Have you read the article "Bamboo Tour in Southern Sichuan"?
People in China love bamboo because people in China like bamboo very much.
In the national quintessence of 3,000 years, bamboo is a poem, a wine, a song and a painting. It is an intoxicating and frightening female beauty and an oriental beauty. Wind, frost, rain and snow, different seasons, different colors of bamboo, people's evaluation is even different.
Shun Di made a southern tour and died in Cangwu. Two beloved princesses, E Huang and Nv Ying, are still mourning thousands of miles away, knowing that their husbands have left and both fell in the Xiangjiang River. Their mournful posture turned into a swaying bamboo pole, and the tears of crying Yu Shun turned into small bamboo spots on the bamboo pole, which was mournful and pleasant, with a long drizzle. This is the origin of Xiaoxiang. Later, Princess Xiaoxiang, Tears in Xiaoxiang and Courtyard in Xiaoxiang all came from this. After being rendered by masters such as Qu Yuan and Han Yu, people think of bamboo forest when they mention Mrs. Xiang, and women's tears when they see it. Especially when it rains lightly, small jade beads fall along the long and narrow green leaves, like crying, like lingering, like grief, heartbreaking. In the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, there is a kind of bamboo called "thorn bamboo", which is more round and transparent in the drizzle, as if dripping with delicate green. When I was moved, I gave people 10 thousand kinds of amorous feelings, and now it is even more attractive. Anyone wants to walk over and touch it gently, as if to wipe away the tears of beauty. This feeling of pity and helplessness nestles in your chest, which is the charm of bamboo rain. With pity, the gentle bamboo rain is coming again, and people will soon give birth to that eternal beauty.
Do you still remember the "Six Explanations of Bamboo Creek" in the Tang Dynasty and the "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" in the Western Jin Dynasty? Of the seven sages, I like Ji Kang best. Besides drinking, he died miserably and lived a handsome and romantic life. He was also a musician. In the bamboo forest, he wrote a song "Guangling San". There are many records about this song in ancient and modern books, but unfortunately it has been lost. I haven't heard of it, but I can let future generations imagine it at will ... At sunset, in the sea of bamboo, Ruan Ling and others sat on the ground covered with bamboo leaves, scalded a pot of chrysanthemum wine, or made a pot of bamboo tea, and a breeze blew through the bamboo forest. Ji Kang sat under the bamboo, dressed in a white robe, with a bamboo harp in front of him. A few beautiful girls are dancing in front of your eyes, waving colorful long sleeves and following the bamboo wind ... is it a poem, a painting, or a revived song "Guangling San" in poetry and painting.
Speaking of bamboo rain, you will think of bamboo wind. Bamboo rain is a woman's tears, and bamboo wind is a man's poem. Together, turned upside down, ups and downs, you can daydream. That is love and bamboo poetry.
Everything is born instead, no matter who it is, it should have a soul. The same is true of bamboo. In the bamboo pole, it is empty, with an air of innocence and integrity; At the bamboo joints, it is bulging, showing a proud and unyielding festival; Between the bamboo leaves, there is a rustle, cleaning up the endless flashy love of the world of mortals; In the bamboo forest, there are soft curtains of spring flowers and autumn moon. Occasionally walking on the bamboo path, in an instant, the platform is clear, the mind is clear, the breeze blows, the blood is relaxed, and the vast and clear air makes people feel the Zen world of abandoning distractions. This Zen world is the realm pursued by many Confucian scholars and Buddhists throughout the ages! Scholar-officials pay attention to honesty. The so-called Minister Day, National Day, Wife Day and Child Day only shine when it is windy. What is a high wind? Frost and cold wind. The colder first frost is, the more tall and handsome the bamboo stems are. The ancients called solitary pine, cold plum and proud bamboo "three friends of cold age", which has been told for hundreds of generations. You know, besides being tender, bamboo also has a stubborn and masculine side.
In the sea of bamboo, what shocked me the most was the vitality of one bamboo falling, ten thousand bamboos rising and going forward bravely. Bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots break through the ground, and then become bamboo, one year independent, two years mature, five years forest, ten years sea, so cycle, so reproduction, so tenacious! Among thousands of trees, momentum, watching the battle and will are tougher than perseverance, but I am the king of bamboo!
This is the soul, essence, mystery and spirit of bamboo. The so-called bamboo spirit is the spirit of China people!
The bamboo sea in southern Sichuan is different from other bamboo seas. There are streams, rocks, bridges and waterfalls in the forest, which are winding and high and low. If you stroll to the edge of the mountain spring of the bamboo trail, bend down, hold the refreshing spring water in your hand and splash it on your face, it will be cold and slippery. Stand up and take a deep breath to purify the air. Calm down again, close your eyes and listen. With your heart, you will feel the distant mountains hundreds of miles away in the endless bamboo sea. Then, you put your hands behind your back, hold your head high, and walk slowly and slowly. Over a bluestone rock, a hundred meters away, in the thin fog, a restaurant made of bamboo is hazy. A smell of meat, a smell that melts into the bamboo sea, but can't be defined by the taste of meat, is slowly delivered by the tidal breeze, which is bamboo rice. There are many bamboos in the bamboo sea. Wash a handful of white rice with clear spring under the bamboo, put it in a fresh bamboo tube, put a few pieces of bacon smoked with turpentine, cover it, light a fire on dry wood and bamboo leaves, stand up the pot and steam the bamboo tube. At this point, you tell yourself that all the major events in the world can be put down, and you just want to eat.
Su Dongpo said: "Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo." All elegant people plant a few bamboos in the garden. I remember in the Spring and Autumn Period, in order to repay Jiexiu, a benefactor who had retired at that time, Jin Wengong sent troops to force him to be an official. Jiexiu didn't want to, so he hid behind his mother's back in Zhushan. Jin Wengong set a fire, and in a short time, all the bamboos on the mountain were burned, and both mother and son were burnt into coke, but they never came out. A generation of hermits was born in Zhushan and died in Zhushan, which is also deserved. In Zhuhai, southern Sichuan, many ancient celebrities came, such as Li Bai and Huang Tingjian, who also lived in seclusion. Anyone who thinks that being an official is more important than being an official, and his personality is more noble than fame and fortune, will have a feeling of floating out of the world, and will give people the impression of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", and will like to plant bamboo and enjoy it with bamboo. This is the nobility of bamboo.
Besides celebrities, ordinary people also love bamboo. For thousands of years, people have been singing pleasing songs, sitting on bamboo chairs, knocking on doors with bamboo boards and tying bamboo rafts to drift. Sometimes I am excited to dance bamboo sword, play bamboo flute and my ileum, taste bamboo shoots for breeding, and write bamboo slips and fly away. People and bamboo, bamboo and people, after so many years, how can they be separated? Bamboo can be cut down and sent away, but it never asks for anything in return. This is the nature of bamboo, the nature of China people.
The most amazing thing about this bamboo viewing is to cross the bamboo sea by cable car. It is said that only bamboo sea in southern Sichuan has it. In the bamboo forest, you can thoroughly understand life and cleanse the world of mortals. What about above the bamboo forest? Don't you see the endless and magnificent jade sea and blue waves? In the bamboo forest, there are several families intermittently. Deep in the white clouds, several red cliffs are strewn at random, and the mountains are beautiful, all in poetry and painting. As the saying goes, "bamboo soul water is more common." Vaguely in the forest, thousands of streams stirred up layers of water mist and were surrounded by bamboo branches. Then it blends with the clear air overflowing from bamboo leaves, turns into misty rain and rotates and copulates. By an invisible force, the innocent spirit of the gods in the mountains and plains is condensed and generated, and thrown into the sky as much as possible ... Only by standing at high altitude and looking down, can we truly understand what a bamboo sea is, discover our own smallness, and appreciate the magic of nature.
This is the last winter of the twentieth century. At this time, the capital is chilly and desolate. How can Xiao's crazy songs and bold and unconstrained be compared with coming to see the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan? ! Surrounded by the beautiful guzheng in the south, to understand Zen, to meditate poetry, to transcend aesthetics, to pour tenderness, to wash the soul, to stretch the meridians, to dedicate yourself, to sharpen the soul, to explore the mystery of life and the greatness of the universe, to absorb the exquisite beauty of mountains and rivers and the essence of the sun and the moon, and to integrate yourself into this clean, clear and thorough bamboo world ... Only in this way can you.
If you come from China, you should have this spirit.
Pine is the skeleton of snow, and snow is the soul of pine. A pine tree on the cold cliff is unchangeable in the snow for thousands of years, a concise gesture that time can't engrave, a freehand brushwork of pictures, and a silent and flawless poem. Standing with cedar and white clouds, I don't know how many long-standing past events I carried, and how many sunny and rainy days I missed.
Pine trees sleep in ancient poems, absorbing the aura of the surf and also imbuing the vicissitudes of time. The branches and leaves that have experienced countless frosts and snows are still green and vigorous. Snowflakes are condensed, just like elves asking for cold and warm probes. In the ears of pine trees, they repeated ancient poems year after year.
Song of Songs by Chen Yi
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
Looking through Song Yong's poems casually, I can't help but be impressed by Song Qing written by Chen Yi. This incisive poem tells the story of Song Qing's noble and cold-resistant character as well as his indomitable spirit. The pine trees are tall and straight. Pine in the snow has an awe-inspiring heroism, which embodies the enthusiasm of soaring in the sky, symbolizing Chen Yi's open mind, the vigorous tension of heroism and the fierce struggle with the world. It is unforgettable and awe-inspiring.
We can't experience the era of smoke and dust, touch the backs of distant ancestors, and completely walk into the profound classical artistic conception, but the spiritual strength and lofty tolerance of pine trees can flow for thousands of years in the long river of years.
Du Fu (Tang), a new song under strict orders.
It is a weak branch that is conceited and uprooted. Soft voice invades the jade account, and the jade kisses the bead curtain.
No purple smoke set, empty and bright. When it is one hundred long, cover the eaves.
It seems like yesterday, but it has really gone through a thousand years. The wind and smoke in the Tang Dynasty have faded away, and I can still imagine Du Gongbu's slim figure in the thatched cottage next to Huanhuaxi, singing graceful and graceful poems on the railing alone. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty didn't know that this poet named Du Fu had a heart of caring for the country, the people and the world. He doesn't want to live in the corner of the yard like a pine tree for a long time. He doesn't want to run out of poetry and wine. Whether it is ancestors or present people, the heart of saving the world and serving the country has not changed. For thousands of years, the world has interpreted the same scene. It's just that it's hard for people nowadays to have such an elegant mood and pursue it on a pine tree. Du Fu's intention this time is actually to recommend talents and try to end his wandering career for many years. It's just that whoever is low will always be low. He needs a world to repay his ambition, just like the weak branches of pine trees, which will eventually penetrate the sky and reach the height of life.
Both of them grew up in the land of the Tang Dynasty and learned from the clear dew of the Tang Dynasty. Some pine trees have taken root in the yard and are looking forward to joining the WTO. Some pine trees are lonely and uncontested. When did Li Shangyin, a sentimental untitled poet, let go of the lingering affection of "meet again after a long separation, let alone meet again" and join Han Song as a companion to invite a monk? Life is gathering and dispersing, turning into a virtual shape. The soul is obviously extinguished in the fireworks of time, but only a few branches are lying in the mountains, not asking for parting. When Li Shangyin was frustrated, he borrowed pine trees to cherish his heart, stayed away from the noise and waited for the opportunity. He believes that pine trees can produce medicinal turtles in the future and be appreciated by the world.
Li Shangyin (Tang)
Gao Song stood out from the crowd and accompanied me to the end of the world. After the guests left Chu Qing, the monk came and kept silent.
There is an elegant charm in the wind, so try a quiet posture without snow. He visited Fu Gui in 2008.
Song Han Reform (Tang Dynasty)
Leaning on the empty high threshold is cold and dust-free, and the idle dreams of the past are about to be divided.
After first frost, you should see emerald green, and the cold sound in the middle of the month tends to smell.
The crying ape wants to bring the rain from Cangshan Mountain to He Ying and Zifuyun.
Don't compete with Dongyuan for peaches and plums. Spring still doesn't suit you.
Pine trees irrigated in North Korea have their own natural qualities. Pine trees with emerald coats can only show their cold beauty in the face of the adversity of flying snow. At that time, Han Gai was born in this way, regarded as the charm of literati's chastity, and regarded as a modest gentleman who did not serve the powerful and kitsch. If life is not a boat, whether it is exile or pursuit, it will drift with the tide. The world can't just look at a pine tree and take its tranquility and detachment as its way of life. You can't just stay in a narrow place and regard the starting point as the end point, just like waiting for a reincarnation of life. Pine trees need to be soaked in frost and snow year after year to be more vigorous, while life needs to be kept walking and pruning all the way to be more perfect.
Have a loose metaphor for yourself and a loose gift for others. Song Qing was written by Serina Liu, one of the seven sons of Jian 'an, for his brother. Cold in the ice and snow is really cold, and persistence in the ice and snow is really persistent. Serina Liu hoped that his brother would be like a pine in the snow, not showing fear of difficulties in bleak and bitter adversity, and not complaining about depression in a depressed and sad life.
Serina Liu (Eastern Han Dynasty)
The pavilion is loose on the mountain and caressed in the valley. When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong.
First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress have sex.
Song Yong Five Blessingg (Song)
The ancients have long cherished people's hearts and planted roads loosely until now.
If we can plant more plants today, we will see the eternal shade.
On the ancient road of Yiyi, we can't find the skirts of our ancestors, but Song Qing still stands, holding the dreams left by passers-by. Depressed and golden, the green picture scroll stretches under the blue sky, adding a little coolness to the world. The material of pine trees provides shade for hundreds of people in later generations, while the ancients planted pine trees with the heart of saving the world and caring for people. Since people are cold, we should keep people with distinct shadows, and they will be reborn from generation to generation and last forever. Who will complain about human feelings and criticize human suffering if this is done? How many times will such a good thing happen in the long journey of life? How many times will this be touched?
Harmony between people and things, the ancients planted plum as elegance, bamboo as loneliness and pine as essence. Bai Juyi is in his forties. Looking back on the past and exploring the future, he can only sigh lightly, and things will never last long. "If you know death, you will die." Over time, how many people in the world can surpass everything and regard fame as a cloud? Who will stop looking in a hurry and waste their good years?
Bai Juyi (Tang) in Two Poems of Planting Pines
Komatsu's foot is incomplete, and his beloved hand moves by itself. The background color is pale, and the clouds are wet and the smoke falls.
It's too late to plant me and grow into a gentleman. How to plant these 40-inch branches?
You have to see if it's cloudy. Life is 70 thin. I love you for hosting a party, but I pity you for being honest.
If you want to appear in court, you will grow up to be a gentleman before the court. If you know you are dead, you are Lingyun.
Who lost the cold in ancient times, so that warm memories can be preserved in this life. Who crooned poetry and let the pine wind wander between pen and ink? Looking back on that year, all the dynasties, who dominated and clamored for a while, paid a pale smoke and sunset, and peace is still the real eternity of nature! This pine tree will not imprison a pure heart for false ideals; I won't miss this indifferent life for the promise of vicissitudes. It is willing to lie in the mountains and soar above the world, with a cool breeze curtain and a bright moon pillow.