Today's winter also means that the brilliant and colorful late autumn is gradually drifting away, and it is about to usher in a more cold and desolate winter.
Sima Qian once wrote in the "Preface to the History of Taishi Gong": "Spring is born and summer is long, autumn harvest is hidden in winter, and this great scripture of the Heavenly Dao is also." "All year round, the rotation is orderly, in a word. Winter, the end, all things begin to hide.
In winter, it feels like either snow or cold, especially in the north, where there are few brilliant colors between heaven and earth, as if everything between heaven and earth has become silent.
But if you look at winter from another angle, it is also a different kind of fun. In the cold winter, Bai Juyi will boil a pot of hot tea and invite his friend Liu Nineteen to drink it together. Cui Daorong would walk on the snow in winter to find plums, and he would write a poem with great interest: "There is no rhyme in the incense, and the qingji does not know the cold". Winter, there is a poetry of its own.
In this early winter season, we may wish to enjoy the Southern Song Dynasty scholar Fan Cheng's "Li Dong Night Boat In the Middle" and feel his love for nature and attitude towards life.
People are getting older year by year, and the cold increases with the rain. Look at the fire at the top of the mountain, and see the fishing lamp at the bottom of the water. The waves and shadows are stacked, and the sand marks are few edges. Emei wants to return the view and must stay until the morning.
Since ancient times, there are clouds: the beauty of the twilight hero's end, is the world's helpless things. Time is always rushing to make people old, I feel that yesterday was still a young teenager, and today I am already an old man with hair.
When Fan Cheng wrote this poem, he was also an old man with white hair and a full head. Looking back on life, it seems to be long and endless, but in fact it is just a stroke of the finger.
In the winter season, there was a cold rain in the sky, which made Fan Chengda in the boat can't help but feel the chill, the rain became more and more dense, and the sky became colder and colder.
Looking up, the woodcutter was lighting a bonfire on the mountain, dotted with stars, bright and dark. Looking down, only to see the clear water bottom reflecting the light of the fishing lamp, Fan Chengda took a flat leaf boat, let it drift, quite a fishing boat singing the meaning of the evening. Such a night, such a scenery, can be felt once in a lifetime, it is rare.
In the evening, the waves of the river are layered, and the sand marks are swept away by the waves without a trace, just like Su Shi wrote in "Nostalgia for Hezi Yuchi": "There are occasional fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei recounts things." "Things in the world are so magical, they have come and gone without a trace.
Life is not like this, even if it is the emperor of the general, it will eventually disappear with the long river of history and turn into a piece of dirt. Since we will all grow old, perhaps, all we can do is to live calmly in the present, without asking about the past or the future.
At this time, Fan Chengda, although old, still wanted to see the majesty of Mount Emei, so he decided to go to Mount Emei the next day, at sunrise, to feel the beauty of the sea of clouds and clouds, and wash away the worries of red dust.
Fan Chengda finally got his wish, admired the beauty of Mount Emei, and wrote the poems "Three E", "The Journey of Mount Emei", which is enough in this life.
In the winter, although the weather is cold, we must always be full of enthusiasm for life and always have a pure heart.