Liang Sicheng said: For Chinese, with a courtyard of their own, the spirit can really have a landing.
Chinese has had a deep affection for the courtyard since ancient times.
Whether the ancients were above the temple or far away from the rivers and lakes, there was always a courtyard.
The forbidden land has its own strange stone garden, and the people who live in the mountains also have moss marks on the upper steps, and the grass color is in the curtain.
One yard carries a way of life, a world different from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Yu Dafu's "Four Seasons of Peiping" wrote:
Whether it is day or night, you only teach a rattan bed, move to the grape rack in the yard or in the shade of the vines to lie down, eat iced tea and snow lotus, listen to the blind man's drums and the cicadas on the trees, and feel no heat or fumigation at all.
Living in the busy city now, the quiet environment is difficult to find, the traffic is busy, a yard, is a place where you can rest and live.
For ordinary people's families, the place of residence is not to seek high and wide, but to be comfortable; the place of leisure does not need to be clever, only to be pleasing to the eye.
In this world, drinking a cup of tea, planting a grass, and listening to a rain in leisure time are the best comfort for life.
History of the South. Tao Hongjing Biography:
At the beginning of the Yongyuan Dynasty, three floors were built, the scenery was on top of it, the disciples lived in it, the guests went to the bottom, and the objects were cut off... I love the pine wind, the courtyard is planted with pine, smell it everywhere, and enjoy it happily.
Tao Hongjing abandons the crown as if abandoning the evil shoes, building in the mountains, not asking about the world, the courtyard is planted with pine trees, to listen to the pine wind for fun.
In the unity of heaven and man, the wind and clouds are light in the Chinese garden species, the flowers and fruits of the branches, the bamboo shadows in the corners of the walls, the potted plants on the case...
Although the small courtyard cannot completely avoid the noise of cars and horses like Tao Hongjing, in this square world, chickens and dogs can be heard barking, and hedges can be repaired to plant chrysanthemums.
In the Drunken Ancient Hall Sword Sweep, it is written:
Three-path bamboo room, rihua water, Guye guest's good birthday;
Under a window, the wind and rain are gentle, and the good scenery of the people is also quiet.
On weekdays, just push open the door, as if you have completely entered another space.
The verdant green plants isolate the rolling red dust outside the wall, no matter whether the sun is shining or the wind and rain are small, the heart is at ease here.
Song Dynasty poet Chen Zao's "Village Residence" poem Yun:
The books are small and the bed is deep at the beginning.
A wisp of sandalwood is speechless, sitting in the window idly watching the bamboo move yin.
In this corner of tranquility, you can taste, observe, lie down, lie down, take a nap privately, and meet guests.
The cup is held in the left hand, the book is held in the right hand, the book is wandering in the sea, and the sandalwood is tasted.
Bamboo shadow stone steps, life for decades, can build a small courtyard for themselves, is to steal a floating life.
Yuan Ming's "So Good Xuan": Yuan Zi is delicious, lustful, good to eat, good to travel, good to travel, good to be a good flower, bamboo spring stone, good Toi Zhang, famous calligraphy and painting, and good books.
The seeds of elegance, only when they grow in the soil of life, will let people harvest the steadfastness of the heart.
There is a room, no matter how big or small, a table, a chair, a book, a lamp, a person and a cup of tea, and there is a place to meditate and settle the soul in daily life.
Just so-called: a small courtyard, a few degrees of spring wind and several degrees of rain, three burrows, half a collection of chai rice and half a book.
Those who are surging in the realm of fame and fortune and do not know how to retreat will easily get this.
Yuan dynasty poet Wei Lizhong's "Hall Before The Joy":
Lazy cloud nest, lazy cloud nest in the guests come, accompany me to idle some wine stove tea pot, and stop the cup to listen to my songs. When you wake up, you sit in your clothes, and when you are drunk, you also lie down with your clothes, and when you come, you ask what is the heavenly cloud and the clouds?
No matter how big the world is, it is a courtyard, boiling tea in leisure time, being alone and Yanran; entertaining guests, confidants and confidants.
A yard, physically and mentally safe.