Take a nap in the Hemei Promenade, and the two paintings on the pillars are pleasing to the heart:
The first link is: "Water Clear Fish Reads the Moon, Mountain Quiet Bird Talks about the Heavens"; remember that this link is from Suzhou Shihu Yuzhuang Yang Lian, it is said that the late Qing Dynasty poet monk Eight Finger Tuo Jing'an poem "Water Clear Fish Chews the Moon, Mountain Quiet Bird Sleeps in the Clouds"; revise the number, so the cost of the union (Eight Finger Tou Tuo "Visiting the Elder of the Heart of Yu Wang": The line is not far away, and the valley has been ruined. Pine green is close to the ground, and the sound of the spring is more audible. The water clears the fish chewing the moon, and the mountain quiet birds sleep in the clouds. Under the lonely double forest, the smoke is long under the king. Anthropomorphically changed "chewing the moon" to "reading the moon", and "sleeping clouds" to "talking about the sky", which clearly set off the quiet, beautiful and feminine environment, and contained a strong book atmosphere.
Another link is: "The forest listens to the birds, and the deep valley sees the clouds flying." Shanglian should be initiated from the Song Dynasty's poems that "sit and smell the language of the birds, win and talk to the laymen" (Zeng Several "Smell the Sound of Birds have a Feeling": The lonely Zen room is closed, and the yin and yin are full of summer wood. Sit back and listen to the whispers of the birds, and win the words of the laymen. Shedding hakama high and low trees, lifting pots far and near the village. Ru Cao knows the bottom thing, and the rule of independence and sub-discipline. The lower link is roughly derived from the poem of the Yuan Dynasty Jie Daisi "Deep Valley Yan Yun Fei, Heavy Rock Flower Hair Time" (Yuan Jie Dai Si "Inscription Letter Shangren Chunlan Qiu Hui Two Songs · One": Deep Valley Yan Yun Fei, Heavy Rock Flower Hair Time. It is not because of the wood picker, it is known to outsiders. ）。
"Chirp, chirp", a few melodious yellow orioles sounded, interrupting my appreciation. "Chirp, chirp", not far away there were birds began to talk to it, and the yellow oriole that heard the response turned his head and combed his feathers, stretched out his neck, "Chirp, chirp", and began another round of joyful singing.
At this moment, the sound of birds is like a tide, and in the shade, there is no shadow of the birds, but the chirping of the birds is everywhere. The word "you" and the word "I" are sometimes clear, like laughter; sometimes whispering, as if telling a long story. Although I am not the chief of the gongye, I can guess that it is a happy exchange between the same kind. Birds are hospitable, "Ru Cao knows the bottom thing, and the rule of the son alone." The clear sound enters the ear, the yang is reflected, the heart is clear, and the person is quiet.
Birdsong rising and falling in the depths of the green leaves of the river makes a feeling of intimacy suddenly surge into the heart. Not long ago, I accidentally found a small bird commonly known as "locust wear" nesting among a cluster of thick red heather branches. At that time, the chicks had just come out of their shells, had no feathers, had not even opened their eyes, and were full of flesh. I suddenly had the idea of taking another look at this nest of birds. Quietly came to this red leaf heather bush, gently plucked the branches, stood on the high branch and sang happily, the couple who were "wearing in the locust", suddenly a chirping scream, fluttering a few chicks from the heather bush in front of me to the "parents", and then the parents sang and led the "children" to fly away.
The shade of the summer, the birds that fly, like a quiet and idyllic song word; in this, the tranquility and tranquility are relieved of everything...
"Desert paddy field flying egret, yin yin summer wood yellow oriole" (Tang Wang Wei's "Accumulation of Rain and Chuan Zhuangzuo"). The melodious chirping of birds echoes through every corner of the river. A bird chirps continuously, one louder than the other. As they barked, some of the birds began to blend in, chirping and singing non-stop, regardless of the tone set by the bird earlier.
"Birds whisper bamboo is dense, rain sounds lotus leaves fragrant" (Jin Pang Zhu", "Xi Xia"). In mid-air, in the trees, in the fields, by the streams, the birdsongs are high and low, left and right; or high-pitched, or light, or short, or swirling, or loud, or low; one sound after another, one after another. Each kind of bird has its own song stage, and the cheerful birdsong and the frog singing together with the river Mei are undoubtedly an auditory feast.
"Alone and pitiful, the grass is born on the side, and there are yellow orioles and deep trees singing" (Tang Weiyingwu's "Chuzhou Xijian")," is this the scene? Birdsong, let you let go of all your worries.
"Sit on the creek and look for flowers to walk around the temple." Birds are heard all the time, and everywhere is the sound of springs" (Tang Baijuyi's "Relic Love Temple"). Gentle and melodious birdsong, accompanied by the babbling of the stream, soaked with wildflowers, cloaked in the morning light, crossing the fields of Quemo, the artistic conception is like a fresh and beautiful line of poetry, gracefully fitting people and nature, regardless of each other. This refreshing, melodious bird song, this depressing music, moving the heart, stirring the heart, depicting Hemei into a graceful picture, attracting infinite summer reverie, making people feel relaxed.
"A hundred voices and a thousand voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are high and low. I know that the lock listens to the golden cage, and it is not as easy as the forest to cry" (Song Ouyang Xiu, "Thrush"). As long as you have time, stop the hurried footsteps, find a sunny morning after the rain, go to Hemei, sit in the shade, and listen to the quiet birdsong. In the clear summer wind, calm down, think of nothing, do not care about anything, the birdsong that turns thousands of times, with their own hearts, echoes arbitrarily, in the purple and red flowers, in the shade of the trees, appreciate the charm of bird song. Only then did I understand that hearing the thrush call locked in the golden cage before was far less than the free singing of birds in the leafy forest, which could resonate in the depths of the soul.
Along the way, "the fang trees are not flowers, and the spring mountains are empty birds all the way" (Tang Lihua's "Spring Trip Improvisation"). The birdsong is tinged with the familiar warm smell of childhood.
"Brilliant grass flowers, under the North Hall of Luo Sheng." The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit? The loving mother relies on the door, and the wanderer walks bitterly. The day of gan is sparse, and the day of sound is obstructed. Look up at the cloud forest, and listen to the words of the birds of wisdom" (Yuan Wang Mian "Mo Xuan Tu I"). Listen to the sound of birds, recall poetry: Xuancao flower is the mother flower of China, and The filial piety wang crown uses Xuancao flower to allude to the strong maternal love, although he forgets his worries, but his concern for the wanderer is his life. Looking up at the high woods and hearing the cries of parrots (birds of prey), I was ashamed not to be able to accompany my old mother.
This is really "guests to the real into the strike to welcome, gu yu birds have not forgotten their feelings" (Song Zhao Fan," "Signing the Judgment zhang read Zeng Wenqing Gong sat and heard the words of the birds and the words of the layman"). This rises and falls, crisp and melodious birdsong, overflowing with strong family affection, overflowing with a strong taste of nostalgia, overflowing with different feelings...
A pair of magpies between the tallest branches of the nesting poplar tree chirp and call for the chicks that are pecking and flapping their wings on the branches to learn to fly and feed; a pair of purple swallows sing and sing, and several chicks that have just come out of the nest, chirping, jumping and drumming wings around the "parents". The thick green leaves of the thick weeping willows, reflecting the clear and clear water of the bay, the birds fly in a straight line, curve or arc on the surface of the lush river, the calls are sometimes short, sometimes long, grunting, chirping, chirping, sizzling...
The dewdrops on the turquoise lotus leaves in the river, a wild duck that cries and rejoices, and from time to time shouts a few plush ducklets playing on the lotus leaves; and the egrets that forage in the shallow waters of the river make this early summer meaning more and more rich and fresh, rendering the water of a bay of silent creek so empty and clear.
Tired of walking, sitting in the shade, listening to the pleasant birdsong of "chirping and chirping", flipping through the "Book of Poetry" that I carried with me, on the yellowed page, I heard the clear song of the ancient bird: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Continent, The Lady of the River, the Gentleman is Good" ("Shi Jing Guan Ju"),a sunny teenager has a beautiful imagination in the "Guan Guan" and the song of the osprey in the middle of the river.
"The yellow bird is flying, gathered in the bushes, and its song is chirping" ("Shijing Ge Qin")," the kudzu grass that spreads over the mountains, the yellow oriole that sings beautifully, and a little daughter-in-law who is full of joy and looking forward to returning to her mother's house, all of this is so beautiful and harmonious.
"Yan Yan Yu Fei, Poor Pond Qiyu." The son of Yu Gui, far away in the wild. Looking at the Buddha, weeping like rain" (Poetry Sutra Yanyan). "Yan Yan Yu Fei", witnessing the separation of relatives when "weeping like rain", brothers and sisters have deep affection, relying on each other, lingering pity, ghosts and gods can cry.
"Wei Que has a nest, Wei Jiu dwells in it; the son Yu Gui, the hundred and two Imperial Palaces" ("Guofeng Magpie's Nest"),true conveys the liveliness of ancient wedding celebrations. The use of only the number of vehicles renders the grandeur of the marriage and the long aftertaste.
Of course, I also heard cranes in the depths of the swamp chirping in the sky: "Cranes sing nine gaos, and the sound is heard in the sky" ("Poetry Sutra Crane Ming") ...
These birdsong decorate the Chinese wilderness of 3,000 years ago with a flexible and charming.
Yes, one early one night in the Jurassic Period, an Archaeopteryx bird had a sudden whimsy, opened its throat and made an "ah" sound, and the "bird" song was born. Bird song shows the harmony between the mind and nature, and since then it has been integrated into the daily life of human beings, and the birds have an indissoluble relationship with our ancestors.
When our ancestors chanted "The Sun Rises." Day in and day out. Sink the well and drink. Plough the fields and eat. Dili is in me" (Ancient Yi poem "Kik Song"),there must be birdsong singing with it under the clear sky.
-Author-
Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, is a senior middle school teacher. Loves to write. Teaching papers, essays, paper cuts and other works have been scattered in many newspapers and online platforms. He has won many awards in the Essay contest and online literature competition.