The Master of Nets Garden is the most suitable for rainy travel. There are few tourists on rainy days, and the wet and ethereal garden has a special mood.
Walking around Yungang from the hill cong Guixuan, through the curved corridor into the Mao Miao Water Pavilion, the sound of rustling rain and the sound of babbling water under the feet, and you are in the spring of Deng.
Inside the pavilion, there are Ming-style mahogany tables and chairs, and the carved screen in the middle partition makes the atmosphere quaint. There are windows in the south like a picture frame, which happens to take two pictures of the museum. A few cyclamen ignored the sound of rain and opened themselves indifferently.
This scene seems to be in the Southern Song Dynasty, at the invitation of the owner of the garden, Shi Shilang, and the master has not risen from spring sleep. Maybe I am Song Shaoqing, the owner of the Qing Dynasty garden, and today I closed the door to thank You Rong, and came here to enjoy a little leisure?
There is no need to look at the couplet on the wall, and the sage's confession will curb the uninhibited mood. And listen to the rain by the railing, and watch the waves of the water layer of a pond rise. At this moment, the rain pool is alive and vivid: the turquoise water lily leaves have lost the tranquility of the past, as if they are drifting like fluttering ping: the shadow of the vermilion fish looms, like a group of mischievous children celebrating the arrival of the rainy season. After a moment of contemplation, you will feel that the vulgar worries have disappeared, and you can't help but reach out your hand to pluck the rain curtain, and even "but the dust is very dusty, let the waterfall be splashed" (Pi Ri Xiu). At this time, the name of the cabinet will be associated with "Mao Miao." It's really good to get up, camp all day, what's the matter? Looking down at the crown of the soul, it is the gray smoke of the world!
Suddenly I feel that this body is a boat, half a life in the wind and waves, where is the willow bank of the mooring?
In life, it is rare to have time to look for a clear spring, why not wash the wind and frost on the face?
So the body and mind are transformed, only to feel that I am this garden, this garden is me, and the sand and spring rain is a song of purification...
Looking up to the north, the flowers and trees are covered by the pine reading Xuan like a self-satisfied Gaoshi, listening carefully as if there is a groan; and in the east of the bamboo branch Xuan is just like a natural carved boat girl, standing by the water, the wind is beautiful. The moon to the west of the feng shui pavilion is empty, like a hooked Kasa wong, fishing alone in a pool of rain. Then scan the Curved Bridge, Lao Ke, Shi Ji, Xuan Window, in the hazy
In the two, it seemed like a dream, as if God would disappear.
The reverie was suddenly interrupted by a few laughs, and a couple pulled each other together. So I left the water pavilion for love, and drifted away along the corridor.
In the sound of the rain, I looked back at the water pavilion, and the water pavilion also looked back at me.