Poetic egrets fly

□ Wei Yijun

"Hibiscus reflects the water chrysanthemum yellow, full of autumn light. Dead lotus leaf bottom heron hides. The golden wind is blowing, and the fragrance of cinnamon branches is wafting. Ascend to the shore of Leifeng Pagoda and see the Yangtze River in Qiantang. The lake is clear, the rivers and lakes are rippling, the sky is oblique, and the new geese are two or three lines. "Xiaoliangzhou Qiu" by Guan Yunshi in the Yuan Dynasty describes a beautiful picture of the water of Egret Lake in autumn.

The egret, also known as the heron, has snow-white feathers, a long neck, round eyes, and two long black legs. In autumn, by the riverside pond, willow treetops, sometimes there are egrets idly foraging and leisurely roosting. With a gust of autumn wind blowing on the water, the egret spreads its wings and flies high, drawing beautiful lines and fanning out the most beautiful mood of autumn. Perhaps because of the white feathers of the egret, the upright posture, and the outstanding style of the pavilion when it was independent, it has been favored by literati and inkers since ancient times, leaving many wonderful "egret poems".

"Snow-clad snow-haired green jade mouth, group fishing children in the shadows of the stream." Flying far away to the Bishan Mountains, a tree of pear blossoms fell in the evening wind. "The Heron And owl" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty presents a vivid picture of the egret foraging: the heron wears snow-white clothes, has snow-white hair and a mouth like green jade. They fish in groups in the stream, their beautiful bodies reflected in the clear water. Suddenly, they flew up in fright, backed by the turquoise mountain color, and flew into the distance, and the white figure was like a pear blossom fluttering in the evening wind.

In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's egret playing in the water is even more exquisitely written. "Luan Jiase" poem Cloud: "In the autumn rain, shallow stones slip through." The jumping waves splashed with each other, and the egrets were shocked. "The stream is meandering and unpredictable in depth. Sometimes there are deep pools, sometimes there are turbulent waters. Although the water is turbulent, the swimming fish are countable, and the herons often feed here. While the heron was waiting intently for food, the rapids collided with the rocks, and the splashing water droplets hit the heron like small stones, frightening it to spread its wings and fly. When it understood that this was a false alarm, it flew down peacefully and landed where it was.

The egret in the water not only gives people a visual enjoyment of beauty, but also gives people a long-lost nostalgia. The Song Dynasty Lin Kui's "Wing Qiu Jiang" wrote: "The vast sand-billed heron sleeps, and the pieces of water soak the blue sky without a trace." Favorite reed flowers after the rain, a pyrotechnic rice fish boat. There is also The Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Giving the Egret to Send the Song Shaofu into the Three Gorges": "The egret has a fist, and the moon is bright and the water is cold in autumn." The man flew away in horror and headed straight for Juntan. "These poems make people feel as if they are returning to their hometown, watching the cooking smoke, the autumn water clear, and the egret flying."

The egret in the lyricist's pen is more beautiful and more moving. For example, Liu Yuxi's "White Heron" in the Tang Dynasty: "White Heron, the highest qualification." The sweaters were newly formed and the snow was invincible, and the birds were clamoring and silent. Lonely grass, long standing babbling stone. The front mountain is cloudless and flies into Haruka. "Egret, the noblest of character. The newly grown white feathers and snow are no match, and many birds are loudly shouting, but it is alone and silent. It sleeps alone in the desolate and lush weeds, standing for a long time on the stones in the babbling spring water. When the current mountain smoke cloud dissipated, it spread its wings and flew rapidly in the vast blue sky.

"Herons, herons, and birds fly, and the crows are noisy and difficult to rely on for a long time." Qingjiang saw the bottom of the grass hall, and a little white light finally did not return. "In the late autumn, reading the egrets written by the ancient literati, admiring the poetry and painting, and the feelings are faint nostalgia.

【Source: Urumqi Evening News】

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