Selected readings of Huang's "Heaven and Earth have a Festival"

"Day what words zai? At four o'clock, everything is born. "

The eternal world is full of endless strength and beauty. Heaven and man are one, things and me are in harmony, and all beings love each other.

The vastness of time and space does not prevent us from listening to the deep feelings of heaven and earth. Generalized, but subtle.

The wisdom of life in solar terms is the agreement before the universe, and it is also the meeting of poetry and beauty.

Under the sky of farming, the greatest strength is seeds, and the most beautiful gesture is farming.

Heaven and earth have knots, four seasons have knots, and life has knots. The pronunciation of "Xie" is a simple and profound reminder. More importantly, this is a clear upstream wisdom of time.

I don't know how many immature children's voices will send out that clear echo in the depths of time: "Spring rain surprises spring and bright valley days, and summer is full of mountains and summer is connected." Autumn dew and autumn frost, winter snow and winter cold ... "

Second, beginning of spring.

When the sun passes through the clouds, a tube of fine hair flutters at the red fingertips.

Cross to Dai and leave like a new leaf. Every stroke is the awakening of mountains and rivers; Every weight has budding joy.

At this moment, the world seems to be transformed into flying strokes, which converge into scenic words from all directions, and the ears begin to think of the ancient sound of spring.

Time has since entered the boundaries of spring.

No season has ever won such a vigorous singing voice. Five thousand years of spring has been wandering in the plain and graceful poems.

Spring mountain and spring water, spring breeze and spring rain, spring grass and spring flowers, spring mud, spring night and spring heart, spring club and spring ploughing ... Such a complicated spring vocabulary seems to open a spring language world, which gave birth to an ancient poem.

Spring is not so much the beginning of the four seasons of Vientiane renewal as a conventional psychological picture. It became a loud prophet and spokesman, speaking for life, hope and love.

To your surprise, the first sound of spring is not in the wind, not on the water, but on the quietest and deepest land.

After beginning of spring, the earth sounded the horn. The horn is heard by the seeds under the residual load and the bamboo roots in the backyard; The distant mountain heard it, and so did the near water; The breeze is audible, and the drizzle is audible; Peach blossoms in the corner smell each other; The willows by the pond also heard it. ...

The call of spring spread all over your body and all over the world at the speed of blood flow.

If the land is the totem of the years, then beginning of spring is the initial heart of the land.

The ancients regarded "the east wind thaws", "the insects begin to vibrate" and "fish turns to ice" as three stages of beginning of spring. However, insects hibernating in the ground, cheerful fish in the water, this silent force, have you ever won the favor of poets?

Third, rain.

A drop of rain is no different from a little early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, just like the Mid-Autumn Festival is a drop of dew on the vegetation, the late autumn is a layer of frost on the Banqiao, and the winter is snow in the distant mountains. The different appearance of a drop of water gently turns into a string of beads of time.

The purification of the river of no return, the carving of dripping water wears away the stone, the deeper details ... the metaphor of time is full of the softness and firmness of water.

Water flows on the earth and also in the depths of time. Just like rain, it falls into the mountains and rivers of Wan Li, and it also falls into your heart.

Water is the freehand brushwork of time. Like rain, it is the precipitation of the soul.

The earth is like a giant who has been sleeping for a long time, waking up from the call of the east wind, from the throbbing of perennial roots, from the fetal sound of seeds, and from the singing of birds. At this moment, the blood, bones and meridians of spring are banging in the wind like flags.

In the trembling horn of spring, in the cold wind, a wet syllable is spreading all over the mountains. It is called rain.

What kind of blessing will be better than spring rain? One night's rain, several rivers and mountains, a thousand things. Poetry and spring rain, so closely woven together, can't tell whether poetry is misty in the spring rain or it falls in the spring rain.

Countless raindrops have nurtured the vast world and the people of the world. The Chinese character image of "rain" is full of five thousand years of poetry.

Even if it is not in the poem, which period of life does not walk with the wind and rain? Wind and rain are changing nature, isn't it a ups and downs of life?

No matter how long your life is, it will always be misty and rainy. Future and past, homeland and distance, home and country are all in the sound of rain.

Rain is the dialogue between heaven and earth and the playing of the heart. Therefore, listening to the rain means listening to the heavens and the earth, listening to the heart, and listening to all the voices of dreams and prayers.

Listening to the rain has always been a kind of tranquility and wisdom full of Zen. Sitting quietly listening to the rain, the solemnity in the rain is a kind of quiet and far-reaching breadth.

But the rain in the solar terms is not so smooth and gentle, and there are not so many twists and turns. Rain is rain, and it is the call of the sky for falling water.

Rain falls on rivers, fish smell the news of water heating; Rain washed the sky, and the geese in the south heard the call to return; Rain fell on the fields in the mountains, and plants sprouted the initial heart of spring.

The ancestors heard everything about life from the sound of rain, and they regarded "Rex sacrificing fish", "Later Yanbei" and "Vegetation germination" as the "three stages" of rain.

Rivers are the passage of time; Rain is the appearance of time. Plants wither, geese cross the north and south, and swallows come and go. They all care about time.