After reading the hard journey of culture, there is a feeling of writing 1 Although I don't know much about this book, I only selected a few interesting articles to read carefully. Originally thought to be a travel book, a closer look seems to describe beautiful scenery, but in fact it reveals the great connotation of China culture and can reflect the author's life and thoughts.
"Mogao Grottoes" let me know more about the ignorance of the people at that time and the heinous crimes of Wang. I thought the mural on the wall was ugly, so I painted it white, and finally the cave was like a place where a person lived. However, the initial heart of the Mogao Grottoes gradually became empty and pale. Because of his greed for money, he sold books and murals to foreigners. This is a national humiliation and we will never forget it.
Among them, the one I watched the most was Jiangnan Town. This article is beautifully described, but the author still seems unable to hide his anguish. Think about this peace, think about this depression. Exquisite stone bridges, houses close to mountains and rivers, white smoke curling from cooking stoves, and willow trees and houses reflected in the water. Everything seems particularly quiet, but the Jiangnan town in the book gives me a kind of leisure and enjoyment at home. Isolated, no noise, no competition, no danger. Just as the author said, Jiangnan town does not have the vicissitudes of life like Queqiao and Wuyi Lane, but only the indifference. Jiangnan small town, disdain for wealth, so there is no majestic momentum. Only faint mountains and long streams have been like this since ancient times. There has never been any ups and downs, only silently nourishing one side of the land and feeding one side of the people.
This reminds me of what I saw and heard when I went to Wuzhen. On the way to Wuzhen, it was drizzling, not as gray as Wuxi. The next day, the ground was wet and the air was mixed with the fragrance of earth. We went to Tashi. Go there, rent a boat, and the fisherman will row for us. Look left and right. The black house is set against the blue sky, and there is no sunshine, which makes people relaxed and happy. Plus there are few people, which is more comfortable.
When I got off the boat, I walked on the dark blue stone road. The narrow alley is close to the surrounding houses. The high threshold is an antique. The surrounding houses are small shops, no matter how big or small, every family is crowded together. At this time, the sunshine also came to join in the fun, which was more vital.
Wuxi is not like this now. Perhaps I described the most authentic water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Although I was born in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the process of modernization has already washed away the original charm of the town, and I can only picture the town again and again in my mind.
Walking on the land of the Chinese nation, Yu used his unique observation and insight to ponder the profound culture of this ancient nation and wrote this book with delicate brushstrokes. It is not a pleasant travel note, but bitterness and bitterness.
After reading the whole article and browsing the catalogue, Dujiangyan impressed me the most.
The Great Wall has always been a symbol of our Chinese nation. The author also admits that the Great Wall "has left the pride of human willpower for the planet where we live" and has great ornamental value in the landscape. But he prefers Dujiangyan, which seems unremarkable, but silently and permanently irrigates the Chinese nation. Obviously, the author compares the two projects from the perspective of overall practical significance.
Next, the author did not directly cut into Dujiangyan's description, but put pen to paper and wrote "I am lazy, wandering in the street, I just want to see Qingcheng Mountain", so I was indifferent to my psychological activities and had to follow the author. However, inadvertently, I was taken to a whole new world. At first, I felt "an inexplicable tension". "I finally felt surprised suddenly. I stood in front of the Longfu Pavilion, where the torrent surged and the earth trembled ",which made me feel like I was in front of the mighty water. From plain to surprised, the author did not deliberately create momentum, but wrote his own feelings truthfully, but it was so fascinating.
The author wrote the water in Dujiangyan with a splash of ink, which is noisy and dancing water, roaring water, full of vitality and passion. "Here's the water. I've had enough suffering and splashed. This is like a wave of marathon runners crossing various obstacles, handing over the most powerful life to the rules, giving it to expectations and giving it to the public. " After reading this, I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. It seems that what the author is writing at present is not the water that we can hold in our daily life, but a vibrant life. Yes, the water in Dujiangyan has been written by the author! "Look at the clouds, the fog, the sunrise and the water. Don't forget Dujiangyan. " It is a faint sentence, but it highlights the vitality of Dujiangyan water.
However, this kind of water was eventually tamed by human beings and benefited mankind. I seem to be aware of the author's intention. Writing about water is not just about water, but about the people behind it, those who tame nature confidently and easily. Li Bing's political program is very pure, and his knowledge is not so grand, but it is always watertight. The author is thinking about the way of being a man and learning. Dujiangyan radiates a unique spiritual world. What exactly is this world? The author seems to have said it, but he seems not to have said it, which is even more thought-provoking.
After reading the essay 3 "Cultural Journey", I read it several times, intermittently and intermittently. Today, I took this dusty love book off the shelf and chewed it again, which was meaningless.
Following the "cultural journey", I experienced the simple people's feelings in the northwest and browsed the tenderness in the south of the Yangtze River. My heart just followed the immortal pen in the author's hand, staring at the slightly yellow paper line by line, and my hand just turned page by page. ...
I admire your writing and even have a crush on it. I am committed to his development, connection and gradual explanation of every little thing from small to large. My understanding of the vast and ancient world mentioned in his book is like rain and dew quietly nourishing my heart, but I always write my inner feelings on paper.
The author's words showed me the rise and fall of China culture through the ages, and witnessed the magnificent beauty and poetic narration of the world. The infatuated Su Shi and Li Bai, the wonderful West Lake, and the Millennium culture are converging and merging. For thousands of years, the soft sunshine in the south has created a feminine taste in the south of the Yangtze River, and Tianyi Pavilion has been tirelessly maintained by officials of past dynasties. Culture is beautiful, but it is always lacking and the easiest to lose. What impressed me deeply was the Taoist priest in Daota who was vilified by the world. We mercilessly criticize his mistakes, his blindness, his meanness and his ignorance, but always ignore the bumpy years, customs, an era of war, an era of hunger and a large number of new civilizations. The continuation of life may be extremely important in his eyes, and the continuation of life is his top priority. We always say, "A barn knows manners, but a slip knows honor and disgrace." . However, time always brings people different misunderstandings. After nearly a century of vague time, all we can do is to look at this changing world from another angle.
"A word is a footprint of travel, with different shades; Every sentence is a stumbling for hundreds of years, and the detour is very long; Page by page, like a spoonful of sweet spring water, like a bowl of strong hot tea, and I am an extremely thirsty traveler. " This is probably my favorite book review about cultural journey. Footprints of different shades and stumbling journey lead me to stand in "poetic Yuan Ye, a long history of Cangshan".
The charm of words is endless forever, so I will always leave a pure land in my heart to feel the comfort brought by culture. I feel the weight of the words he wrote, his pure love and pursuit of Chinese, his love for his mother tongue and hometown dialect, his fascination with ancient life, his distance from the noisy city, his avoidance of traffic, his choice to continue pursuing the life of scholars and geeks, and his passion with a brush, so that culture can be passed down forever.
On the desolate Hexi Corridor, there was a Taoist king who was born and raised as a farmer. Actually guarding a grotto, which may imply that he is a sinner of history and a disgrace to the nation.
Far away, I saw several foreigners with high noses, blue eyes and curly hair coming out of the vast dust and leading a group of camels towards the cave. When they arrived at the cave, their eyes could not help showing regret. "There are neither unsmiling museum directors nor heavily guarded shelters here." The only one guarding all this is an ignorant and dirty Taoist priest. They only have a moment of regret, followed by endless ecstasy.
Of course, this ignorant Taoist priest knows nothing about the value of cultural relics and the interests of the country. However, his eyes flashed strangely, staring at a delicate small steel cylinder in the hand of the foreigner named Stan. His hand has long been out of control. He took off the key hanging around his waist and opened the door! The sun shines through the dust, and everyone wants to rush up and sneak into that gap, and they all want to feel the golden brilliance of world-class treasures to show that they are more noble. So the light of a national symbol is full of alien perspective, his pupils are involuntarily enlarged by long-term predatory life, and his shameless eyes seem to emit mysterious light. Taoist Wang only cares about whether the vat is his own. He quickly grabbed the small cylinder, put it in his hand and stroked it eagerly. It's just that he lost his poor dignity as a son and daughter of the Chinese nation at this time, handed over the country's treasures to the powers, and even put aside the country's dignity. Now he has become a national sinner!
However, he has no idea about these so-called concepts. Just look at that exquisite gadget. When the last foreigner left, the ignorant Taoist Wang bowed to him affectionately, bowed to the shameless thief, and even showed his so-called respect to the invaders in ignorance! Sadly, a caregiver's ignorance; It's really sad, a treasure cave is like this; Alas, evil forces have so shamelessly stolen the essence of another civilization.
I'm afraid this is the epitome of that era. This is one of the Mogao Grottoes, but at that time, thousands of Mogao Grottoes in Qian Qian may have lost their rivals. This may be the numbness of an era and the sorrow of a generation!
Notes after writing: This plot has a very dignified idea in the whole book, and the author can indirectly criticize some falsehoods, evils and ugliness to the fullest. So I think this is the core of the book! Map an era!
My teacher once asked us to read the book "Cultural Journey". I never thought of it that way. Seeing the name of this book, I thought to myself: Hum! Cultural Journey must be very difficult to read! But when I got this book, my view on it changed a lot.
I found that the book "Cultural Journey" not only tells the ancient history of China, but also tells us a deeper truth.
It has a deep and sentimental historical atmosphere, a dramatic expression in prose creation and an elegant and lyrical description. The sense of history in literature is the encounter between the writer's own life and history. He wants to find his own relationship in the vast history, so he wants to find the inside story that conforms to his life structure in history. This feeling is getting deeper and deeper. Once there is an opportunity to resort to writing, it will inevitably confuse history and life. The history created by the author is not abstract. When he is tired of boring academic life, he wants to leave his desk and wear a long-distance travel suit. Unlike ordinary people, he is looking for a personalized school that spans thousands of years. He doesn't travel for the sake of traveling, but for dialogue with history and culture. I don't want to go to a travel agency and write some articles about the perception of tourists in the market. He thinks the team with the flag can't get where he wants to go. As a result, his cultural travel became a kind of "bitterness". When he traveled around the world, he visited the "human landscape" station after station. He is travel-stained, his limbs are exhausted, and he has many bitter feelings. Therefore, the author calls it a "cultural journey".
So I followed the author to find a book and started my "cultural journey".
A cave in the Mogao Grottoes appeared before my eyes. The caves are still spectacular, and the stone murals are still silent. Follow me and quietly watch the changes of light and shadow projected on the stone wall, just as they quietly watch the changes of Dunhuang for thousands of years. It suffered a disaster. Today, many years later, the mysterious and meaningful cave can attract people's attention, not because of its dazzling appearance, but because of its cultural and historical significance.
I closed the book, went to the window, looked at the traffic outside the window, and thought: "The cultural journey" is over, what have I got?
After reading the essay "Cultural Journey" for a while, I seldom have leisure, so I gently opened the book "Cultural Journey". After reading it, I was filled with emotion.
Some people may say that everything that culture shows us is wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting, but I never thought that culture also has a bitter side!
In the long river of history, flowers are dazzling, but an ancient tree next to them is aging and vicissitudes, and I don't know how many times it has experienced wind and rain. A long history is like a fairyland, dreamy and ethereal, but the rocks at the bottom of the lake are scarred, and I don't know how many times they have been hit by waves.
Today's culture always dresses itself up beautifully. That beautiful appearance, the so-called "dressing up", may be the experience and result of culture. As far as Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes are concerned, it was built here by a monk named Le Zun. The stone wall is exquisite, beautiful in structure and simple in flavor. In the sunset, everything seems to be seen through in its soft eyes. Its beauty today is a masterpiece of years. I still remember the author's evaluation of it: its history can't be separated from the tinkling of craftsmen's axes. Yes! How can an excellent work of art not be born under a lot of work?
Isn't this our life? Maybe now we can see some entrepreneurs sitting in expensive chairs and smoking expensive cigarettes. Are successful people. Is a person's success born? No, only by experiencing hardships and setbacks in life and going upstream in the face of difficulties and obstacles can people gain experience and lay bricks on the road to success.
When we are teenagers, we need to experience some necessary setbacks, maybe that's it, so that our future achievements will be more brilliant.
People in ancient and modern times all sigh: young people don't work hard, and the elderly are pathetic!
Reading "The Hard Journey of Culture" has feelings for composition 7. The wandering journey and vast land are bitter aftertaste after the trip.
Stop-and-go, Fahua was born early, bitter to the extreme, but sweet sublimation.
When I met a "cultural journey", it lay in the arms of my classmates. The striking word "bitter" on the light yellow and black cover gave me a literary pressure, and I seemed to be in a low pressure. My heart "tut-tut" gave a cry and it passed quickly, without causing psychological pressure that dwarfed myself. Interestingly, I found it on rows of bookshelves a few years later and bought it by a strange coincidence. Perhaps I want to challenge and see if the book I was afraid of a few years ago has entered my eyes today, or is it a kind of fear.
First, related cultural personality.
The murals in the 60-mile Mogao Grottoes are full of emotions, ethereal and mysterious, and the life of 1000 years is transpiration here. Art maps the soul, mysterious and clean, because it is a permanent yearning and dream. After reading the text, I want to go through 1000 years ago, stand quietly and watch the great process of the formation of this mural, and the complex inner world will settle down because of enjoying the unique art. I climbed to the top of the Nenmingsha Mountain and enjoyed the pure light and shadow, and Brahma in the sky sounded in my heart. In a blink of an eye, I was attracted by the crescent spring that pressed the earth from the horizon like a quiet and peaceful place. Why does old ni want to live alone in a desolate and drifting place? I don't quite understand it, but I think she has seen through the simple original behind the colorful world and would rather spend the rest of her life understanding the Zen machine full of the world here. We often appreciate poetry, and poets always have a lot of sadness, such as Liu Zongyuan. "Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. " I always thought that Liu Zongyuan enjoyed this undisturbed state, and that the words "solitude" and "independence" were the poet's innate sensibility and affectation. It was not until I read The Word of Liu Hou that I changed my misunderstanding of this poem.
Liu Hou Temple in Longcheng is the destination of his soul, and his life has been ups and downs. What is hidden under his short and lonely life is a brilliant literary genius and a cultural personality eager to flourish, which needs to be interpreted by China teenagers ... It's a pity that I, a China teenager, have always misunderstood him and the life of people who have been relegated to poetry. I'm ashamed. I am so ignorant of the world that I only care about pleasure. I didn't know the sufferings of China literati living under feudal system at all, and laughed at their sitcoms and moans. After studying Chinese for so many years and reciting so many ancient poems, I have never felt the same way for a person, let alone lamented the misfortune of this world.
Second, about life.
Where do we come from? Where does it go from here? There must be many people who have asked this question, but it is meaningless to us ordinary people. Do you still remember the happy peach blossom garden with yellow hair? Have you ever wondered why such a Penglai wonderland can't keep poor and hardworking fishermen? Because people cannot be forgotten. You can't forget yourself, let alone the meaning of life. Or instead of returning to the black hole that gives you life with a blank, you should work hard to evaporate your world for the life you love. As "Wu Lingren" said, "Happiness here cancels my right to think".
On the rugged yellow land, a pair of feet are embedded and lifted, leaving a string of lonely footprints. Letters and visitors come from one town to another day after day, and the package carries the distant thoughts of one family after another. In that era when there was no telephone or email, despite breathing the air at the same altitude, deep thoughts made people feel hard to breathe, such as reaching their throats. Letter, a great professional group, has spent most of its life sending sunshine to other people's lives. They are suspected of being framed, falling into unprovoked disputes for no reason, but they are still doing their bit to benefit the people at both ends. It is often said, "Don't live for others." But I think, if there are such a group of people in a person's life who are worth traveling, even if they can't go down in history, they won't write a sad mediocrity on the epitaph after death.
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On a sunny day, I finished reading The Last Word in my yard. It took me more than half of Harle's book and three days to write this review. When I close the book, I feel that I have experienced eight thousand miles of clouds and months. The overwhelming mild sunshine washed away the dust on the body, and the happiness factor jumped lightly in the body. Wandering journey, vast land, after passing, is a bitter aftertaste; Stop-and-go, Fahua was born early, bitter to the extreme, and sweet sublimation-
This is the best time and the worst time. This is our time. I've always liked this sentence. We are a member of the times, but the previous culture is also worth inheriting. We began to learn ancient poetry from primary school, which is euphemistically called: inheriting the traditional culture of the Chinese nation. However, at that time, how much did we know about the significance of this traditional culture spanning thousands of years?
The journey of culture is bitter, and it is a journey of complaining in this thousand-year sigh. On the cover of the book is an inscription given to us by Yu Xiansheng. He followed the course of culture, desert wilderness, Jiangnan water town, library pavilion, Tianyi Pavilion and Longhua. He crossed the earth with steps, history with spirit and culture with words. This journey is very hard. In his own words, it was a journey of complaining in a thousand-year sigh.
Tower, no matter how many times I spend it, it will make me feel sad, not angry, only sad. Yu Xiansheng's pace can't keep pace with the times. In his deep eyes, he may have seen that a few decades ago, the Taoist priest, with a small purse, bowed and sent these foreigners away with countless China cultural relics. Sad! But maybe this was the best situation at the time. If countless classics are embezzled by landlords and rich people everywhere and robbed by officials from all walks of life, it is indeed better to let them lie in the museums of foreigners. After all, that can explain the addition of cultural relics. This is a historical and cultural tragedy.
It feels like autumn when the geese fly south. In this late autumn, silent autumn, sad autumn, I cry for China culture in my heart, calling it the noisy one. I will relive the miracle created by this great country.
When I walked into the Mogao Grottoes, my surprise was only tiny sand. What I feel here is the precipitation of thousands of years of culture, a review of history and the rotation of dynasties. This is not only a religious paradise, but also a microcosm of Chinese civilization. I walked into the prosperity of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the chaos of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The rest are the footprints of modern scholars. I can only describe it as worship, and only it can match it. I saw the Chinese nation dripping blood, yes. It was the Taoist priest who plunged this sharp knife into her chest. But the decadent feudal dogma became a rope. I hate this knife being firmly fixed. I didn't appear early in that era. I will wave a sword and cut this rope. I will use my whole life to pull the knife out of her chest.
Strolling through the Three Gorges, immersed in the scenery of clear water and blue sky, made me meditate on the culture on both sides of the strait. Wang Zhaojun, Qu Yuan, Li Bai ... This is a historical celebrity. People remember them not only because of their history, but also because of the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. Only in this way can such people walk through such mountains and waters and find their traces from such words.
In Yu's works, Wang Wei's farewell is gentle. In the stormy desert, even warm clothes can feel biting. The sentence "I advise you to drink more wine, and there is no reason to sink into the west" conveys the warmest feelings to a friend who has been demoted. Now only by finding Wang Wei's horseshoe prints can we get there. Only those who want to understand him and inherit him will take this thin glass of wine so seriously, and Yu Yu.
In ancient times, there were countless bare graves on the battlefield. From his works, I saw a general wearing armor and wielding a sword to cut the enemy. I saw the blood on the ground slowly soaking into the surface, and the victims of the war lay quietly here. Numerous bloody lessons in the inheritance of civilization remind me to love peace.
Dujiangyan described by Yu is the soul of Li Bing and his son. This water conservancy building, which has benefited for thousands of years, has made me realize the significance of miracles again. Its soul is unyielding, intelligent, decisive and brave. I am willing to kneel at its feet. It is the treasure of our country and my pursuit. It is the backbone of our Chinese nation.
By reading this book, I learned a lot and felt more insignificant. In 5,000 years of Chinese culture, I am not even as good as an ant. I saw Mr. Yu's persistent pursuit of. He is a scholar and the inheritor of China culture. His works are always full of mystery, but he is an honest writer. Every word is his experience. Every sentence has his thoughts, as clear as a stone in clear water. I fell in love with Xin Qiji's writing from an article about him. Reading his books is like reading his spirit. Because his spirit exists between his lines, when he sighs for a historical figure, your heart sinks to the bottom. When he is proud of a civilization, your heart is full of pride.
I not only want to sigh. This is Yu, leading you to pursue Chinese civilization and dissecting your thoughts thoroughly in front of you.
Recently, I read the book "Cultural Journey" by Mr. Yu, and I deeply feel that this process does not need a delicate bamboo moon, fragrant tea and light wine, but only a sincere heart and a soul willing to be baptized. This book records Mr. Yu's departure from the vast yellow sand under the setting sun, through Dujiangyan, which is full of hustle and bustle of life, to the gentle Jiangnan water town. This book contains the heaviest historical feelings he carved with the softest brushstrokes.
When I first read this book, I thought it was a pool of clear water, which took people around mountains and rivers, but I never thought that it was a deep valley, which whipped my soul when I stepped into it. From the first "Twin Towers", from the screaming "I hate it!" At first, I have entered this cultural journey; Step by step, I entered a place where strong emotions overflowed all the time. That kind of intense and thrilling emotion precipitated in my heart. This feeling is related to the country and the nation. I am like a toddler. In ignorance and panic, Mr. Yu Qiu and I were wrapped in the torrent of history and walked together on a long road. I only feel that my body and mind are separated, my mood is depressed, my soul is throbbing, and I have lost some so-called youthful heroism. And the whole heart is soaked in the yellow sand of Wan Li in the book, and then it returns to the immature beating of reality, giving birth to a trace of unwillingness and discomfort for no reason, and I have to sigh the profundity of my husband.
For Mr. Yu, this is a cultural journey, but for me, it is more than that, it is a feast-a feast about the feelings of home and country. You read between the lines, why do I even throb? After all, Mr Yu Qiu doesn't have much literary talent, but he has some plain taste. Here is a quote from Mr. Wang's book: "It is silent because of its depth." Undoubtedly, Mr. Wang's emotional expression of the literati historic site Pu Shu Town is intense, but there is a deeper existence crawling in it. What is this? It is not only the track of China's history and culture and the mentality of literati, but also the love for the motherland and the worship of Chinese culture, and the flow of national feelings! Although the silence is loud enough!
How many people only talk about "patriotism" in their articles? They only regard patriotism as a sublimation point of the article, but they don't understand that patriotism is a value that can't be abandoned and the core of the national spirit. Patriotism, with its distinctive epochal features, runs through the 5,000-year history of China. Therefore, in my opinion, the so-called "patriots" mentioned above are far less than Mr. Wang touching the blue bricks on that side and stepping on the already deserted ancient battlefield. Only in those places can you surrender to the heavy affection and national conditions endowed by history, and those hidden patriotic feelings, such as heavy bells, make people wake up and shock themselves.
This feeling of home and country reverberates in the color baptism of the Mogao Grottoes, wandering in the stormy waves of the pavilion ... A tiny detail constitutes the most vivid vitality of this book, not a slogan, but a tap, and that kind of rich emotion can't wait to break into the door and flood into my heart.
Close the book and look around this slightly narrow four-corner room, but I feel that I am completely at a node in this advancing country. My heart is open and full of identity with my motherland and my nation. Mr. Lu Xun said: "Only soul of china is valuable. Only by carrying it forward can China make real progress." Mr Yu Qiu's words are a wake-up call to further awaken my national soul. As a student, I can only contribute to the rejuvenation of China after hundreds of years with the feelings of not wasting my time and doing nothing.
Because I was lucky enough to open this book, I started with a relaxed heart and ended with heavy steps, feeling a lot. Only with my inner voice, I hope I can continue to bathe the historical scenery with Mr. Yu Qiu in my dreams at night.