text / Yuexia Chanjuan
When I was very young, I liked those beautiful poems very much. I often did not regard copying ancient poems assigned by the Chinese teacher as homework. Reciting those dazzling sentences in my mouth and writing them out awkwardly stroke by stroke, I always feel that those poems and essays that are completely natural have both beautiful and moving melodies and vivid pictures. Those poets, such as magic pen Ma Liang took me into the historical picture of a thousand years ago, and I could appreciate the mountains and scenery of that time with them, and feel the ancient thoughts and feelings.
vaguely remembers that the ancient poem I first learned was called "Hua".
The mountains look colorful from a distance, but the water sounds silent when up close.
Spring is gone and the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
On the yellowed old book page, there is a painting, with mountains and water, flowers still blooming, and birds resting on the green branches. It's so intuitive, and it seems to hit the mark on my first feeling and mood when I saw this painting. My little heart arrogantly thought, there is no need to memorize this. I only read it once, and the master's poems, the green mountains, the gurgling water, the fragrant flowers, and the leisurely birds will be forever imprinted in my mind. Inside.
A young child does not have the energy to deeply imagine the philosophy of life contained in these four short poems. She just naively felt that the master's simple words hit her vividly. And it is these singing-like words that become a child's first aesthetic enlightenment.
and " Jingye Si " by Shixian .
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was suspected to be frost on the ground.
I looked up at the bright moon and lowered my head to think about my hometown.
——Tang · Li Bai "Quiet Night Thoughts"
There is no Chinese child who cannot recite this poem , and there is no Chinese child who cannot understand this poem. The fairy of poetry, the genius of heaven, and the bright white moon have since become the hometown that thousands of Chinese children will never forget or forget in their lifetime.
"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky." , they not only appeared in front of Du Fu 's sight a thousand years ago, they also appeared in front of my eyes. Orioles are chirping gracefully, and the willows are green. It is such a joyful spring. When you look up, there is a row of egrets above your head, flying gracefully in the blue sky.
Reciting these poems never feels strenuous, right? Poet Saint At this time, he is just my confidant, relative and friend, taking me back to a spring when my memory is not clear. In front of his window, I can still see the snow that has not melted in Xiling, and in front of his door there is still parked thousands of miles. Passenger ships traveling from Dongwu. And a few spring breezes, folk children recited "Queju" several times, and a thousand years have passed in this world.
My grandfather taught me to cherish food since I was a child. He would always carefully pick up the rice grains that fell on the table.
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
——Tang· Li Shen " Compassion to the Farmers "
His old and purple face sunburned, and his waist bent from cultivating crops are the most appropriate and vivid expression of "Compassion to the Farmers". When I look at my grandfather who is like an ancient poem, and when I read an ancient poem like my grandfather's, I don't dare to waste my life, and I cherish food and all hard work as much as I cherish my life.
Meng Haoran is the favorite man of all poetry and immortality. He said: I love Master Meng, and he is famous all over the world. No matter how many years have passed, whether I am a child or an adult, and have gone through several storms and springs and autumns, his "Spring Dawn" will always accompany me to sleep on those nights when the red leaves fall.
I sleep in the spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
——"Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Dare I ask if there is a more beautiful, gentle and intoxicating dream in the world than this little poem?
Goose, goose, goose, Qu Xiang sings to the sky.
white hair floats on the green water, anthurium clears the waves.
- Tang Dynasty Luo Binwang " Ode to the Goose "
When I was studying the ancient poem "Ode to the Goose", the teacher said that it was the work of King Luo Bin when he was 7 years old. I know that geniuses are always different from ordinary people, but there is no difference. I didn’t know that the 7-year-old King Luo Bin could look down at the 7-year-old me in such a condescending manner. When I got older and realized that even the world-famous Queen Wu Zetian would sigh, "Prime Minister An has lost this person!", then I calmly reconciled with my ordinary self.
I don’t know which is the most famous poem by Du Mu. Maybe it’s because he has written too many famous poems, and there are so many famous poems that have been passed down from generation to generation. When I think about it, I don’t know which one I love more. But " Qingming " is probably familiar to all children.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
- "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
When I was young, I didn't know what the artistic conception was, but the drizzle and the villages full of apricot blossoms pointed by the shepherd boy on the back of the cow gave me the infinite remoteness. Infinite sadness and beauty.
Let’s talk about the song "Mountain Walk" by Mu Zhi.
Far up the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds.
I parked my car and sat in the maple forest at night, The frost leaves turned red in February and the flowers .
——Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Mountain Journey"
When I was a child, I wished countless times that I could live deep in the white clouds in the poem, in this wonderland where maple leaves flow and the forests are like dye.
My little mind has thought countless times, if I don’t need to count on my fingers chicken and rabbit in the same cage when I go to school, but only have to recite and write these beautiful poems, then I will definitely not be late every day, and I would rather not have summer vacation and winter vacation.
And children’s thoughts are so naive. Every day we grow up, we know a little more that life is far more than the troubles of chickens and rabbits in the same cage, as well as the wars and chaos from time to time and the stagnation day after day.
Mu Zhi also wrote a children's poem "Going Home".
The childish child asked, why is it too late to return?
For whom are you fighting for time and winning sideburns?
- "Going Home" by Tang Du Mu
The innocent child asked me, holding the corner of my clothes, why did you come back so late? Who are you competing with for time, and you end up with frost and snow on your temples?
Later, in the world of wind and frost, night rain in rivers and lakes, and many hardships, we are no longer a small bowl of flowers in the greenhouse in childhood. The love of our relatives and teachers "sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" . But there are always some poems and songs that cleanse our dusty hearts with beauty over and over again, teaching us: There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will sail across the sea.
