"Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water" is purely a noun. Why does it give people a feeling of distant artistic conception?
This is from Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sha Yuan Dynasty. Qiu Si is also his most famous poem.
Many people will feel sad when they see this poem, which gives people a feeling of distant artistic conception. Why do you feel this way? This has a lot to do with the tradition of our Chinese nation.
In China, which has a civilization of 5,000 years, our ancestors left us many cultural treasures. Including our classical thoughts.
For example, when we see those clear water and blue sky, small bridges and flowing water, geese flying south, and cottage tile houses in film and television dramas, there will be a touch. This kind of touch is nothing more than our traditional cultural accomplishment, and only we in China are born with it.
I have always believed that the disappearance of things will only take away the immediate and spiritual talents and last forever.
In this poem, dead vines, old trees and crows are all quaint things. People who live in big cities have seen what a dead vine crow is. These three things all represent an era and the traces of a period of time. The author combines the three into one sentence and paints a vivid picture from a one-sided scene.
Small bridge and flowing water? Is to show us a safe life scene. Everyone who works hard in today's big cities will want to go home and return to their hometown. Maybe we live in many places, but it's worth going back.
There is only one, and that is hometown. And this sentence just awakened the little helplessness in our hearts. The river flows slowly under the bridge, the houses on the river bank have been smoking, and several children are playing happily in the square not far away. How unforgettable and desirable this picture is. Although many people in modern times have never experienced this kind of life, when we see such a scene, the undeveloped feelings in our hearts will also be opened.
Ancient road, west wind and thin horse? It shows us the beauty of depression. On the desolate ancient road, there is not a pedestrian. I rode a thin horse and walked alone on the road. There was a westerly wind blowing head-on, and I was hungry and cold, and I had nowhere to keep warm. Such a scene is sad and needs sympathy. Although such a picture is beautiful, I don't think anyone will take the initiative to choose the experience.
The same is true of this poem, which combines the same things we can perceive and shows us a complete picture.