Tian' eling fengshui
Zhang Lebin
The great motherland is vast in territory and abundant in resources, with beautiful mountains and rivers and lovely people. These three points are enough to "attract countless heroes to compete." At this moment, the north is already "frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is drifting in Wan Li", while the south of the Yangtze River is still "green hills and green grass grow and warblers fly". We watched the national flag of Ran Ran rise, while our western partners were still bathed in the starry sky and immersed in the dream of peace.
I am proud to have all this, proud to have all this, and happy to have all this. I want to sing a hymn for my motherland. On May, 200 1 year 1 day, we traveled to Huangshan, Qiandao Lake and Nanjing, and were infected by the great rivers and mountains of the motherland along the way, and wrote the article "Traditional Chinese Painting in the South of the Yangtze River" to express our love for the motherland.
I, a northerner, have just arrived in Jiangnan. When I opened my eyes from the May Day dream, I was immediately attracted by the thick green and dense rivers. The river winds in front of every house, and the water in the field is as level as the seedlings and the foundation of the house. Ducks catch bugs in it, with their butts up, a cheerful pastoral painting. This is not seen in the dry season like Qingdao. After a few minutes' drive, there will be a big river, which looks like a long green strip from a distance, winding on the mountain around the ridge, but it is full of whirlpools at close range, giving people a sense of dizziness. I know why it's called river instead of river.
There are all kinds of green trees on the roadside, and the trees are clearly distributed. Who cares? Just looking at her dense leaves, handsome branches and elegant charm will make your tired heart suddenly open and you can't help but take a few more breaths of fresh air.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River is warm and lofty, which makes us feel full of vitality. It will rain the next day, and the dust on the leaves will be washed away, revealing the color, from light green to thick green. Even black won't look old. Look carefully at the locust and pine trees on the roadside, stick your roots in the stone, hold your head high and give you a heartfelt respect. Fortunately, stones can love trees and raise trees, and trees will grow considerate. If you are not afraid of sticking out branches and playful blades of grass touching your eyes, just stare out of the window. There will be some red and pink azaleas and yellow rape flowers that flash by and then leave quietly. This was accidentally left by Pan Dongzi when he sang folk songs.
There are many rivers in the mountains. On one side are pieces of white stones exposed to the water, and on the other side is a flowing river. The deepest part of the river is egg green, and the shallow part outside is yellow. Due to the shelter of stones, the water body fluctuates, so there are white waves on the water surface. Are there as many waves in the field as rape blossoms? Play harmonious music. It's interesting that there are waves in the river and flowers in the waves. This is a landscape painting. We don't draw small fish. Fish should be in slow water. We drew three or a group of ducks, playing in the running water. Oh, don't forget, they are blinking happily in the water.
The Rocky Mountains are steep. On the one hand, it is full of vitality, on the other hand, it is a cliff. No moss. It leans between heaven and earth, washed clean with water, waiting for you to write a big article. There are many famous strange stones and many nameless ones. My peers are competing to sign up, such as mother-infant fun, Huangshan sculpture, and so on. Happy for a while.
Where there are stones, there are trees, where there is rain, there are forests, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. The feng shui here is very unique.
There are mountains and water, and naturally there are waterfalls. Deep in the dense tree-lined, a clear spring suddenly dripped out and splashed. Sometimes a stream flows out of the cracks in the mountain and gurgles, and the rocks play cheerful music; Sometimes I fall from the gap in the forest overhead, which really makes me fly thousands of feet. Suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.
Cloud is the soul of Huangshan Mountain, rising from the valley, emerging from the forest, dotted in the crevices, roaming between heaven and earth. The vigorous dragon looks up and competes directly; Chase and play like a puppy, end to end; More calm clouds will cover Huangshan Mountain tightly. After all, the wind girl would not agree, and sent a fairy to wave it with soft sleeves, revealing a corner of Huangshan Mountain. At this time, you should grab the camera quickly. The fairies in Huangshan play with the clouds too much, which is not serious. Nobody dares to say anything.
Clouds will also rain. The first time I climbed Huangshan Mountain, I tiptoed forward and it began to rain. Keep falling until you leave the foothills the next day. When climbing hard on the steps, the rain will scare you. Sweat and rain together, killing eyes hurts. When you reach the top of the mountain, she tames by your side, lingering in the breeze and drizzle. The rain in Huangshan Mountain is unique in spirit. It rains during the day and stops at night, but at night, she ties a knot on a branch and ticks you to sleep with tinkling springs, or it can add a sense of homesickness. In fact, she has her own obligation to clean the bamboo and pine trees in Huangshan.
In such a beautiful scenery, people are indispensable. We don't draw handsome mountain girls and handsome guys. Hard-working people should work in cities or mountains. Let's draw a quiet old man. She and Mazar are sitting on the side of the road. The crutches are close to you and can knock on your wheels. After a lifetime of hard work, they live in peace with the world, and now they have a happy smile on their faces. She greeted you with kind eyes and sent you away. Listening to our admiration for the beautiful scenery, our faces are full of joy and detachment. This is a close-up view. What about the future? We drew a group of huts deep in the forest. The roof is black and the walls are white. Because there are mountains in the distance, there are trees on them, and the dark green ones are black. The sea of clouds rising from the forest on the river is white. Of course, it's black. The clouds move and the mountains are heavy. Sometimes the mountains are under the clouds, and sometimes the clouds are in the mountains. Set off such a small house-sometimes like a fairy house in the clouds, and sometimes like a quiet place at the foot of a mountain. -plus the natural environment, she is somewhat aura.
Huangshan road insurance. The slope is tight and there are many orders, which makes people have no time to take care of the scenery on the road. Some people are so hospitable that she won't let you fall into the rut. When you sincerely walk into her house, you will immediately bring all the delicious food, so that you don't know what to eat. Huangshan is like this. When you climb breathlessly, strange stones, sea of clouds, waterfalls and strange pines suddenly come into your eyes, and you can't see them at all. When going down the mountain, I can only stare at my own feet, and I dare not look up, let alone look up. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff. Sometimes I stand still and look back for fear of falling a cloud. But can you turn around every step? Compared with her hometown Laoshan, she has many secluded paths, but she dare not look back. I don't know whether she should lament the loss or admire the unique charm of Huangshan Mountain.
Laoshan also has aura, strange rocks and sea of clouds, but like all northerners, it is straightforward, boring and lacks artistic sense. There are many forests, but there is a lack of green, which makes people fondle it. Mount Tai embodies China's 5000-year-old writing and painting, attracting many emperors and princes. In front of Mount Tai, all the characters are shallow and insignificant, while Huangshan has no dignified history and is calm and calm.
When I came down from Huangshan and drove to Qiandao Lake, I watched Huangshan go away step by step, followed the flowers and trees flying away from the window, and watched the stream flow down the waterfall. I couldn't help but feel lost. After all, I don't have the freedom and selflessness to "wave my sleeves without taking away a cloud".
I clearly remember the first time I went to Huangshan, holding a small umbrella and melting into a natural scenery with my companions in the intermittent rain. At first, I could fly as fast as a fly. When I got halfway up the mountain, my clothes were wet with sweat and soaked rain, and I began to rest wearily. Go up again, rest in three steps and sit in five steps. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I climbed the Swan Ridge. Looking at the foot of the mountain, all kinds of pine trees are looming, tempting me to forget my troubles and fatigue, as if reading a landscape poem and moving on with great interest.
The intermittent rain is the first impression of Huangshan Mountain. The ubiquitous fog, loose roots, handsome and tall mountains, dangerous roads and witty squirrels are the unique themes of Huangshan Mountain.
The next day, I experienced the danger of Huangshan Mountain. If it weren't for mutual encouragement from my peers and my female colleagues, I really couldn't climb Tianzhu Peak and Lotus Peak. But at noon, during the nap, the Buddha's light suddenly appeared in the sky, a very large halo, colorful, showing the magical power of nature. People cheered for nothing but to have such a good time on Huangshan Mountain. This is the wonders and wonders of Huangshan Mountain.
In Chun 'an, compared with Shan Ye, which is surrounded by roads, Chun 'an gives people the impression that it is a relatively prosperous town, clean, beautiful, developed and progressive. The most beautiful thing is that the lights are on, neon lights shine on the posters of Qiandao Lake, and the advertising paint reflects soft colors, which perfectly shows the layers in the advertisement.
Qiandao Lake is as beautiful as a fairyland, or more accurately, it is a fairyland sooner or later. At this time, Qiandao Lake was bathed in the blue sky, transpiration was like a cloud, and it was integrated with the sky, as if the whole sky had become a lake. As soft as smoke, elegant in green and elegant in black; Hidden three-dimensional, strewn at random and static cartoons can make people carefree and move like riding Crane Immortal on the way to dinner.
Fairy comes from fairyland. Even if he is not a fairy, he is a beauty and a poet. Is Shi's hometown roughly like this? Is Qu Yuan's hometown roughly like this? This ingenious elegance is very different from the fairy land in the north!
Penglai has immortals. Indeed, it is a spiritual place for immortals. But the mountains are majestic and broad, and the waves are steep, so it is also a dangerous place, suitable for generating heroes or heroes. For example, Li Xian, who dares to fight evil, is leaning on crutches, while Li Zhong, who is handsome, is licking his stomach. This is the uninhibited northerners, mountains and rivers.
Huangshan is the foothold of the mountain, so Xu Xiake said that Huangshan did not look at the mountain when he returned. Qiandao Lake is the destination of water, so it can affect Shi and Qu Yuan. Qinhuai River is night. Qinhuai River in the light and shadow is the poet's eternal dream.
Walking along the Qinhuai River, I couldn't help asking myself, is this the Qinhuai River that I repeatedly quoted in my dreams? Suzaku Bridge, which remembers Li's light footsteps, now people come and go without any gap, and the footsteps are full of noise. But when I see the houses with ancient costumes and operas on both sides of the strait, I will still be excited about the elegance here. When I saw the four characters "Qinhuai people", I suddenly felt a heat wave coming and shuddered. This used to be the place where literati and Dimfragrance recited poems and wrote poems. Today, it is still the laughter of southern businessmen and northern tourists. The Confucius Temple, which is close at hand, used to be a gift school for literati, but now it has become a good place for tourists to take pictures as a souvenir. Who can think clearly that Confucius, who was a strict teacher, would be with his neighbors? Things are different, the bridge is still alive and people have lost it; The river is still flowing, but the poem is dead. Only the boat, carrying around, is full of prosperity. It's really Lao Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan who flew into the homes of ordinary people.
This strong contrast makes me stand on the cutting edge of history and constantly compare and recall my eyes and heart. On the one hand, there are antique, romantic and elegant ancients, and on the other hand, there are busy tourists and vendors. In real life, we have few opportunities to calm, precipitate and sublimate our hearts. This is no longer the time to read ancient poems, let alone write them. But what we are doing now is to develop China's modern industrial landscape. On the picture scroll are Huangshan porters and these small traders, step by step unnoticed. In spite of hardships, they despise pity. They convey the modernization of the country with their own hands and shoulders, shoulder the responsibility of a family, and create the prosperity of history and reality in an ordinary and insignificant way. It's all yellow pine!
No matter the northern part of the south of the Yangtze River, no matter the Huangshan Mountain and Laoshan Mountain, no matter the historical reality, no matter the tourists and porters, they are all equally lovely. They make up a whole world. You have different feelings about the same world because you have different ideas in your heart.
I love my family and my country. I love the beauty of nature, and I marvel at its magical power. I am also surprised at the loss of time.