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Author: Shi Yuchun
The smell of wine has not dissipated, and I feel somewhat drunk. I think one or two of Li Taibai's heroic feelings in "Hundred Poems on Wine Fighting" can be drawn here.
Dizzy, that kind of erratic is external, it is the surface, it is the body; sober, it is the mind, it is poetry, it is tenderness.
During my stay in Yichun, Jiangxi for a few days, there were many "firsts":
For the first time, I came to this city in Jiangxi.
For the first time, drinking so much liquor.
? For the first time, I visited Yichun Terrace, which first flourished in the Han Dynasty.
?For the first time, I heard about Changli Academy and learned that Han Yu also stayed here.
For the first time, I visited Mingyue Mountain.
For the first time, I saw such a beautiful mountain, such a beautiful mountain range; such a lush forest, such a bamboo; such a clear stream, such a waterfall
The original is often considered the most beautiful. Therefore, I want to say that Yichun is worth collecting, and Mingyue Mountain is even more worth collecting.
Mingyue Mountain.
When I heard this name, I didn¡¯t think much about it. It was as light as a glass of clear water. The first thing that came to mind was Li Taibai¡¯s "Pass Mountain Moon":
The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Yumen Pass.
Han went down to Baideng Road, and Hu peeped at Qinghai Bay.
The reason is that there is no one to return to the land of the war.
The garrison looked at the side, thinking about women and talking bitterly.
When the tall building is at night, sighing should not be idle.
?Conjecture whether the name of Mingyue Mountain is related to the first line of this poem? I also guess that the marriage between Mingyue and the mountain is probably not a rural slang, or a pretentious elegance of a boring literati. Therefore, for Mingyue Mountain, I don't take it seriously.
? On that day, I took a bus from Yichun city to Mingyue Mountain. All the way, I passed through the countryside, so I couldn't help feeling homesick.
Green mountains and dense forests seem to be the usual descriptions, but different regions, different moods, and touching things are also very different.
Brother Zheng and Brother Huang who are traveling with us are real people. Although they got together because of work, getting along with them, there is no formality at work, no dusty atmosphere when socializing, everything is very natural. The two brothers chatted all the way, and I would answer a few words if they could get on with each other;
When I am not talking, I just quietly stare out the window, watching the scenery. Thinking about that time, I really have the leisure and comfort of "Chun Ri puts makeup on the emerald building" in Wang Changling's "Girlfriend". The difference is that I'm not a young woman, and I don't have any "worries and old hatreds" at all. In such a situation, my heart is full of relief.
Outside the car window, apart from the low green hills, there are rice fields for leisure in winter. There are dogs that occasionally run by on the road, and cars pass by without fear, leisurely like a wandering scholar; or, a chicken passes by without any hurry or slowness, without the slightest panic.
The greenness of the mountain is the dedication of bamboo; the beauty of the mountain is the lingering of trees.
Between the two mountains, there are large paddy fields. The mountain is green, and the sign of life expresses a lively spirit. In the rice field, only the rice roots sticking to the ground are left, a piece of withered yellow. Although it has gone through vicissitudes, it still has its charm.
Stretching in the countryside can stimulate the body and mind. At this moment, the word "fence" seems to have become a thing in another world, which is not related to me at all.
I have always been an out-and-out countryman. When country people go to the countryside, they will never be disgusted or worried. More, of course, is love; more, of course, is intimacy.
The scriptures in the opera "Meeting in the Flower Hall" of Qin Opera include:
"Beautiful or not, the water in the spring; dear or not, the hometown people."
Although this town is not the other, this feeling is the same as that. Although this is not my hometown, it has the same sentiment and style.
The buffaloes are scattered in the winter fields, between the green hills and the yellow rice fields, adding a touch of leisurely and floating black, adding a layer of deep embellishment.
Although there is no rain and no shepherd boy, the scene of "village boy herding in the rain" will still flash in the imagination in the dark and humid weather.
?Nature is a natural painting that does not need to be carved.
No matter where you are, no matter what angle you look at, there are pictures of chemical creations outside the window, and the beauty of the countryside lies in this.
I have never liked things that are artificially carved, just like I don't like artificial people.
The beauty of nature often lies in its "clear water comes out of hibiscus, and natural carvings are carved". All natural states of matter, once stippled, enter the vulgar atmosphere.
Thoughts were flying all the way, floating thousands of miles away. The countryside is my soul, and every time I pass by the countryside, I can feel the rhythm of life.The mountains are beautiful and rich in humanities.
When Zhu Xi visited this mountain, he once wrote a poem "Yuanzhou Daozhong" with five laws:
I travel to Yichun Fields and look around Duoqi Mountain.
There are countless mountains and mountains, and no one can climb them.
There are green onion trees on the top and Qing Leng Bay on the bottom.
I feel even more pity for the rocks at the head of the bay, all of which were gouged out by God.
? Abandoned by all eyes, strong and stubborn for thousands of years.
I hugged and rewarded alone, and heaved a long sigh.
? When Song Yuanhong was in the mountains, he also composed a poem of seven rhythms layer by layer. At the end of the couplet:
"Yesterday, because I got married to the Donglin Society, I also had a day off at the monk's house."
?Thinking about it, being able to walk in the mountains is also a great fun in a floating life.
During the walk in the mountains, brother Huang once asked Li Yishan about the poem "Send the North Rain in the Night":
"Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."
In life, it is also a kind of poetry to have someone who knows each other, cuts candles together, and talks about rain at night together.
Mingyue Mountain has Yuelao Slope, and once left a shadow, it can be regarded as a silent tacit understanding with this poetic sentiment!
On this day, it is cloudy at the bottom of the mountain; foggy at the foot of the mountain, cloudy at the mountainside, and sunny at the top of the mountain.
Life is about the same. The cloudiness of your mood does not lie in the appearance you know, but in the height you stand at.
The bright moon scene on the mountain wins the painting.
Raza has said so much, so he will never forget this trip.
If he is lucky again in his life, he will come to the mountains to clean up the vulgarity.
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