Qingshixiang prose
Every young artist has an ancient town plot in his heart, especially the quaint Qingshi Hutong. That long quiet bluestone alley, one connected to the other, one end connected to the other, goes around like a maze. You never know what you will meet in the next second, an elegant and affectionate girl or an old man with years of precipitation. However, no matter the former or the latter, they are all in the hazy and blurred rain lane. You can't catch him, and don't try to explore his trail.
Rain is particularly attached to the simple bluestone alley. Whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter, she always wanders in the long alley. She fell from a cloudy day when the black ink turned over. She dripped slowly from the wall of Cheongwadae, winding down. She tapped the green slate in the alley, and her body was quietly covered with a touch of dark color, which infiltrated the happiness of a heart. Gradually, the water drops became a thread and the water fainted. Bright cyan has turned into thick black, with a little light, a little more thick, a little less warm and cool, and a little more cool. The long and elegant alley becomes blurred. Whose girl is that?
An oil-paper umbrella blocked the noise of a century; A head of hair, holding the sorrow of many teenagers; A cheongsam, swaying countless times of colorful embroidery glory. The girl who tiptoed from the picture of a lady was lined with a long, quiet bluestone alley, unable to see her face clearly, but vaguely familiar. Who is she? Unexpectedly, she had already passed by, and the oiled paper umbrella covered her eyebrows, leaving only her moist lips and faint fragrance floating in the wet, all of which were soothing and elegant. Gradually, she disappeared in the misty rain and the alley far away.
What are the things in the alleys of the city that are yellow by the rain? The dream of Iraq can't last long, fireworks are scattered all over the ground, and a song is sung when it falls forever.
Qingshixiang Prose 2 is misty and rainy, and an umbrella holds up endless thoughts and melancholy. In a short time, the fragments of the past followed; At this time, we can't help asking ourselves, so we can't let go. Is it nostalgia for love or sentimental yearning for the world?
Once upon a time, I came to the alley again. Nowadays, memories of the past overlap with reality; So, with a little dull, I set foot on the green slate. This alley is neither wide nor narrow. From one end to the other, it contains the memories of generations. Strolling among them, children's frolicking and old people's gossiping are all familiar. Unconsciously, I seem to doubt what I am looking for. So, the further we go, the clearer our vision becomes. A few rays of morning light penetrated and projected on the bluestone board, and the humidity in the alley gradually faded away. The dew in the morning, attached to the moss, was penetrated by light, as natural as dew, and the cool cyclone added a little warmth. I can't help but stop and look back at the road I just walked. Although there are only three or four steps, there is a feeling of long separation ...
People's lives seem to slow down infinitely here. I don't know whether light abandoned here or time abandoned here. There are several buttonwood trees in the alley, with uneven leaves and swaying shadows. Every midsummer afternoon, you can always see several old people sitting under the tree. If you listen carefully, you will find that the old people have changed the topic of yesterday. Slightly different, this topic, which seems boring to us, has become an indispensable part of the lives of the elderly. There are always some food stalls near the Qingshi wall, and there are always some people shouting, which also makes Qingshi Lane a beautiful scenery. The surrounding houses are all about the same age and have experienced the baptism of wind and rain. There is still a little moss in the gap between the tiles on the roof, stroking the mossy gravel on one side, and my hands are getting more and more painful. This place is empty, but it is still a spiritual conversion.
Finally, I walked into an inconspicuous shop and looked up: a mottled plaque came into view. Come to think of it, I was a little tired, so I pushed the door open. The walls of the shop are covered with traces left by years, and there are faded beams with holes. At noon, a simple walker, a cup of quiet fragrant teas, a few dark worms and the green rising in boiling water were silent with me. They are also very enthusiastic, but I prefer to be with them rather than the noise outside. In this way, quiet and clear secretions and bustling enthusiasm seem to be adjacent and unrelated, but they get along well. This is the "Qingshi Hutong" in the eyes of the world.
In addition, there is a lot of rain in Qingshi Lane. Soon, the rain fell from the dark sky, rubbed into the blue tile wall in the lane, slipped down the gap in the wall, and dripped on the bluestone board, spreading several dark colors layer by layer, turning the raindrops into running water and trickling into people's dry hearts. Silence, every time we meet in the rain, we quietly daydream for a while: people jumping in the alley are not in a hurry to ask questions, and polite words have always been indifferent; Once Qingshi Lane was deserted, which was unspeakable loneliness. ...
When I got home, the rain stopped, and a bleak cold wind roared, blowing up a little dust in Qingshi Lane and turning it into tears, drifting away and disappearing; The heart has been taken away, and the bleak wind is gone but nowhere to be found. Who, until what time, looks up at the sky and only sees the rainbow, looks back at the wind and shows no dust; Perhaps the water flows eastward, and things are different; It was fate that passed by, and "Qingshi Lane" passed away in retrospect.
Qingshixiang prose 3 servant all the way, hope all the way.
Approaching again, I walked into the quaint and quiet house and strolled in the alleys paved with bluestone slabs. I am so calm and comfortable.
Yes, long time no see.
Believe it or not, I must say it and let you know that Huizhou, which is far away, heavy and smells of sandalwood, has been imagined thousands of times. Once you get close, you will be infected and involved in its delicate and gentle feelings, so you have to blend in and be quiet.
In the morning light, just like a woman passing by, her figure is graceful and her steps are light, just like a dream. In the sun, it looks like a kind woman, with fine features, elegance and gentleness, and every move exudes gentle charm.
Against the backdrop of mountains and rivers, the quaint and elegant atmosphere of Tang Yue Paifang Group comes to my face. Seven tall and elegant archways are arranged according to "loyalty, filial piety, festival and righteousness", so that the political, economic and architectural arts of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are truly and accurately presented to every visitor again.
Located in Shexian County, Guoxu Stone Workshop attracts worldwide attention for its exquisite craftsmanship and simple and unrestrained momentum. No matter from which angle, it is so calm and powerful, so magnificent. Imagine who else can be called the "Arc de Triomphe in the East"?
Stepping into Chengkan Village, I can't wait to see pieces, piles and strings of golden red and lush scenes. At first glance, all kinds of crops, such as red pepper, corn cob and golden pumpkin, are placed in an orderly way and spread out. Is this the legendary autumn day? It's really a farmhouse, delicious. Looking up, the wind is whispering in the lotus pond, and the residual lotus is swaying; In the distance, the mountains are surrounded by water and smoke is curling up. Step by step, the scenery is picturesque and the plants are fragrant. The smell of ancient villages comes from Mu Feng, and people's good wishes to travel in the painting world complement each other.
According to the tour guide, Bagua Village is a treasure trove of geomantic omen in Huizhou, which has left many pious eyes and footprints throughout the ages. I have heard about it for a long time; A few days ago, the treasure hunt in the ancient town of the "Idol Comes" crew once again pushed Cheng Kan, a "village girl in the mountains", into everyone's field of vision. Fortunately, the pure beauty and kindness in the bones, as well as the villagers' habit of sunrise and sunset, remain.
Walking through the rows of houses and enjoying the magnificent classical art, in addition to heartfelt amazement and joy, it will also breed some thoughts.
The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated; The piety of the ancients should not be underestimated; The rigorous and delicate style of the ancients slowly overflowed in bit by bit, even in a stroke. This is the charm, and it also conforms to the enthusiasm of future generations to make the past serve the present and explore the present. I have little experience, I don't know the world, and I don't know all kinds of reasoning. But through this series of pictures, I was deeply moved by such exquisiteness, just as you made me feel. I don't need publicity, just care about the meeting.
Everything has its relativity, and procrastination will eventually lead to loneliness and self-styled; Only by deleting the complex and simplifying it and absorbing the beautiful can we slowly develop in the inward direction in the flow of time and let everything return to the original beauty we want in our hearts. This is not your exact words, but I know it is your intention.
Wandering in the criss-crossing countryside and in the misty landscape gallery, the heart is quiet, like a picture scroll between the eyebrows, gentle and demure, romantic and tender.
I think I really belong to the ancient town. The indifference and tranquility hidden in the bones have verified this feeling again and again. I am convinced that your arrival is a satisfaction.
But there are some details you don't need to know; There are some plots you must know: that is, there is a person-you, like the ancient Huizhou, deep in my soul, like a shadow, from the beginning to the present. ...
It is quiet and beautiful here. I like it. I don't think I'll leave ... where did I hear that? I can't remember for a moment, it is so straightforward and so warm.
Aside from everything, I searched everywhere in the residential house of Blue Wall Dewar and in the maze of Gu Xiang.
I want to come, is there a simple and safe woman like me who left this world for a meeting long ago because of her obsession? Is there anyone who, like you, is willing to keep a garden just for this Millennium encounter?
Think of that dream, I am alone in the dream, facing the shaky wind and rain, at a loss; And you, at that moment, just passed by, stopped, smiled and said to me, nothing, I am here. ...
Thinking like this, my lip angle has risen slightly unconsciously.