"Lan Ruosheng spring and summer, sheep Wei He Qingqing!"
Lonely and empty forest color, vermilion rui purple stems.
Late day and night, the autumn wind is born.
The years are shaking down, and the meaning is not so great! ”
In autumn, the weather is refreshing, and reading poetry is also refreshing.
Chen Ziang's "Feelings" describes from the birth of spring to the harvest of golden autumn.
"Lan Ruosheng spring and summer, Yang Wei He Qingqing!"
Taking advantage of the eleventh, I went to climb the mountain. Climbing to the middle of the mountainside, I thought of Wang Wei's poem, and I also wanted to learn to compose a poem, but I couldn't think of half a word, and then the scenery in the poem saw a lot, what "white stone out", what "looking back", to either the real white stone out, or the stream is not so urgent, the stone at the bottom of the river is clear, touch the ice, very comfortable. As for looking back, it is not a white cloud, but a rugged mountain road looking back, slowly collected by the branches and blades of grass on the side of the road, and the road when it came was missing.
If Lan Ruo didn't see it, there was a mountain in Qingqing, stretching continuously, with no end in sight.
"The lonely forest color, the vermilion rui purple stem."
Before talking about a sentence "bamboo path through the seclusion", this time when climbing the mountain, there is really a road like this, lined with dense bamboo forests, seven turns and eight turns of the mountain road, but unfortunately there is no bell ringing. Then I walked back and thought about the students who rushed to take the exam in ancient times, just walking on such a mountain road. I think it's a little exciting, I want to sing or something, but the climbing squad that comes out from time to time breaks my heart that I want to sing.
Well, then continue to look at the scenery, wild corduroy growing in the swampy wetlands under the cliffs. That piece of grass is like a tide, with the direction of the water flow, the growth of the grass is also different, at first thought it was blown by the wind, and then found that there is a whirlpool, only to suddenly realize.
"Late day and night, the autumn wind is born."
Along the way, the sky also changed from blue to pink blue. Without the 35-degree heat, the insects also fell from the tree in a knot, and if they were not careful, they would touch the body if they walked without looking. Carefully along the way, sighing at the wonder of nature.
"The years are shaking down, and the meaning is not even great!"
Chen Ziang's "years are shaking down", I am afraid I can't feel it, and the winter in Lingnan is also a warm day. The creativity of the temperature between the north and the south has also created differences in food culture.
Regarding the differences, I think of the books I have read. Everyone reads a book, feels and understands differently. But like mathematics, physics, formulas, methods are used different equations, different angles to prove a thing repeatedly, so that this thing becomes an axiom, like a trigonometric function or Pythagorean theorem.
But like Confucius's "The way of the university, in Mingmingde", different people will have different feelings, in Wang Yangming, "Mingmingde" is the "conscience" of people, and in Zhu Xi it is "Tianli". The difference in writing can be said to be the same destination, and it can also be said that there are two kinds of thoughts. It is also like Mozi and Confucianism, Mozi's ink science seems to be formed in response to Confucius's thought, but Mozi's "simultaneous love" and Confucius's "great unity" are the same, and the practice is opposite.
Therefore, the same result, different people understand the process is different, read more of these "learn and learn, not also say", far less effective than their own enlightenment.
Some people say that they understand it, but they only understand the literal meaning, but whether the content after this understanding is suitable for themselves, then they do not think deeply, so that when they read the book, what is the use of reading more? No matter how much you read, you can't live this life.
It is better to look at the reference book, how to raise potted plants, how to stir-fry vegetables, how to make cakes, how to raise cats and fish, find the joy of their own lives, or read poems, climb mountains, and look at the rivers, lakes and seas around home. Observe your own children and make notes.
Life is short, always drill into the field that you are not good at, it is better to explore your own strengths, painting, singing, dancing, even if these can not support themselves, but these are what a beautiful hobby ah... If I could turn my hobby into something that I could show to people who liked me, I wouldn't believe it, so that no one would know what it would be?