquatic plants. I always ask them to be merciful and not to break the leaves. But after a long summer, sad autumn came to the world again, leaving only five or six lonely leaves floating in the pond. For me, this is another hopeful but still depressing year.
The real miracle appeared in the fourth year. After the severe winter, the pond overflowed with springs. When the lotus grows leaves, a large green leaf suddenly grows in the place where there were five or six leaves last year. However, it seems that the lotus has not stopped its activities under the severe winter ice, because leaves have also grown in the middle of the pond far from the original base of five or six leaves. The speed and range of blade expansion are amazing. Within a few days, a large part of the pond has been covered with green leaves. Moreover, the leaves that used to lie flat on the water like water lilies gathered strength from somewhere, and some actually jumped out of the water and grew into slender lotus leaves. It turned out that I had been suspicious for a long time, fearing that water lilies were growing in the pool, not real lotus flowers. In this way, the doubt in my heart was swept away: the descendants of Honghu lotus really grew in the pond. I was ecstatic, and these years have finally not been in vain.
Everything in the world is born, and animals and plants, including people, are always endowed with an extremely amazing survival force and an extremely amazing communication force, which is too great to resist. As long as you are willing to take the trouble to observe, you will certainly admit it. What is in front of me now is the lotus in the pond in front of my building. As several brave blades jumped out of the water, many blades followed. Overnight, dozens of branches appeared, and they spread quickly. In less than ten days, lotus leaves have covered half the pond. From where I planted my seeds, I spread to the east, west, north and south. I can't know how the lotus moves in the mud in deep water. Anyway, judging from the lotus leaves above the water, it takes at least half a foot to form this situation.
Planting lotus leaves is definitely not enough. Lotus flowers come one after another. According to experts who know lotus flowers, the lotus flowers in the pond in front of my house are different from those in other ponds in Yanyuan. The color of lotus flowers in other places is light red; And my lotus here is not only red, but also has many petals. Each flower can produce sixteen compound petals, which certainly looks different. These dazzling red lotus flowers, hanging high above the lotus leaves, pose in the wind as if dazzling everything. When I was young, I read an old poem: "After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus color is different. " I love the beauty of his poems and deeply regret that I can't go to Hangzhou West Lake to enjoy them in person. Now the pond in front of my house is the scenery of the West Lake. It was I who moved the West Lake from Hangzhou to Yanyuan. Isn't it great and satisfying? Mr. Zhou Yiliang just moved to Longrun Garden a few years ago and was named "Jihe". I find it interesting and grateful. Shall I pass the lotus?
The year before and last year, when the lotus flowers were in full bloom in Xiayuetan, I walked around the pond at least several times every day, sitting on a stone and quietly sucking the fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. "Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonggong Mountain is more secluded." I really feel quiet around. I sat there silently, and what I saw on the water was lotus green manure and red manure. The reflection is reflected in the water. When the wind blows, a lotus petal falls into the water and falls from above, while the reflection in the water falls from bottom to top, and finally touches the water surface. The two become one and float there like a boat. I once read two sentences in a poem: "The pond flowers fall in shadow, and the sand birds fly with the sound." The author deeply regrets that the second sentence is no good. No wonder, how many people can understand the realm of "a pool of flowers falling into a shadow"?
In the evening, my family often sits on the stones by the pond to enjoy the cool. One night, the moon in the sky was bright and bright, and a piece of silver light was sprinkled on the lotus. I suddenly heard a voice. Mao Mao, my little white Persian cat, jumped into the water. He probably thought there was a white jade plate in the water and wanted to jump on it and catch it. As soon as it entered the water, it probably felt something was wrong. It quickly returned to the shore and smashed the reflection of the moon. It took a long time to recover its original shape.
This summer, the weather is extremely sultry, but the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Green covers the sky, red flowers reflect the sun, and a pond that is not too small is so full that even the water surface can hardly be seen. A neighbor who loves lotus flowers counts the number of lotus flowers cheerfully every day. Tell me today that there are four or five hundred flowers; Tell me tomorrow that there are six or seven hundred flowers. However, although I know he is meticulous, I don't believe he can really count the exact number of flowers. There are many corners under the lotus leaves and in the crevices. I don't know how many children are hidden, which is hard to see on the shore. It is roughly estimated that there will be nearly 1000 flowers this year. This is really a magnificent view.
These days, the weather has suddenly turned cold. It seems that it suddenly turns from summer to autumn. Although the lotus leaf in the pond is still green, it seems that the day of becoming a residual lotus will not be too far away. In another month or two, even the residual load will disappear without a trace when the water freezes. At that time, the lotus will probably hibernate under the ice and dream of spring. Their dreams will surely come true. "Winter has come, can spring be far behind?"
I wish my "Jihe" all the best.
1997