Life requires poetic dwelling. And I have been living this life to the end throughout my life. And it goes well. Time flies, but I am glad that I already have inner peace and harmony. Don't be surprised by favor or humiliation, be calm by waves. Stopping and walking, taking photos and writing have become indispensable in life.
I fell from the desolation and desolation of the cold winter in the north into the misty and rainy small town Pengxi in the land of Sichuan and Sichuan. Living near the lake, when you get up in the morning, the sky is clear and the wind is gentle, you walk slowly by the Chicheng Lake in Xizi, Sichuan, where light makeup is always suitable for wearing heavy makeup. After looking at the poetry of the lake and absorbing the fairy atmosphere of the mountains, I want to choose this city to live my whole life. . In this hometown of calligraphy, which is "good at poetry and prose, and good at calligraphy", the pen and ink are soaked in the ups and downs of " Orchid Pavilion Preface ", smelling the fragrance of ink on paper, listening to a few birdsong, and drawing a few strokes The scenery of the mountains, picking a few mountain flowers, and growing old slowly. Spend the rest of your time on good things. Then he will live up to his original intention.
Looking out from the second-story bamboo building through the elegant floral fragrance of the reclining loquat trees , I felt wrapped in the remaining snow on the broken bridge. The breeze blew a wisp of salty smell, and the sound of " carps leaping over the dragon's gate" passed by my ears. The lone boat gradually moved away, and the lake was the same color as the sky. There were fields of lotus leaves, fishing fires sparkling, and my heart was rippled and swayed bit by bit. The small town filled with morning mist also woke up from a good dream, with beautiful features. It's hard to let go of gentleness.
The gentle dripping of rain warms the heart, and the dewdrops jump crystally on the clusters of small daisies emerald green leaves in full bloom. Behind the bamboo house, there are tall ungrafted original fruit-bearing grapefruit trees all over the mountains and plains. 5. The grandly blooming hibiscus , the green southern trees, the graceful Patchouli that resembles reeds that we know, the crazed eyebrows, and the wondering question, how can there be winter in the south of the Yangtze River?
I visited the most beautiful ancient towns in China, Zhouzhuang, Wuzhen, Fenghuang, Furong, Tongli, and Nanxun. When I stepped into the unknown Longdong Ancient Town in Pengxi, I was also surprised by the simplicity and tranquility in this small corner, untainted by the elegance of the world, as if hidden in a deep boudoir. The girl next door that no one knows. Walking around a bend of the water, you can taste the details slowly and slowly. Walking on the path paved with bluestones, you will encounter a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella with a sad knot. You can lean on the arched bridge and enjoy the gentle breeze rumpling the lake water, basking in the tepid sun. In the winter sun, I put a pot of and the fragrance of the snow falling in the green pond, and slowly watched the fish and ducks playing in the water, I just felt that the time was not used up. Questioning your heart? Can you stop and live in this uncut time...
Along the way, I passed by a unique street lamp with a writing brush in hand. I liked it so much that I wanted to turn it into a miniature version and put it on the bedside to accompany me. The scent of books is so pleasing to the eye and unique. Every small scene and every inscription in this small town show the rich cultural heritage of this calligraphy town. I think the beauty of extremes must be the beauty of Chinese calligraphy! In the Tangxing Academy under construction, I photographed the towering, majestic and powerful stone carving "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion". Standing in front of a stone wall half-covered by verdant pines and cypresses , Lang Lang chanted "In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year In Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we would meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to practice bad luck..." My thoughts are far away, as if I am in the Orchid Pavilion, surrounded by tall mountains, lush bamboos, and turbulent clear water. I am listening to talented people and celebrities gathering to compose poems; I am walking among the beautiful and exquisite paintings of calligraphy masters from ancient times to the present. The wonderful carved corridor is intoxicating and cannot be moved away. Looking up at the giant statue of Cangjie , the first person to coin Chinese characters. I secretly asked myself, when will we come back again? The charm of ancient culture slowly gathers between the eyebrows and the heart. They are the foundation of my poetic life. How can I easily forget their beauty. One by one, they are printed on the negatives of memory. Do it and treasure it...
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ink painting is like a dream, full of ancient meanings. There are endless poems to write about, and there are endless stories of small bridges, flowing water, and people. Intoxicated by "Spring water is as green as the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain to sleep", "Spring comes, the river is as green as blue, how can you not remember Jiangnan"? I lament that all the good poems in the world have been written by the poet Taibai, and all the good words have been written by the poet sage Du Fu . My little girl can only write a few lines of small characters, but she is happy and healthy.Live the beautiful texture and width of life, why care about its length
