-2,000 years of fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king.
-three phoenixes that once played here, so that this place was named after them. Those who failed to keep the appointment waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
-4 bemoan the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, and the sufferings of the world. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
-5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Six nights of rain turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Remember, the rosewood is still there, and I didn't go.
-8 Who sighs in the years?
-9 Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
-10 the world of mortals began to fill, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
-1 1 Jiangnan figure, Tian Shui Bi Cheng, Tianjiao's wish goes against his body.
-12 mountains and rivers meet and smile for you.
-13 If it is bumpy, there is no regret.
-14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.
-15 Flowers covered by years are fleeting and blank.
-16 is gone, and I am still guarding you on the other side.
The moon in early winter
Autumn is still strong, and it is early winter in a blink of an eye. The moon walks into the winter night sky with the temperature of autumn.
It gets dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw the bright orange early winter moon on the southwest hillside, hanging down completely, huge and fresh, and a beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered, the horizon is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow; On the edge of faded Yu Xia, the cut image of the mountain is a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a heavy ink painting; In the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, magnificent in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers give people a good feeling, and this month is designed for this purpose. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to forget my existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, which emerged in this moonlight.
Wandering in the moonlight, a person has to think about what he is worried about or even worried about during the day. At this moment, he has forgotten everything, while some people will remember clearly what he has no time to take care of or even forget during the day. This beautiful moonlight will make the treasure deep in my heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and make my breathing slightly even and imperceptible. I am like a fish swimming in clear water, stealing happiness, floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the light, or stopping or wandering, intoxicated by it.
Orange moon, orange light, orange light, floating with light frost. In the empty night sky, I feel as if the moonlight is leaking, the rhythm of the moonlight, and the interdependence between human emotions and moonlight fluctuations. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?
The mountains snuggled up to each other and slept peacefully in the dim moonlight. I didn't expect to see it again and again during the day, and the mountain with moonlight reappeared is just like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together and hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like umbrellas, like clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the faint night. The mountain is breathing, the tree is breathing, the air is breathing, and the night is breathing ... Now, you can see the horizon; Listen, you can hear the sound of the cape. The listener looks at people, not the ears but the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of moonlight.
Moonlight is like orange indifferent liquid, and mountains and rivers are immersed in moonlight, which is as quiet as heaven. Alone in the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful heart is under the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful in an instant, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do is worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight. Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face the beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul.
Thanks to life, thanks to nature, my boat of life banished noise, pollution and congestion, moored in this moonlight, and met this beautiful dreamlike scenery. Indulged in the moonlight, I even forgot when and how I got into it, and I didn't expect to get out of it, out of this quiet and pleasant dream.
In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don't cherish a little, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Didn't you see that this month has come from ancient times, gone through vicissitudes, experienced ups and downs, sent eternal love, and watched the flowers bloom and fall ... The king's moon, the frosty moon, the Guan Shanyue and the red moon have all disappeared! The mountains and rivers are silent and fall asleep; Every month, someone speaks for himself. How should we grasp this ray of moonlight? In early winter, the moon hangs high and silent, like a shower.
Winter in Baima Lake
In my career of more than 40 years, the most profound understanding of winter was when I moved to the beginning of ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands on the other side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake are several new bungalows, where Liu Junxin and I live. Besides, there's no one in two or three miles. The family moved from the bustling Hangzhou to this desolate Shan Ye at sunset in November of the lunar calendar, as if immersed in the polar region.
The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although the house is newly built, its structure is extremely rough. The wind blew in from the gap between the doors and windows, which was particularly sharp. Thick paper was stuck in the gap between the doors and windows, but there was still penetration in the gap between the citron. When it blows hard, close the door at night, and after dinner, the whole family sleeps in bed, listening to the cold wind and the forgiveness of the lake. The small back porch on the hill is my study, which is the least windy room in the whole house. I often pull the Luo Song hat on my head very low and work late into the night under foreign lights. Song Tao roars like a roar, frosty moon acts as a window, and hungry rats squeak about on the dust-bearing floor. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. I often paddle my head in grey and refuse to sleep, dreaming of the characters in my landscape paintings.
Now the White Horse Lake is complete from the outside, from mountain to mountain. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it's really warm, unlike winter. The whole family sat in the court in the sun and even had lunch outside. Just like eating in summer, where the sun shines, they move chairs and stools there. Suddenly, the cold wind came, and they had to flee into the room with chairs and stools and shut the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind comes around afternoon and stops at midnight. As for the big cold, it will roar for a day and a night, just two or three days. On the coldest day, the mud looks as white as a river, the mountains are purple with cold, and the lake waves are deep blue.
I am afraid of snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light it at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for me to see for half a month, and I can see it from the window when I look up. However, it snows only once or twice a year in the south, and almost all the winter feelings I enjoy there come from the wind. It can be said that the windy White Horse Lake has geographical reasons. The lake here was originally surrounded by mountains, but there was a gap half a mile wide in the north, so I deliberately opened my pocket to face the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy it is. Wind has played an important role in the feeling of winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.
Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard it is blowing tonight!"
The bath in early winter is full of sunshine.
After leaving my former residence for a month or two, I once came back and sat in front of the desk under the south window. The first thing I found strange was the sunshine on the desk. It turns out that summer has passed, autumn is coming to an end, early winter is coming, and the sun outside the window has set southward with every minute.
I leaned my chair against the window and sat reading with my back to the window. The sun covered my upper body. Instead of annoying me like a month or two ago, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all things, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that can cure diseases and prolong life into my body through his light.
I thought to myself: I am surprised at my feelings. Why did it suddenly become like this? The evil of the day before yesterday has become the joy of today; What was abandoned the day before yesterday has become what is sought today; The revenge of the day before yesterday has become the favor of today. Zhangyan looked at the fan abandoned on the bookshelf in surprise. The joy of the day before yesterday became the sin of today; What I asked for the day before yesterday has become what I abandoned today; The gratitude of the previous day turned into hatred today. Suddenly, I smiled to myself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely" and "reunion fans give up donations" are all old sayings, and your wife knows it. Why are you surprised? So my reason gave in. But I still don't give in to my feelings. I feel a strange feeling in this cold and changeable period, which is enough to surprise me. It's like a night when the sun goes down and the sky is not completely dark: we can still feel the day and the night at the same time. It's also like boarding time when one foot has set foot on the boat and the other foot is still on the shore: we can still feel land and water at the same time. We all know that there is night and land on board, but we just "know" it, not "feel". I was covered by the early winter sunshine under the south window for a long time, sweating like a pig, and my shirt was gradually wet. At this time, the "real feeling" of bathing day and the "real feeling" of waving a fan are mixed in my body. Isn't this a wonderful experience?
So I simply threw away the book and lay on the rattan chair in the corner. With such mixed feelings, I looked around the room and felt that many things had changed a lot. Some things have become better: like this room, it is often too small in summer, and the doors and windows are open, which is not enough. I almost want to tear down the wall. But now it's suddenly big, very big! It will be screened out soon. Another example is the hot kettle in the case, which was once driven into the corner of the cupboard by the tea urn, and now stands in front of you like a monument. When I was in bask in the quilt, everyone thought it was stupid and thick. Now spread under the covers, people suddenly look pleasing to the eye and thin. I used to want to sell sofa chairs, but fortunately no one buys them now. I used to want to take off my fur robe for a black cat, but now I envy it. On the contrary, something has gone bad: like the wind, people are used to calling it "fast!" " "Welcome it in. Now it is gradually repelled, and it will soon be prevented from being a thief. Another example is the bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was a great honor. No one cares now, and the description is haggard and lifeless. Pictures of soda advertisements on the wall. There is a big bottle of soda in the corner, a glass overflowing with white foam, and a picture of taking a sea bath below. I saw a soda water picture before, and I couldn't wait to be the person in the picture after seeing the sea bath picture. Now this picture is almost chilling. The naked foreigner sat on the small bookshelf in the window. I used to think it was too freehand, but now I feel very sorry. The plaster model of the famous ancient Greek carving stands like a statue, and the skirt fades to the thigh, standing high on the aerial flowerpot stand. I saw her smiling face in summer, but these days I suddenly felt her frown, as if sighing that she had lost her arms and couldn't pull up her skirt to keep out the cold.
In fact, how can things be covered up? It was my own feelings that betrayed me. How can I feel rebellious? Nature taught it. How serious is nature's command: you don't love the summer wind and the winter sun. How ridiculous nature's command is: in summer, you must praise what is cursed in winter, and in winter, you must curse what is praised in summer!
Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer, adulthood is like winter; Or young as summer and old as winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature often makes people feel rebellious, and their orders are so serious and funny.