Phoenix Phoenix stands in the water, as if the cloud had hung the phoenix tree low; But for a moment, the stars were broken and the moon was lost, and the phoenix and the phoenix escaped their golden red wings, shining and shining; In the falling and splashing of water droplets, I seem to see hibiscus swaying on their crowns and feathers; I heard the collision of jade beads in their pointed beaks; Not to mention what they are carrying, when music and dance are decadent, it seems that the dancer's long tail feathers stretch and bloom under the rotating sleeves.
"The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn."
When we pursue spiritual enrichment, can we say, "There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her", just like Sima Xiangru's ode to Zhuo Wenjun? Or just like those scholars with petty bourgeoisie sentiment, "they often don't want to know another place and another thing in China at all except' erudition'"; "I don't want to understand the gains and losses of a work, nor do I want to understand the true love, hate, sorrow and joy of a nation."
I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Fenghuangming
Feng Huang Yu Fei, this is Qiang Ming.
Cross water meanders into the distance, while the paddle beats a trickle and makes a loud sound like a stone impact.
On the farm boat, A Feng blushed, but smiled and introduced her silver hat. I saw flowers flying and white light flashing; Beads and beads are strung under the hat, dense and neat; The tassel on her forehead hung low and bright golden powder; It makes her look as thin as a crescent moon under a willow eyebrow, and her round and gentle almond eyes.
A Feng went to paddle, the warm wind swayed and the silver flowers shook. Brave, hoarse; Beads are also hung on her round neck coat; When the sun shines all over her, it is a bit colorful in my eyes.
When no one was there for a while, A Feng was humming the wizard's "May I Meet God in December" on the boat-
"You are a big fairy, you are a great god, open your eyes and look at the people here." "Fulu is a blessing, and the wind and rain are kind. Good wine and good food are old now, and fat pigs and sheep are roasting on the fire! " "Eat slowly, drink slowly, the moonlight is better than the river; Go hand in hand when you are drunk, and I will sing for you again! "
This song is rippling back and forth, it may go back and forth forever, or it may dissipate in the next second.
Phoenix hair
Phoenix bird with wings to fly, round eyes, hooked beak, flashing rain, patterns moving Yun Ni; They stretched out their necks, held their heads high, looked at each other and embraced the hot and bright sun.
Feng and I went through a steep hole and took the waterway to a seemingly isolated Miao village.
Feng Jiao smiled at me with a charming smile and said that she knew where the silver ornaments were best. So, we can't wait to find that building; After a while, I ran through the yellow wildflowers on the land, and while walking, I talked about the Miao people's mellow and spicy rice wine and the quaint and elegant diaojiao building.
In the workshop, the master has been chiseling flowers. He used special pointed steel to smash the patterns of Dan Bird and Fu Lushou on the silverware. Fish clustered with thin silver threads have trumpet-shaped body edges, such as silk and rattan, which are very similar to continuous waves; The back of the completed silver phoenix is covered with silver flowers, and the wings and abdomen are densely covered with spikes; The whole hairpin is centered on birds, and the auxiliary silver pieces and hanging beads extend radially around, just like a bunch of brilliant bouquets.
The real phoenix should be like this, with vines on its back, fish on its head and branches in its mouth.
I know that the phoenix is a belief in the immortality and endless cycle of life.
No matter when the sun becomes a white dwarf, the phoenix can still inhabit the buttonwood, and we can return to the romantic maple heart.
Phoenix cloud
The wind is the Phoenix King and the sky is the Phoenix Emperor.
Feng and I are going to the river to see wild flowers; A Feng pointed to the silver horn on her head and said that she played with me today, so she brought it specially.
She said mysteriously, "Some people think we wear horns; Actually, it's not. Like what I'm wearing today, it's a bird wing. " So I asked her why she was wearing bird wings. She looked at me, bent her eyes and replied softly, "We think that when a girl grows up, she will fly away like a bird flapping her wings and never come back." ...
I saw the white feathers inserted at both ends of her "bird wings", swaying with the wind, as if pursuing and exploring something; And the silver horn looks so towering and elegant.
I understood and sighed, so I also smiled and said to A Feng: "There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her;" I am willing to match my words with my deeds and work together. "
Phoenix postscript
The origin of all things, the birth of mankind, and even civilization have no necessary causal relationship with totem, but primitive people link them together and rely on imagination that has a great role in human development.
In Cut Down the Ancient Maple, the maple tree is as thoughtful, emotional, reasoning and talking as a human being. When two witches accused Maple of stealing fry, Maple said: It's cranes and geese. Their wings are as wide as mats, their legs are as big as stigma, and their beaks and mouths are as thick as tibia. They came from the east, flew up at dark and flew back at dawn; They come to your fish pond and take your fry. "
Here, the maple tree is personified, and it lives like a human being; The level of productivity in ancient times was extremely low. They didn't understand the real reason of everything, so they attributed it to a sacred object by imagination. The bold imagination of maple is the creation of beauty by Miao ancestors. They imagine that treetops, tree teeth, leaves, tree bumps and even sawdust and sawdust become various creatures, and the appearance of human beings is closely related to them; This explanation has obvious subjectivity, imagination, fantasy, singularity and grotesque. First, it is unscientific and unreasonable. The primitive consciousness of human beings can not correctly reflect the origin of nature and the birth of human beings, but is embodied through imagination and fantasy. This kind of "unconscious artistic processing" can also be said to be the bud of unconscious romanticism.
Different from modern art, "art does not require its works to be regarded as reality" (Lenin's philosophical notes); However, myths containing primitive religious ideas are regarded as real.
Therefore, there are always people who take butterflies as their mothers; Someone will be resurrected on the maple tree.