In the depths of the poem, taste the bustling beauty
I like the sentence of "Jiangshan Rain" the most: "Before the beginning of the month, the mountains are clear and cold, and the sound of geese is far down in the blue clouds." "In the ancient Chinese poetry, the hazy scenery is intoxicating.
"Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost." The crab leaves are plated with silver moonlight, condensed with a slightly cold frost, and the beauty of late autumn is faintly revealed from the morning dew. On the banks of the Weishui River, a large area of nascent reeds is lush and green, the morning dew condenses into frost on the slender leaves of the reeds, the cold dew dots the countryside, the mist covers the water, and the banks of the Weihe River gradually stretch out the reeds and hagi flowers, the water color is vast, and my heart also follows the poetry romance.
"The mountain is good day and night, and the birds are returning." The sound of the birds' wings flapping the breeze stirred the wanderer's homesick heart. The quiet Qinling Mountains are filled with fresh breath, and the autumn chrysanthemum in the hand conveys a quiet tranquility.
Tang poems have the famous sentence "Frost leaves are red in February flowers". The autumn leaves of the mountain must have been smudged with crimson on the side of the teenager's cheeks, and they must have been coated with bloody remnants of the sun. "The autumn leaves are the most affectionate, and a dance sends lovesickness." Pick up the fallen leaves, and the smell and temperature of the sun still remain between the veins. The change from the red flowers in March to the autumn leaves in September is a witness to the gradual maturity of the wind and frost.
"Before the beginning of the month, the mountains are clear and cold, and the sound of geese is far down in the blue clouds." This is the scenery that needs to be cherished in the heart. The moon color is spread among the mountains and forests, it is cyan, it is the color of daisy, it is the color of the frost in early winter. The sound of geese swept across the night sky until the ears of the blue clouds in the sky, scattered with the stars on the mountains and rivers.
The eyes can accommodate the sea of stars, and the chest is naturally bold and open-minded.
An ancient poem, a grand scene, I traveled through the famous mountains and rivers in the ancient poems, appreciated the beauty of the Baoji landscape, from the poet through thousands of prosperous words written between the lines, I tasted the free and free, but also felt the waves.
I will remember the most beautiful scenery in the depths of poetry, and I will also start a spiritual journey with longing, through the sunlight shining in through the gap between the red maples, and feel the light of wisdom for a thousand years.
(Zhang Yuhan)
Photo: Row Photo Baoji (Photo)
Editor: Yao Ting
Review: Han Zhengqiang