Under the eastern fence of the chrysanthemum, you can leisurely see the South Mountain

"Sun and Moon in the Mountains" | text: The years are silent

"Under the eastern fence of the chrysanthemum, leisurely see the South Mountain""

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I've always thought that mountains have peaks. Those who have peaks are mountains, and those without peaks are hills and mausoleums. The mountain with peaks has a domineering spirit, a kind of amazing height, which makes people look up involuntarily. The peakless ones undulate too slowly, like an overly soothing piece of music, almost hypnotic, making people unable to lift their spirits. Later, by chance, I found that the mountain is not high or low, whether there is a peak or not, but a noble place in the feelings of people.

Different mountains live in different feelings.

"Under the eastern fence of picking chrysanthemums, leisurely see the South Mountain." Nanshan, must not be very high, he should not have abrupt strange rocks, majestic dangerous peaks, on the contrary, should be undulating and soothing, soothing people's hearts are quiet and indifferent. Perhaps, there are also some ancient pines, which are like solemn notes, making that tranquility and indifference seem more profound. In the eyes of the poet, Nanshan is as kind as his old friend, although the cold and summer come and go, they also stay together day and night, and never abandon it. Ju and Nanshan echo in the poet's indifferent feelings, and for thousands of years, the poet's casual chant has become a witness to this echo. Therefore, for thousands of years, the poet has passed away, but Nanshan is still alive, living in the poet's poetry, living in the indifferent feelings of generation after generation. Nanshan is no longer a mountain, but a feeling.

"The moon comes out of the east mountain, hovering between the bulls", here, under the night, in the clear light of the moonlight, the east mountain should be more clear than the south mountain. Dongshan should be higher than Tao Yuanming's Nanshan, and there may be some handsome peaks, but there is no aggressive momentum. The Dongpo resident may be more prosperous because of these handsome peaks. The clarity of the Eastern Mountains is also because of the great river that shines with clear waves under the moon. Dongshan is moistened by this clear river and embraced by the poet's broad mind, so Dongshan adds a sense of elegance to the Dongpo residents.

Dongshan should have come to the river earlier than the poet, but at that time, Dongshan was only Dongshan, the river was only the river, and the moon was only the moon, because on that night when there was a moon, Dongpo came, with the feeling of tuna all things, with the vicissitudes and openness of the world, and saw them, so they became poems of eternity, and became the epitome of Dongpo Tuna's feelings of all things.

Perhaps, the mountain is spiritual. The mountain is the best at listening. As the sun and the moon passed, history heard perseverance, and the mountain heard not only perseverance, but also the hardships of perseverance.

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Under the South Mountain, not only the chrysanthemums that warm the South Mountain are planted, but also the bean seedlings that are not as strong as the grass. The poet got up early in the morning and came to the foot of the South Mountain, and sorted out the weeds in the barren fields, revealing the sparse bean seedlings. In fact, in the poet's heart, the same contest is being done! Pluck out the worldly grass of the heart and plant the true nature of the great simplicity. But that comes at a cost. In the cold moonlight, the tired figure of the lotus hoe was thrown into the arms of Nanshan; when the scoop was empty, the sound of hunger dissipated in the cold or warm wind blowing from Nanshan.

In that era, he was a lonely moon. There was nothing to rely on in the empty sky, even the South Mountain that hurt him could not give comfort, he hung too high, and no one could reach the high era. So he was destined to be lonely and to struggle. This is the heaviest and most unbearable price to pay for perseverance. "Wanting to say nothing more, wave your cup to persuade lone shadow." The sun and the moon throw people away, and there is no ambition to get rid of it.

Remembering this with sorrow, I can't be quiet in the end. There is nothing more desperate than a lonely soul that has no one to respond to, and the one who wields the cup is Tao Yuanming, who is pursuing authenticity, and is comforting the worldly Tao Yuanming. The lonely sigh under the lone lamp did not stop until the end of the wine, and I am afraid that only Nanshan could hear it most truly.

However, the struggle to struggle, in the end is still the charm of Nanshan, "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan", only this sentence, it shows Tao Yuanming's happiness of finally placing his soul in Nanshan.

Was it the wind of Nanshan that blew the fragrance of chrysanthemums to Dongshan, or did it blow Tao Yuanming's sigh of final dawn to Dongshan? The man who took the name Su Dongpo because he opened up the land on the eastern slope also had a similar spiritual journey. When the emperor's derogatory book was finished, the fate of this Su scholar was destined to be entangled with Dongshan in Huangzhou. Since then, Dongshan has had the privilege of witnessing the vastness of Dongpo, and even more witnessed his arrogance.

Picking all the cold branches refuses to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

On a late autumn night, a cold moon hangs over the sparse trees. The leaks have been broken, and the quiet-minded have gone to sleep. Only a figure like a lonely hung was still hovering under the cold moon. Who heard the thunderous hatred in his heart? Who witnessed his arrogance and integrity in choosing all the cold branches and refusing to follow? Who touched the cold dew-chilling loneliness on the sandbar? In addition to the cold moon, it is Dongshan. Dongshan must have heard dongpo's lonely and heavy sigh that night. Isn't this a struggle, or is it not a hardship to persevere? However, we are still glad that the suffering of the past has fulfilled our eastern slope and fulfilled a kind of openness that has been throughout the ages.

Tonight there is no moon, and the spring snow has not melted. Although the night is deep, I still want to stand at the foot of the South Mountain or the East Mountain, and with them, listen to the sighs of the great or humble souls, listen to the flow of the sun and the moon, and listen to the feelings that have been drifted and drifted by the sun and the moon.

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Pseudonym: Years silent. Words are always the best way to precipitate thoughts in the hustle and bustle of life. Immerse yourself in it, and only then do you know that this is the madness.

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