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Chasing dreams
Li Zhumei
One
She calls herself "Blue Butterfly". She withdrew from the sacred temple of the pyramid, and the iron rice bowl was left behind on the three-foot podium. The in-laws promised by her mother were betrayed by her, but she was hungry and thirsty for the poems that Tang Shi had left behind. She firmly believes that there is a golden house in the poem, and there is a ruyi lang in the poem!
Carrying poetry and distant places, in order to follow the lover in her dreams, she broke away from the pleading eyes of her parents and neighbors, swallowed homesickness and tears, and carried the danger alone. Not afraid of the terrifying waves, meaningless tigers, leopards and jackals. With hunger and thirst and anticipation, she set out from the poet's ancestral home and began to wander endlessly, wandering...
Two
Trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers, through the tunnel of time and space, the blue butterfly flew to The Great Tang in Zizhou. On the banks of the FuJiang River, she heard the sadness of the tears of "Feelings of Encounter" and the "side people tucaolai"; in Liushutuo, she smelled the poetry of "Shehong Chun wine is still green" in the wine glass of the Ministry of Works; in the ancient town of Qingdi, the holy monks even saved their mothers from hell, and the Sanskrit sound of "hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha" swirled in her ears; in the Longfeng Gorge, the dinosaurs of hundreds of millions of years ago stood on the silicified wood and danced their claws to her, but she was not afraid, and marveled at "the scenery is good on this side"; sitting alone on the mountain, she saw the relics enter the Zen room of the Hui Shangren cultivator, "Zen residence senses change, Sitting alone and opening the Xuan screen", but "the dust and worry have not been rectified", how noble the feelings of worrying about the country and the people are! In an instant, the Arazuka blurred her tearful eyes: Where are you, my poetic idol?
On the banks of the Fu River, on the banks of the Golden Lake, the ancient country where the poet was playing as a child, Shanshui Tangcheng, seduced her to linger. Iron water and fire dragon to welcome the New Year, car lights and lion dance Lantern Festival, poetry wine shooting hong waiting for you, clear water and blue sky prosperous taiping. Everything is so fresh, so lively, so poetic and magnificent.
Playful, curious, oblivious, and inadvertently, she lost the bag she carried with her, which contained not only daily necessities, but also bank cards and all her documents.
What to do? What to do? Thousands of miles away, illiterate, where is the belonging? Why be hungry? In the land of poetry and wine, she wandered on her feet, full of sorrow.
Three
Following the footsteps of Taoists and believers, through the City God Street, across the 100-foot bridge, the proud and independent, noble and gorgeous Jinhua Mountain stands in front of you.
The green pine that has insisted on a thousand years has opened its heart to welcome distinguished guests, and the white crane waiting for the millennium has opened its wings and shouted: Butterfly girl, the poetic lover has waited for you for more than 1,300 years!
The Pavilion of Feelings conveys the sorrow and indignation of the heavens and the earth, the stinky stone bears the insults of the ancient and modern people, and the Bodhi Tree tells the grievances in his heart for Chen Ziang.
"Feeling the time to repay the country, drawing the sword and raising the artemisia, Xi Chi Ding Zero Plug, and going north to Shan Yutai." What is the sin of a poet full of patriotic feelings? The poet galloped on the battlefield with all his blood!
The reading table opened the poetry scroll held by Chen Ziang, the sage opened the feelings of thousand-year-old expectation, 365 lines of poetry resounded through the echoes of the pilgrims, and the sound of reading resounded in the heavens...
"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see those who come after me, and I read the heavens and the earth slowly, and I drool alone."
Chen Ziang was full of national aspirations, starting from Jinhua Mountain and going down the Fu River, all the way to the east, the Chin Gorge, through Jingmen, to Xiangyang, north to Luoyang Chang'an, west to the Hexi Corridor, northeast to Youzhou and Jimen Biansai... His magnificent footprints have left us with magnificent poems...
In front of the icon, the girl worshipped reverently, forgetting herself, forgetting time and space, forgetting the dust. In the haze, a tall and handsome young man walked towards her with a huge pen, followed by Zhang Jiuling, Li Bai, Du Fu, Li Shangyin... There are also many literary and artistic youth in Zizhou...
The muse's footsteps were getting closer, but she was so far away.
The girl woke up from the dream, stood up, turned her head, and a tall, burly young man kindly held her shoulder: Hungry, I will take you to eat a bowl of noodles.
Four
Time and Moon Elder took her to the foot of Wudong Mountain, the girl was no longer wandering, she set up camp in the place where Chen Ziang was born, worked hard, and lived and multiplied.
She listened to Du Fu's praise at the Sixian Bridge: "Talented and virtuous, philosophers are not comparable." After the public was born and raised the horse, the name hung with the sun and the moon... In the end, he was loyal and righteous, and felt that there was a posthumous editor. ”
She missed her ancestors, devoured the "Feelings" poem of her dream lover, imitated the ancients, and fulfilled the wish of the "comer" of the dream.
She picked up a lamp at the foot of Tianbao Mountain and read at night: "Lan Ruosheng Spring and Summer, Qian Wei He Qingqing!" The lonely sky is forest-colored, and the vermilion is full of purple stems. ”
She looked up at the white clouds in front of the running horse flat: "White clouds in ordinary life, tired and ashamed of the male... What will the lone sword do? Long ballads plug in the wind. ”
She integrated herself into the literary societies named after poets in Zi Ang's hometown, singing the poem "Feelings" and studying the "Repair of Bamboo". Step by step, step by step.
Dream-chasing butterflies became poets, and news of published works and award certificates from all over the country flew to her like snowflakes.
Five
History turns a new page. Revitalize the countryside, boost the "Tianfu Tourist County", build the "Two Rivers Gallery", and connect the Luohu Peninsula and Longbao Mountain (Duzao Mountain) into a line. Sitting alone under the mountain to hide the loyal soul, zi ang soul returned to the Wen Sect Garden.
With admiration for the sages, the girl came to the poetic and picturesque two rivers to find the traces of the sages and contribute to the promotion of traditional Chinese studies.
Crossing the long river of history, Emperor Wenzong of the Tang Dynasty came to her again.
She saw that Tianxian had shot the arrow that Zi Tong flew into the Fu River and was named "Zi Jiang". She heard that the Zi River was rushing and rehabilitating Chen Ziang with a roaring voice.
Shehong people comfort the heroic spirit of the sages, Yang Ziang's righteousness, raised financial resources to build the Liangjiang Gallery, invited generations of literary friends to accompany Zi Ang to enjoy the scenery and poetry chat and play, Zi Ang has not been lonely ever since.
The most beautiful rural road bypasses the Luohu Peninsula and strings the "Chen Ancestral Hall", "JiafengGuan", "Feeling Encounter Xuan" and "Zijiang Old Wharf" in one line.
At the confluence of Fuzi, the deserted beach becomes a sea of flowers, and the sea becomes a mulberry field. Next to Liuyin Avenue, yingge and swallow dance, colorful butterflies fly, and more statues come alive: Chen Ziang, Li Bai, Du Fu, Jia Dao, Yang Shen, Zhang Chuanshan... Poets of all generations have come here to gather on the waves of the Fujiang River, three groups, five piles, to explore the inheritance, innovation and development of poetry.
Entering the "Poetry Square", suddenly, a two-entry courtyard with a north-facing south imitation Tang style wooden structure stands in front of the Zi'ang Cemetery. The girl's heart beat faster, and the muse's lover reappeared.
She greeted him affectionately and followed him into the "Bo YuXuan", into the "Tang Yin Hall", and into the "Hall of Criticism". Emperor Wenzong of Hainei unfolded the scrolls and took the girl to more than thirteen hundred years ago. The girl recited aloud the three-dimensional scroll "The Biography of Chen Ziang": In literature and politics, she opened up the Tang dynasty style, advised the government and advocated honesty, sang through the ages, and felt the last chapter. In that realistic digital creative video space, the girl immersed herself in the experience and read The feats of Chen Ziang's poetry innovation returned in the long river of history.
She immersed herself in listening to celebrities in Wenzong Hall, talking with poets, studying hard, creating meticulously, and colliding with a persistent poetic heart and a poetic lover to create a spark of love, and finally gave birth to one trophy after another.
Dream Butterfly Dreams Come True! She became a true poet in Zi Ang's hometown. The girl held the trophy in her hand and walked to the "Zhuangyuan Pagoda": there were ancients before and those who came later, and the land of poetry and wine is welcoming the arrival of the great beauty and the flood.
About the Author
Li Zhumei, female, is a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, vice president and secretary general of Chen Ziang Literary Society. Essays, stories, reportage, micro-film scripts and other works have been published in publications at all levels. He is the author of the poetry and prose collection "Traces of Time", the long-form documentary literature "For Mother", and the micro-films "Watchman" and "On the Road" have been exhibited and awarded online.