Text/Qin Lu Xiao
"The Book of Verses is like a flower on the other side, even if it cannot be picked, it has always survived in the heart." Ann said.
The waves of love affairs are vast, and people are coming. Follow the long river of history, dating back to that ancient era. I know that retrospective is ultimately a delusion. Those days have flown away from me, and those stories and memories have gone forever, and all kinds of admiration are in vain. After all, they are only memorable and unapproachable.
However, in the past, the still water flowed deeply, and it really made my heart yearn for it. Therefore, in the elegant atmosphere of the Book of Poetry, I searched for the gorgeous remnants of that year.
Three thousand years ago, on the riverbank, between the jagged vegetables, among the Guanguan juju doves, a sentence "Lady, gentleman is good" sang a song that has been in the heart of a gentleman for a long time. A sentence of eight words is not hidden, the light is bright, but it exudes what is in the heart. In the mist of history, the shadows in the distance are faint, and only a burst of water vapor and timeless and elegant singing are heard, and the sound is gripping. It turns out that on the water side is also a kind of beauty. The most primitive folk voice, just like the "Guan Ju" in the "Book of Poetry", is a concise and concise text, with heartfelt words, long afterglow, and a cracked sound, giving future generations a sense of beauty, allowing future generations to indulge in it, and giving birth to infinite imagination.
Crossing the river, we are close to happiness, and we begin to harbor cold pleasure in our hearts. Acacia is the burning eternal light that sprouts in the long and uncertain and falls on the curled ears of the basket. Three thousand years ago, standing next to a small curled ear, his expression was sad and elegant, but he made a water-like tenderness pass through the diffuse red dust and go straight into people's hearts. "Picking rolled ears, not surplus baskets" will spread the full of humor to the distance; "Willow Yiyi, rain and snow" Weak water three thousand enemies can not roll ears. When the prosperity is over, the heart of Sifu slowly stretches out its innocent bones and bones in the pond of silt and blooms with eternal joy. It turns out that the rolled ear is no longer a roll ear, but a cavity of long-term contemplation and envy of happiness. In the Book of Verses, I sensed the ineffable attraction and inner echo between people.
Watching is the tempering given by the years, which spreads in the light of the dawn, making the feelings in the green years more beautiful and longer. The women in the Book of Verses, all their obsessions, are used to look forward to the good news. It is a covenant with the king, the wind and rain do not change, "the wind and rain are miserable, the chicken is chirping." Make a vow to keep watch over each other. The oath is a powerful hint of fate, entrenched in the heart, guiding the infatuated person, to watch the feelings that must be watched. "Seeing the gentleman, Yun Hu is not happy", not afraid of watching, because there is a longing, meet you, I will not be sad, you still came after all, in order to go to the agreement, step on the rain, the green shirt is slightly wet. I can understand the woman's delight in the Book of Verses, just as I have been watching over a poem that is sparsely written and thorough, and there is an appointment to meet. After the rendezvous, after the oath, it is "holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son." Happiness is seen around the corner, and just because of the persistence of the heart, everything is elegant, including melancholy.
Filled with the breath of antiquity and filled with elegant happiness, holding a copy of the Book of Poetry between a cup of tea. In the world, the spring and autumn period, the sun rises and the moon sinks, but the streamer transformation is constantly cut into the deep nostalgia of the soul, and whenever I think of it, there is a comfortable fit.
A few short lines of poetry, but can enjoy the influence of ancient culture, a joy and a sorrow in my heart, a smile in my face, a breath in the mountain wind, a fall in the rain and snow, all through the history of these three thousand years fell on my fingertips and hearts. After this rich spiritual journey, pity, joy, darkness, brilliance, anything that blooms in life, there is a rich heart, and only by circling in it can we know that life is not floating above the floating clouds.
Holding an ink roll, he bowed his head and sang shallowly. With the elegance of poetry to seek, with the deep silence of the scriptures to care, it may be a past life, may be the past life of the past life, our spiritual heritage once sounded together, the soft song that was sung together.
The "Book of Poetry" is the guizi of the dark fragrance of late autumn; the "Book of Poetry" is also an autumn water that is so quiet that it can include the blue sky and white clouds; the "Book of Poetry" is the most dusty innocent memory on the wall of the heart. In that innocent memory, there are still gentle ripples in the dream.
In 2012