According to a research center in the United States, 1 in 5 Americans think they have seen ghosts. Scientists then classify this as a "fantasy illusion." It lists a number of natural, environmental, material, physical, psychological, religious, linguistic implications, and other reasons.
Let's say experiment with a room. One group of occupants did not tell them any information, and the second group of occupants told them that "a year ago today, the hostess of this house, because of her grievances, came back and could not understand, and committed suicide in the living room." The latter is hundreds of times more likely to have an abnormal reaction than the former.
The author loves to travel and loves classical poetry. Whenever I go to the resort, I can't help but think of famous articles, as if if I don't do this, I am sorry for the nine-year compulsory education.
Went to Sichuan, sighed "Dangerous! The difficulty of the Shu Dao is difficult to go to the Qingtian", and then felt that the ancient road was more difficult. Went to Chibi, just sang "the great river to the east, the waves exhaust the ancient wind and currents of the characters", also feel the gushing river, but also the vast, like my feelings.
But one year, in Hangzhou's West Lake, I learned a lesson. It is the cool season, the sky is getting darker, the bitter rain will stop, and the surrounding smoke will be clouded. I had the heart to leave but I had no sense of direction, and there was no smartphone for me to navigate, so I walked blindly. Along the way, I saw two tombs, one was Qiu Jin and the other was Wu Song. These two are heroic and heroic, and the chivalrous style is awe-inspiring, and I only have a little respect in my heart, and I did not stop.
After walking for a while, there was a tombstone in front of it. Through the layers of water vapor that fill the wind and the dappled tree shadows in the dim light, the words "Qiantang Su Xiaoxiao" can be faintly distinguished. For the first time, I remembered Li He's song "Youlan Lu, like crying eyes." Nothing is knotted, and fireworks are unbearable. Grass like a tree, loose as a lid. The wind is the dress, the water is the plutonium. Oil wall car, wait for each other at night. Cold green candles, labor brilliance. Under the Xiling Tomb, the wind blows and rains. ”
If you are not a lover of classical poetry, perhaps you will feel more like this in the original way: "Youlan is dotted with dewdrops, just like her tearful eyes with hatred." There is nothing to tie together, and on the lonely and desolate grave, only wildflower tobacco is miserable and cannot be cut. The herbs are laid out with soft mats, and the pines support the round and wide umbrellas. The breeze is blowing, it is she who is holding her feet, the stream is clanging, it is she who is swaying around her. The gorgeous oil wall car is still waiting in the silence of the night. Yingying ghost fire, drifting with the night fog, lit green candles released a miserable white cold light. Under the Xiling Tomb, Lang Jun, who was riding a green horse, had not been seen for a long time, and there was a miserable wind blowing cold rain in the air, and the slightest breeze was blowing on his face. ”
As soon as I thought about it, I felt as if there were white shadows passing by behind the side, and suddenly I looked back, but I saw a willow branch, willow leaves like eyes, dripping like tears, and a cold stream flowing down my forehead...
Well, people write poems with poetry, and you write poems with poetry that scares people. In ancient and modern China and abroad, there are actually many people who are scary by literature, and Pu Songling is one of the more famous ones; but I am afraid that this is the only one that scares people with poetry, and there is no other semicolon.
Pu Songling and Li He have similarities, both became famous as teenagers, but they were not happy. Pu Songling took the three firsts in the county, the prefecture, and the province, and his name was shocked. Unexpectedly, he tried repeatedly until he was 71 years old. Li He became famous earlier, known as a prodigy, and was also the first in the government test. When I was preparing to take the entrance examination, I couldn't get the admission ticket. Originally, Li He's father's name was Li Jinsu, and the word "Jin" was homophonous with the "Jin" of "Jinshi", which was a paternal crime.
The difference is that Pu Songling's ghost stories are collected, he goes to the roadside tea stall, does not want money, and if you want to drink, you can tell a ghost story.
And Li He Li Changji, I think, he has really seen ghosts.
The Tang Dynasty produced many poets, and most of the Founders were in the Middle Tang Dynasty. For example, the poetry immortal Li Bai, the poetry Saint Du Fu, the poetry ghost Li He, the poetry Buddha Wang Wei. If Li Bai is a flowing and flowing person, Du Fu is "endowed with vicissitudes and sentences." And Li He, he is the dark and cold that spans life and death, and he is the Tang Dynasty version of Constantine who walks in the three realms of immortals, ghosts, and people.
If you are not familiar with Li He, then you are probably familiar with his poetry, do not believe it? "If the sky is full of love, the sky is old" and "the rooster sings the world white", all of which were borrowed from him by great men.
There is such a supernatural child who does not like to play with children of the same age. He liked to shut himself in a small dark room to write poetry, or to run to the mass graves in the wilderness, lying in the gloomy woods and pondering the epitaphs of the dead, and did not want to leave in the dark.
When he was 7 years old, Han Yu, the secretary of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee, knew about it and went to his house to find him, and he wrote a poem "Gao Xuan" on the spot:
“……
Yun is a Tokyo talent, article Ju Gong.
Twenty-eight syllable hearts and nine essences shine through it.
In front of the temple, the sound is empty, and the pen makes up for the creation of heaven.
Pang Mei shuke feels qiu peng, who knows the dead grass and the chinese style.
I am now attached to the underworld with my wings hanging down, and he is not ashamed of the snake as a dragon every day. (Both slapped each other's ass and praised themselves, high emotional intelligence)
Lei De Lao Han did not want it, as if he had seen a ghost, and the prodigy was famous in the world. A little older, Li He went to Luoyang, and then wrote the first to meet Secretary Han, and old Han only read the first two sentences, "The black clouds are pressing down on the city and trying to destroy it, and the light is opening up to the Japanese gold scales", so he immediately asked someone to arrange to "cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper", and Li He married his brothers.
In fact, until this time, although Li He was angry, although there were often words such as "death", "sickness", "old", "ghost", "snake" and so on in his poems, in addition to riding a small donkey like Avanti, and liked to hang a bamboo basket around the donkey's neck, often reciting words as soon as he had something to gain, he wrote down and threw them in the bamboo basket, and our Li He did not show his psychic talent in front of the world too much.
Occasionally, he would express his ambitions: "Why don't boys take Wu hooks and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures", or "He DangJinluo Brain, go fast and step on the Autumn Festival".
Later, everyone knew that Li Heke was not smooth, and he worked as a temporary worker in an administrative institution for several years, and finally resigned in frustration. At this time, Li He's spiritual world began to awaken, and he successfully communicated with the immortal and ghost realms, and from then on, he was out of control.
There was no more human fireworks in Li Changji's eyes. He sometimes waved the wolf with the golden rune engraved on it, outlining the miracle of the fairyland; sometimes he shook a white flag that was colder than a thousand years of cold ice to stir up the ghost fire and yin wind; and he took a strange and cold step, walking alone in the poetry circle of the Tang Dynasty. Gradually, he stood out from Wang Bo, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Han Yu, Bai Juyi, Yuan Shu, Li Shangyin, Du Mu, and walked out of his own road of empty mountains and clouds, and stone breaking the sky to tease the autumn rain!
"Xihe knocking on the glass of the sun, robbing the ashes and flying all the ancient and modern peace", "The jade palace laurel tree flowers have not fallen, the immortal concubines are picking incense and weeping", "the prince blows the pipe of the goose, the dragon cultivates the tobacco and plants the Yao grass", "The nuwa refines the stone to make up for the heavens, the stone breaks the sky to tease the autumn rain", "the yellow dust and clear water under the three mountains, and the thousand years change like a horse", these are the writings of the immortal world wind and horse cloud car, the creation of heaven and earth, and the magnificent miracles. At the same time, he also transformed into words the sounds that reverberated in Biluo, sometimes thunderous, and sometimes ethereal. His words are strange, eerie, and colorful, so that posterity often says, "Although Changji is a ghost, every immortal language is too white." "This means that when it comes to Immortal Qi, Li Bai is inferior to him.
There are also "Autumn Grave Ghosts Sing Bao Family Poems, Hate Blood in the Soil for a Thousand Years", "How Sad the South Mountain is, The Ghost Rain Sprinkles Empty Grass", "A Hundred-Year-Old Owl Becomes a Wooden Charm, Laughter Rises in the Nest of Blue Fire", "The Ghost Mother Cries in the Suburbs", "The Lacquer Torch Welcomes the Newcomer, the Ghost Fire Disturbs", "The Ghost Lamp Is Like a Paint Dot Pine Flower", these are the old mansions that wear shadows and longing, are terrifying and terrifying wildernesses, listen to the whispers of fluttering in the cold rain, and dance with the ghosts and ghosts at the autumn graves between the pine hills under the remnant moon.
It is difficult to say whether it is born of the illusion from the heart, but it is almost certain that it is born of the heart. At this time, Li Changji was becoming more and more emaciated, his face had an unhealthy whiteness, a huge nose, two eyebrows were connected, and the word "one" cut off his face; his fingers were extremely long, shaped like eagle claws. Looking at it, unlike the beings on earth, there are impermanent forms, but like the wandering souls of hades.
Li Changji often had a high fever, but he always got up from the bed, opened two dark blue eyes that seemed to burn cold flames, and lifted his pen to tell you about a different world.
In the eleventh year of Tang Xianzong's reign, Li He had a premonition and returned to his hometown to sort out his own works. One night in the twelfth year of Yuan He, Li He Li Changji fixed his life forever at the age of 27.
Later, Li He's own family, the originator of the famous poetry school "Xikun Ti" in the jianghu, and Li Shangyin Li Yishan, who walked alone in the late Tang Dynasty poetry circle with "no color phoenix and two wings, and a sharp heart", recorded that night like this: Li He was lying on the bed, and there was a man dressed in red, riding a red dragon to find him, holding a jade plate in his hand, and the words were like ancient seals. He said, "The Jade Emperor built a white jade building and asked you to write poems." Li He thought of his mother and was reluctant to go, and the man in red said, "The will of the Jade Emperor cannot be changed, and moreover, life there is good and not bitter." Some witnesses saw smoke clouds rising, and also heard the sounds of carriages and horses and Xian le. Li He's mother did not let people cry, and after waiting for a while, Li He still never woke up.
There are also different ways of saying it. A long time ago, there was a bbs, the forum was gloomy, and the IDs in it didn't like to talk to people. There is a text that goes like this:
The remnant moon is slightly oblique, and the cold glow is bleak. There was a ghostly wind blowing through the forest, and a few blue ghost fires flickered on and off at the weedy graves. Occasionally nighthawks make three or two sounds, but you can't tell whose cry it is. A donkey came from between the mountain paths, and a thin man in black sat on it. If you look closely, you may still wonder why there is a donkey's shadow on the ground, but there seems to be no shadow of him?
Suddenly he coughed heavily, covered his mouth with his hand, and in an instant, spread his hand, but it was a pool of blood. The man in black took out a pen and wrote some words on the cliff wall in blood. Another gust of wind blew through and blinded your eyes. When you look closely, the donkey and the man in black are gone, and the blood on the wall is dripping with words: "I have a ghost that I can't summon, and the rooster is white."
At this time, the sound of chickens chirping was heard in the distance, and the first light in the sky penetrated the darkness.