Exhibition of works by Chinese writers 丨 Pu Genius
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Pu Tian cai Pen name: Maozhi, male, 72 years old, from the southern county of Sichuan Province, college culture, member of the Communist Party of China, loves literature and calligraphy. In recent years, he has often participated in national competitions, and his winning works have been published in "China Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting Network" and "China Prose Network". Pu Tiancai's works (poems) are exhibited in Today's Headlines and Beijing's Urban Headlines.
It's cold, it's autumn
Heavy snow for several consecutive days covered the Loess Plateau tightly, dressed in plain clothes and silver.
When the snowflakes stop, you can see houses, villages, branches, bubbling water, and a few cars squirming like ants in the mountains. Occasionally, I saw people in thick snow, wearing tall boots, moving, including themselves, of course. I tried desperately to find another life, looking around the snowfield, at a mountain bend, suddenly found, I quickly rolled down the car window, took this photo, named "Crow. snow. Old Trees" (Old Trees): The old trees on the mountain crows alarmed the silver flowers to fall all over the river; spread their wings and climbed the old building, and the snow in the sunrise pond was like a lotus. Photography location: On the road from Pingliang to the north of the Qinling Mountains.
Although I saw the sunrise, standing in the cold wind, it was still a cold wind, begging and shrinking, I quickly pulled the clasp of my clothes, pulled down the felt hat, my feet still kept beating, a pair of hands kept rubbing...
Another work was filmed at the Sword Pavilion on the south side of the Qinling Mountains, down the hill where you can walk down the green meadows with babbling water. It was a residential settlement, and the place where we were going to stop was our old friend, who exchanged phone calls on the way.
This is a quiet place, like a late autumn countryside, ripe mountains and forests, under the tired sun, and the wind is clinging to it. After the chills of my friends and I were attracted by a sweet sight 200 meters ahead, I picked up the camera and trotted, and I captured the scene: the breeze ripples crane flying, the old cow beach listening to the water. Borrow the tired sun to wash the wind and dust, and like to make MaoBai into Danqing. It was named "Sword Pavilion Shinbashi Autumn Day".
Old Tu looked around for me, and when he found me, I was lying on the old cow, the crane, the green grass, by the babbling water. He smiled and said, "Wow, this place is so good." What do you think? Play a little longer, have lunch and go. We went back to the yard together. After my friends heard Lao Tu say it, they all laughed and looked at me.
We didn't leave the place until 3pm. In the car, I kept thinking that my actions today should be to come out of the cold day, a kind of catharsis of expectation. Why wouldn't a bird in the snow want that? It's cold, it's autumn.
Think again, if you walk from the new bridge to the north side of Qinling, you have another emotion: snow arhat, sleigh... the fun of children, the dashing of the poet, in the snow that is flying.
Take a trip on the banks of the Qinhuai River
Nanjing is located on the south bank of the Yangtze River, Purple Mountain and Xuanwu Lake, is a natural treasure, the downtown area of Nanjing, are next to the Purple Mountain, surrounded by Xuanwu Lake. The poetic Qinhuai River flows through the city and joins the Yangtze River here. The Yangtze River did not come to Nanjing in vain, and the Qinhuai River joined.
I first went to the Purple Mountain and paid homage to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. The stone staircase of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, I counted at the time, but I can't remember clearly, there are many levels. Give you a kind of faith, a kind of piety, a kind of hope; that grandeur, needless to say, really admire the builder's surging expectations, and also acquiesce in congratulating the builders who gave instructions. The "three peoples" of this deceased person come in my love, and they are dialyzing the candlelight of the "lamp people's home", and the deceased rests in peace! China is on the rise.
I looked around the stone city of the "Six Dynasties Jinling" and more extended, the "Ten Dynasties Metropolis". If Chang'an is cold and beautiful, Beijing is orange and yellow, then Nanjing City has the feeling of Yin Hong, I walked in the moat, looked at the majestic, soul-like stone city and walked around, and then went to Xuanwu Lake.
Xuanwu Lake is on the side of the Presidential Palace, adjacent to Purple Mountain. There are several universities along the lakeside, the provincial government of Jiangsu Province, and the municipal government of Nanjing City are nearby.
Go to Xuanwu Lake, but there is a convenient travel path to Wuhan East Lake, I did not have more to browse the park in the beautiful colors, the enchantment between the flowers, the green on the lawn, directly to the boat to play. I was in a small wooden boat with a few young people in the flower season, and I was swimming with them. You listen to the familiar song of "Let's Swing the Oars", and the smiling faces, I think, they don't have so much psychological color, only the comfort of the sun. I suddenly understood something and sang with them, while clasping the strings of the boat with my hand. Willow brushed across the water, and a small boat came again.
In the evening, at the invitation of a friend, I went to the Confucius Temple. I have heard about the Confucius Temple, and the Confucius Temple is near the Qinhuai River. It is said that if you come to Nanjing without going to the Qinhuai River, and if you come to the Qinhuai River and don't go to the Confucius Temple, you will come to Nanjing in vain. It seems that the Confucius Temple is a place where people are lit up, just like the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuhan, the two intersections in Chongqing, and the Liberation Monument.
For the Qinhuai River, Zhu Ziqing made a meticulous description of the Qinhuai River in the sound and shadow of the paddle in the early morning. His gentle thoughts, as if drunk rather than drunk, as if confused, make you enter into the wonderful, comfort and warmth. Zhu Ziqing was infatuated with Qin Huaihe, he was a singer, but not others. I can only make a rough judgment, saying that Jinjiang can associate Chengdu, saying that the Yellow Crane Tower can associate with Wuhan, and saying that the Qinhuai River can be associated with Nanjing, which is the most considerate. In the eyes of a generation of literary masters, the Qinhuai River is a masterpiece. I would like to tell my friend that when I come to the Qinhuai River, it is best to read "The Qinhuai River in the Shadow of the Paddle Sound and Light" first, even if I don't come, it is also a kind of spiritual enjoyment.
In the evening, we arrived at the Confucius Temple, where our friends picked up the wind for us, and the restaurant with a unique Jiangnan flavor was in the back door of the Confucius Temple.
As I will tell you, this dinner party has opened our eyes and opened up the vision of catering culture. Unfortunately, I'm not a foodie, I can't find the appropriate words to describe, and the scenery on the table is only left with a sigh of applause. Cups, plates, plates, spoons, knives, chopsticks, and food utensils, and the service staff are full of chinese cultural etiquette.
Walking out of the Confucius Temple, it was already late at night. The crowds around the Confucius Temple are still bustling, and the neon of the street lamps shines in the colors. People are busy during the day, enjoying themselves at night, and the light of the lamp fulfills the desires of human nature. ＇
We still drove along the Qinhuai River before returning to our accommodation. But the ghostly lights left by the Qinhuai River and the eloquent narration from Zhu Ziqing accompanied me into a dreamland.
The next afternoon I went to Mochou Lake Park, which is also on the banks of the Qinhuai River. In fact, along the Qinhuai River, there are several parks to go. It is worth recalling that the Yanglian of Mochou Lake Park is like the Yellow Crane Tower, full of splendor and words. One of them is longer than the yellow crane tower, and I can't remember it clearly, which means that the Jinling of the Six Dynasties is difficult to survive, and a pool of clear water can be learned. But I can write down that pair of links. The upper link is: people believe in their words, I am worried, think carefully, and the wind blows a pool of autumn water; the lower link is: victory is gratifying, defeat can also be happy, how to end, the waves exhaust the heroes of eternity. I didn't read any more, but I was leisurely in the middle of the lake. An unexpected thing attracted me to the past, in the tea pavilion, an old man was admiring the rain and flowers with many people, talking about heaven and earth, talking about xingzheng. I walked over and stood at the table, and after standing for a moment, I had an idea, because I had a Three Gorges Stone in the mountain town, and I had brought it with me. This Three Gorges Stone is not large, and the original Aijia has a few whiskers and two eyebrows on it, much like an old man. I took out the stone and showed it to the old man. When he looked at it, he stared at it, and even proposed to change a rain flower stone and let me choose, which was exactly in my arms, and immediately made a deal.
The old man smiled and said to me: The strange stones in the Sichuan Mountain Gorge have taste and simplicity. He apparently learned from my conversation that I was from Sichuan.
I also laughed and said: The colorful rain and flower stones, the pearlescent treasure is a blessing!
He said: No, the two stone canopy is the glory of the mountains and rivers. It's really a cultural old man. The old man's amazing words made me say thank you directly. I kept the old man's words in mind.
In the evening, I came to the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge. In the brilliant lights, the north-south cars, like the water of the Yangtze River, go to catch up with time. The Yangtze River does not stop day and night, and when I first arrived in Nanjing, I was going to Zhenjiang and Shanghai. I stared at the yangtze river.
Night sky
Under the night sky, it can most arouse thoughts. No wonder, in the ink left by the ancients, it can be said that the volume is voluminous. My favorite is the three scenes of the night sky.
One scene is Cao Cao's "Guan Huan Hai": east of jieshi, to guancang sea, water and water, mountains and islands, trees, grasses. The autumn wind is cold, and the flood waves are rising. The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it, the stars are brilliant, if it is out of it. Luckily, even Ya, the song is sung in Yongzhi. I don't know, was Cao Cao riding a horse at that time? If you are riding a horse, it is also a horse that stops at its feet and has a blank heart. More than a thousand years later, Mao Zedong came to the Exhausting Stone Mountain and wrote down the sand and sand. Beidaihe": Heavy rain falls on the swallows, white waves soaring in the sky, fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao, a vast ocean is not seen, who do you know to go? In the past, wei Wu waved his whip, and there was a posthumous chapter on the east side of jieshi. The autumn wind is now again, changing the human world. Mao Zedong came here in 1954. The words say that Cao Cao was riding a horse and wielding a whip. How beautiful that picture is. With admiration for great people, in 1995, I traveled to Beidaihe, did not go to exhaust the stone mountain, and stayed on the coast of Beidaihe. A person who has lived in the mountains for many years, fortunately, is close to the sea, the sea and the sky are vast, and the waves are blue. The waves in the tide, the play on the beach, all made me intoxicated and deeply relieved. Isn't it the field of vision? I am ashamed of myself: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are heavens outside the sky. Here, it is the vision of this shore and the other shore. Remembering the revelation of Mr. Feng Youlan saying that Confucius lived near the sea and did not often go to the sea, I reflected on the first two people, facing the great shore of the sea, consciously turning their backs on the sea and cowering in shame.
At night, I came to the beach again. Gaze at the shore, see the water sky and the stars connected, the foot of the exhausted stone mountain in the sound of the waves, such as the moonlight, the beach tourists, have not yet returned at night. I am reminded of the years of "sunrise and rest." Face to loess, back to the sky" picture of mountain life. But here there is the palm world, the enlightenment between Xuan Yu's eyebrows. ”
The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it, the stars are brilliant, if out of it "how free."
The second scene is Su Dongpo's brush water tune song head. When is the bright moon?" Ask the wine to qingtian. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go home by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high places are cold. Dancing to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the human world.
Dancing in the moonlight, asking oneself in the moonlight, drinking wine in the moonlight, praying in the moonlight, but may people be long-lasting, and thousands of miles together. I think of the lantern festival held by the mountain villagers in the winter, and the lantern festival held for many years, there is a vision for the coming year, and the beauty of life. At the Zigong Lantern Festival in southern Sichuan, you can see how the fellows pray and humor in the human world. I attended a lantern festival in Zigong City, and I went to Chengdu on a special trip. Look at the lights of the mountains, the tide of people, walking through the sea of lights, catching with your eyes, accompanied by passion, celebrating the solidity of today, and looking forward to the auspiciousness of the coming day. When I walked out of the lantern festival, I looked up at the starry sky and wrote down the scene of Chuannan Mountain Township: Quietly ask the mountain moon, which light is the light? The sea of lights is even a sea of stars, and the dragons (Zigong) are in the sky. Su Dongpo's hometown is in Meishan, not far from Zigong, and I am afraid that this is also his vision.
The third scene is Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon": a pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without blind dates, raising a glass to invite Mingyue, drinking into three people. There are many interpretations of this poem, and I prefer to interpret it like this: Although Li Bai has many disappointments, he is an optimistic and romantic person after all, what grievances can not be solved, what sorrows can not be solved? I took this pot of wine to the flowers and invited Mingyue, and I and Mingyue could also masturbate with wine. I would rather see Li Bai's drinking as a reproduction of childlike fun. Read many of Li Bai's catchy poems and experience his unbridled penmanship. I would like to experience this dashing poet in this way. One day, I came to the Qingshen Zhongyan Temple with two other friends to play, and when I walked out of the Zhongyan Temple, it was already night. We were on the banks of the Minjiang River, drinking and enjoying ourselves. The riverside restaurant is on the bank of the Minjiang River, putting the wine in the wind, looking up at the night sky, looking at the river sky, and feeling comfortable. In the Qin wine, we also talked about Li Bai, and Lao Wu said: Call Li Bai here. I said: There is Li Bai in the wine. Lao Huang said: You see, one me in the water, the next me in the moon, plus the moon, has become four people, cheers! The three of us raised a glass together.
On the way back to the county seat, I wrote down the scene of the Rock Temple:
Zhongyan Yu xiu min water is wide, and the eastern slope is windy and windless. The valley is sung by land, and the smoke and clouds in the middle of the mountain are a river and a moon.
Nakaganji Temple is a great place to visit and is a place where celebrities travel.