Writing poetry and prose in Zhouwanli

Zhouwan’s appearance is delicate in the spring breeze of March. Many people who have left Zhouwan and entered Zhouwan during this month have said that that kind of delicate temperament is unexpected. Word of mouth. Zhou Wan's weakness has since been given a layer of emptiness by everyone's words, careless and unsteady.

To talk about Zhou Wan’s weakness, we must first talk about his long history, because there are always many stories about Zhou Wan’s long history, and the stories of weakness are among them. If we don’t tell other stories, it will be a bit regretful. Many people will not recall Zhouwan and the place where so many beautiful stories have happened.

Zhou Wan’s long history begins with words. Leaving aside so many clan genealogies, I just use some stories that I have heard before and tell them to everyone. I don't have much knowledge, I'm just a translator. Although this does not seem to have much taste or memory, it is because of this narrator that I have become more serious and colorful. I have heard so many stories related to Zhou Wan, and I will circulate them endlessly. There will be as many Zhou Wan sentences and words spread as there are people who love Zhou Wan.

Zhouwan’s history is full of talented people, with rich landscapes and outstanding people. My grandfather's generation all believe in Buddhism, and there are also a lot of people who believe in Christianity. Grandpa said that whenever there are festivals between the two religions, Zhou Wan always looks the simplest. One way, there are two solar terms, and then there are the Zhouwan people who keep walking according to the solar terms, with laughter and tears, walking and singing.

My grandfather’s generation was much more vulgar, and most of the people in Zhouwan went to the fields with their trouser legs rolled up. Grandpa said that Zhouwan was popular at that time, with the most rural atmosphere. Although it was not too lively, there were still many people who loved Zhouwan. The fields and soil are the colors of Zhou Wan, and chatting and shouting are Zhou Wan’s character. Grandpa himself liked to get together with those people and talk about the good weather and good harvests in Zhouwan.

In Grandpa’s words, Zhou Wan is warm, because Grandpa himself is a warm person. Grandpa doesn't use the word "warmth", but people around him use it a lot, full of praise and affection. What grandpa said always makes sense, otherwise, why would everyone call him Zhou Wan's talented man? Talents are warm and affectionate, and Zhouwan is prosperous, so more than just my grandfather was born.

In Zhou Wan’s story, there are talented people, so they are beautiful. Although Zhou Wan's Feng Shui philosophy has nothing to do with talents or poetry and etiquette, it is precisely that kind of fashion that requires etiquette to maintain. The name is justifiable, but how to get it? The rules and rhetoric of each chapter are very particular. A lot of the knowledge my grandfather studied made me feel familiar. The cultural heritage of the older generation is the same as the previous generation.

My grandfather also writes poetry, and every talented person in Zhouwan is good at it.

In the months after the Jingzhe solar term, the temperature and taste of Zhouwan gradually change, and many ancient festivals will slowly come. According to the traditional customs in Zhouwanli, when festivals come, it is inevitable to write poems and couplets to celebrate and pray. The poems had to be written by talented people, and the couplets had to be written by people with good calligraphy skills. These two tasks, which were called major events by Zhouwan people, naturally had to be handed over to people with high moral integrity.

When my grandfather was young, he was favored by respected people and was responsible for drafting poems and songs for the twenty-four solar terms. Those tasks always came around. Grandpa said that the poems and songs of that era were extremely simple, with probably not much structure. As long as they were recited with rhyme and rhyme and the narrative was reasonable, they would probably be passed down as classics.

Grandpa’s poems were completed quickly, and the expert in writing poems was also quickly in place. Two people, two things, with the same mind. There are so many trivial things that need to be completed in Zhouwan, and every Zhouwan person moves forward in the same way. Anyway, those trivial things need to be completed in different ways, and each method is a style and a kind of conduct. Zhou Wan can see that everything comes from his heart.

"When the grains are on fire, the sun is clear.

The animals keep to the old ways, and the lamps illuminate the Buddha's heart."

I heard it from my grandfather. The poem is so simple. Grandpa does not talk about the background of the poem, but just describes those ancient traditions and stories. Therefore, I heard many stories from my grandfather, related to Zhouwan. Although there are still many people among them, the old time has long forgotten them, and they are insignificant old people.

One of the more common versions of the story is about Zhouwan Feng Shui. The calculator’s eloquence was so amazing that even grandpa admired him, not to mention how many people admired him in Zhouwan. In the impression of Zhouwan people, Mr. Spell Counter always travels around, and it seems that he can meet him unexpectedly wherever he goes. Those fortune tellers who really come into Zhouwanli are not restricted. They all have their own unique Feng Shui philosophy. When a woman in a house gives birth to a child, or when there is something wrong with a house, a calculator is inevitably called in.

Grandpa said that literati have a natural tendency to compare. When he was young, he was particularly disgusted with the calculators who came to Zhouwan. It seemed that those people who were idle all day came to Zhouwan to compete with them for food. General. However, thirty years later, grandpa felt a sense of sympathy for them. There are so many types of people in this world who can't get together or find the same topics, but the same literati can gather in one place. This is a kind of origin.

Grandpa also said that he still has many regrets in this life. He cannot pass on the poems about Zhou Wan, and he cannot really travel around Zhou Wan and the famous mountains and rivers in the world. There are classic chapters that he has not written, but they are buried in his mind that he cannot dig out now...

Grandpa's heart is to write Zhou Wan into poetry.

Many of my grandfather’s friends in the second half of his life have slowly disappeared from this world and will never be found again. The friend and calculator who once wrote poems with him have passed away many years ago. Grandpa said that the appearance of Zhouwan has not changed, only the people living in Zhouwan have changed. However, without people of the same era to talk and laugh about the past and present, the feeling of loneliness is always uncomfortable.

"The wind in March is like snow, and the plum blossoms are like peach blossoms."

My grandfather wrote this poem about the plum blossoms in Zhouwan in March 35 years ago, and the current situation of Zhouwan. The scenery is very similar. When the plum blossoms bloom in Zhouwan, they are still so bold and proud. Separated from the plum blossoms only by a dike, there are boundless peach trees. March is cold and freezing, so the peach blossoms bloom after the plum blossoms. An elder in Zhouwan said that the peach blossoms will bloom only when the plum blossoms have faded. This vague artistic conception also reminds me of some familiar artistic conceptions. Fortunately, Zhouwan has a delicate and long-lasting temperament. It doesn’t make me feel any more melancholy.

After the plum blossoms fade, the peach blossoms bloom, and the towers are far away in Zhouwan. Zhou Wanli's poetry years will really have to wait until the end of March to slowly fade away, or be awakened by the spring breeze again, or be poured out by the rain again. Anyway, it will not be peaceful. This year's roundabout farm work of sowing in spring, planting in summer, harvesting in autumn and storing in winter has always remained in Zhouwan and is engraved in the bones of Zhouwan people.

I think it is a poem and the most beautiful song of victory.