Look at the smile of the spring mountain
Li Li
When I found that the Tang dynasty made poetry, I liked to use the word "spring" to enter the poem. From Li Bai's "Temporary Companion Moon Will Shadow, Happy Whiskers and Spring." ("Drinking Alone Under the Moon") to Du Fu's "Hundred GrassEs Compete for Spring, Li Chun should win the most." ("Li Chun"), from Meng Haoran "The sunset is good, and the spring color is good." ("Xiangyang Gongzhai Drink") to Wang Wei "people idle osmanthus flowers fall, night quiet spring mountain sky." In Tang poetry, "spring color", "spring light", "spring scenery", "spring wind", "spring rain" and even "spring love" are all used enthusiastically as beautiful words. Why are the Tang people so intoxicated with spring? I think this is directly related to the optimistic and open-minded mentality of the Tang Dynasty. Like the Tang Dynasty, a dynasty with a fairer and more reasonable system and policy, optimism and open-mindedness will be the general mentality of the people, so the Tang people have discovered the nature of the landscape outwards, and found their own affection inward, they always choose the moment when the spring is bright and the grass is long and the warblers fly, singing the happiness of life, and the breath of spring is surging in every pore and fiber of their body and mind. And in those chaotic worlds of decline, even if the eyes are spring and Jingming, birds and flowers, people often have a good mood, depression, resentment, sadness, lonely autumn and winter are more in line with the state of mind, sparse branches and flowers, cold birds lonely Hong, fang for the chaotic world confidant.
The nature in the artist's work is the product of the unified combination of the scenery of the objective world and the emotion of the subjective world. As the landscape painter Guo Xi said in the "Landscape training": "The smoke of the true landscape is different at four times: the spring mountains are like laughter, the summer mountains are green and like drops, the autumn mountains are clear and like makeup, and the winter mountains are bleak and sleepy." "Why is the spring mountain like laughter, the summer mountain like drops, the autumn mountain like makeup, and the winter mountain like sleep?" In fact, it is people who push their emotions to the nature of the gradual change of things, and push them to the grass and trees. Because of what people think and remember, what they think, the grass and trees around them, and the landscapes in the distance, they are willing to be this bell that conveys love and thoughts. Man's mind naturally echoes in the four hours of nature. It was "with the heart of Lin Quan" that the painter heard Chun Shan's idyllic smile. This is the echo of the mind with the four hours, and the rhythm of life echoes the rhythm of the universe.
It is also the mid-spring season, it is the time when the spring is bright and the spring scenery is bustling, the spring wind is three thousand miles a night, the spring flowers are spring willows, the spring grass is spring rain, the spring mountains and spring water, and the spring is thick. Tonight, I miss the heavy spring mountains at the end of Pingwu, miss the wonderful scenery of spring mountains, and I really want to fully immerse my body and mind in the atmosphere of spring mountains.
Looking at the Spring Mountain from a distance, at the end of the plain full of grass and trees, there are rolling mountains, which are beautiful in the clear spring light, swaying in the blue air, the clouds are thick, the forest valleys are valleys, and the clouds and smoke are ethereal. If you enter the Spring Mountain, walk deeper into the Spring Mountain, there are verdant new branches and green leaves, there are wild mountain flowers that beckon in the wind, there are birds singing in the flowers, and the rushing stream. The green path is hidden by the terraces, and the bells are melodious in the depths of the clouds. Holding up the mountain spring, the shadow of the sun flickered in the hand; stroking the branches, the aroma permeated the clothes. If you linger in the spring mountains, unconsciously, the sunset falls and the moon rises. It will enter the artistic conception depicted by Wang Wei in "Birdsong stream": the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky, suddenly "the moon rises to frighten the mountain birds", suddenly awakens the ethereal world, in the spring stream, the crisp birdsong sounds, and the sound of the birds goes up and down. Whether the empty mountain is empty or not, whether people are lonely or not lonely, cannot be said clearly, and there is no need to clarify. There is truth in this, to discern what has been forgotten.
I experience the "laughter of the spring mountain", which is between the mountains and stones, above the trees, the snow melts, the sun is steaming, the mountains float between the light and pleasant cloud smoke, at first and suddenly separated, or gathered or scattered, fluttering between the jungle valleys; the earth recovers, the grass and trees branch, the buds and leaves are born, in the warm spring sun, everything carries all the life potential of a season, revealing, blooming, stretching, changing... Only by immersing the body and mind into the atmosphere of the Spring Mountain, not letting the heart be closed, can we be infected by the atmosphere in it, can we appreciate that the Spring Mountain smiles so sweetly, so deeply, so crisp and rounded: everything is full of flowers, the mountains are green, the smoke melts and the rain is moist, the spring water is babbling, watching the stream flowing in the mountain stream, like a string of beads and jade, large beads and small beads, shining with light, bursting out of innocence, isn't it a smile of flowers, shining between the shell teeth in spring?
It was spring time, but on this spring day when it was necessary not to leave the city, I was trapped in the bucket room and could not hike. In the depths of that distant mountain, there are only "fang trees that no one flowers fall by themselves, and the birds cry all the way to the spring mountain", no one reads books and listens to the babbling, and no one sits on the rocks to watch the mountains pick up the falling flowers. The spring mountains in the distance, accompanied by the light blue of the sky. The grass and trees are growing, the spring clouds are out, and the spring mountains are waiting for us in the depths of spring, white and empty, waiting for another spring.
Twilight clouds spread over the distant mountains, the crescent moon bends, and the stream in the depths of the Spring Mountains rises several times. Tonight, there is another spring rain on the spring mountain, after the spring rain, the spring flowers bloom, the spring flowers move, the whole mountain will be so bright spring light, "when the mountain flowers are full, she laughs in the bushes." And trapped in the bucket room, I can only look at the Spring Mountain in the distance, write these words, and share with you the fall of a drop of rain, the bloom of a flower, and the light and darkness and longing of a soul.