Emotional beauty in the depths of western bamboo

Emotional beauty in the depths of western bamboo

In the depths of Zhu Xi's west, a moment's leisure is an opportunity for the brain to empty. Everything we say is actually a sentence. Only good sentences can express our views well, and the positive role of words can not be ignored. Let's share the positive energy of 0 1 Zhu Xi's western emotional sentence.

Deep in the west of Zhuxi, I remember or clearly remember her appearance in the evening. The beautiful woman I met in the seventh grade, with flowers blooming and flowers falling, green bamboos clustered and red flowers as silk, sparkled in my young mind and snuggled up to my parents' arms like a woman. At first sight, I confirmed that I would protect my classmates who were unable to fight back.

I am a bully. I have been in kindergarten for a long time. Others went to a good school by virtue of their relationship, but I came to this strange girl's side. Her face, vaguely remembered, is like a splash-ink landscape painting, a face as pale as water, and the story of Diusim's big eyes when she smiled. She looked at me with a kind of divine eyes and fell asleep with her nose down and red makeup on.

In the rain, she sat in the seat behind me, squinting. Every day after that, I went out with her or went to the library. I even wrote a few jokes on the blackboard. She can laugh for a long time, and all the girls in the class get poor grades. I always say, "How was your day?" Therefore, in the eyes of girls, I am kind. My good friend Chen Fang is more and more infatuated with me. When I was away, he walked alone in the playground, and many girls surrounded her. She walks alone, just like a baby can't live without its mother. When she cried, when she laughed, her angry look was still reflected in my mind. We are classmates and competitors, but no one has ever found out.

When you finish reading the article, I don't want to show off my goodness, but for her lost after many years. The beautiful school is here, and that person is not that person. Where are you?

Zhuxi 2 Yangzhou's emotional beauty lies in me, that is, the fireworks are warm and rainy, and the tea is lingering; In my poetic imagination, a graceful, shy and charming beauty is charming in the beautiful calendar on the wall, separated from me by the other side of time and space. How many times, in the poem "An old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March", the imagination was allowed to overflow and the dream of visiting Yangzhou flourished. Boating in the blue water; Strolling under willow trees with drooping branches and leaves; Stop under the tree and smile at each other with the charming Yushu Qionghua; Or, with the blue tile cornices hidden by gauze lamps as the background, freeze the beautiful face and image. In the long reverie, the old face, the old time.

Finally, on that windy morning, my dream and reality set off together, like going to a long-awaited first date, and I was uneasy.

With the tour guide's explanation all the way, Yangzhou's past life gradually learned something in his dream. Yangzhou, a famous historical and cultural city since ancient times, has a profound cultural accumulation and is known as "the west of the bamboo sea and the left of Huaishang". Celebrities such as Zhang, Li Bai, Jiang Xie, etc. were deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou, and all left beautiful poems here, while romantic talents Du Mu and Yangzhou in the late Tang Dynasty wrote beautiful poems in rainy days. At that time, Emperor Yang Di dug the Grand Canal to see Yushu Qionghua, reaching Yangzhou, whose prosperous scenery is famous for Qionghua. So there is a legend that Jiangnan must visit Yangzhou several times.

When the car is driving slowly on the streets of Yangzhou, Yangzhou is like a woman who lifts the mysterious veil, and her face is gradually clear. Quiet and clean is the deepest impression left by Yangzhou. The streets are not wide, the roads are clean, and the Qionghua weeping willows are staggered and swaying on both sides of the road, with occasional peony mixed in. It is not noisy, not glamorous, quiet and calm. According to the tour guide, in order to protect Yangzhou's ecological environment, Yangzhou's urban construction is limited in height. No wonder you didn't see particularly tall buildings along the way. Yangzhou, which has no sense of modern city, has a gentleness and femininity like a boudoir and a show girl, which makes people relaxed and happy, and they can't help but approach it and fall in love with it.

The first one to visit is Yangzhou Eight Eccentric Memorial Hall. Because he dared to break the traditional painting rules when painting, he was aloof and arrogant, so he got his name. I have to say that the legend and talent of Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics have drawn a strong stroke for this ancient city with profound cultural accumulation. Most of the exhibits are used by the Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou, and the yellow ink can still feel their strong but helpless submission.

What I want in my heart is to remember Slender West Lake. A group of people hurriedly ended their visit to the Eight Eccentrics Memorial Hall in Yangzhou. In the misty rain and fog, the quaint and elegant "Slender West Lake" gate comes into view. Next to the green bamboo forest, along the long embankment, the slender West Lake with excellent charm is displayed in front of us, crossing the bridge and bypassing Qianchuan.

As the name suggests, the difference between Slender West Lake and other lakes lies in its thinness. Yingying Lake is quiet and graceful, with a slender river surface and a graceful charm. Wang Ling, a poet of Qiantang in the Qing Dynasty, said in a poem: "Weeping willows are constantly pulling weeds, and the wild tooth Hongqiao is painting. It is also a pot selling gold, so it should be called Slender West Lake. " The name of Slender West Lake comes from this, and few people remember its original name as Baoyang Lake.

March fireworks is a willow tree that keeps breaking. In the dream, Jiangnan is full of wine. When the lonely sail sails and the blue sky dries up, I realize that missing is always thinner than the West Lake ... Isn't it the slender and blurred West Lake that is deeply sung over and over again in this song? Like a jade belt fluttering around a woman's waist, a stream of water stretches gracefully into the distance like a dream. If Hangzhou West Lake is a plump and virtuous woman, then the slender West Lake is more like a graceful and pretty girl with unique charm. "Niansi Bridge is thick in the moon and Yangzhou is thin in water." The boat is on the water, and the loop is beautiful. Although it is not as bright as the waves, it also moves to change the scenery, just like a slowly unfolding ink painting scroll. That pool of lake water, in the drizzle, was gently touched by the breeze, causing shallow ripples. The original boat, which is still moored, is carved with jade fences, antique and exquisite. I declined the invitation of the boatswain, and accompanied by my friends, I loved the endless trip by the lake, and my brisk steps followed. When I am in the mood, I use my lens to freeze the beautiful scenery and graceful posture in front of the original boat, on the stone bench and by the curved bridge.

Speaking of shame, for a long time, I didn't understand whether the 24 th Bridge was a bridge or a 24 th Bridge, but that didn't hinder my yearning for it. When I saw the Twenty-four Bridges with tragic legends lying in front of me, I couldn't hold back my inner joy and rushed over. However, the 24 bridge is close at hand, but I was told that I can't step on the bridge. A lake of clear water coldly separated me from the water, and I was faintly disappointed. Unexpectedly, thousands of years ago, Du Mu, a romantic genius, left the frustrated officialdom under the witness of the moonlit night on the Twenty-four Bridges, and with alcohol and talent, locked his dream in a brothel woman's cosmetic box. From then on, the mountains and rivers were faint, and he was immersed in his nostalgia and sorrow for Yangzhou with his poems, or his deep affection of "the spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, but the bead curtain is not as good as it is", or "Twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, a jade man" looked back on my youth. When I first read Du Mu's classic "Twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, where can a jade man teach to play the flute", my gurgling imagination was a poetic and casual misunderstanding: on a moonlit night, Where is the person who knows that she pities her and understands that she loves her? Love, but not close. The most painful thing in the world is this. The old moon shines, and the scenery is still there, not the people of that year. As a passer-by, I'm afraid I can't see the scenery of Bridge 24 in the moonlight. It is not without regrets.

People are on a journey, and regret may be the real life. When I left, I felt sorry for myself, which made me see the charm of this place, just like my dream Yangzhou City. Yangzhou is misty and rainy, and there are no exotic flowers and plants; I was in a hurry and missed the ancient canal ... wait for me. I'll ask Qingfeng Mingyue to accompany me back to Yangzhou next March. Walking barefoot on the bluestone board in the misty rain, patting the railings of the bamboo building, going to the flower path of Geyuangui to burn incense, stepping on the endless flute of the silent 24 th Bridge in Leng Yue, taking a boat, folding umbrellas and washing away the glitz in the drizzle. ...

The most beautiful thing in life is the scenery missed by people who meet and miss. Many years later, it was the beauty of that missing corner stuck in the yellowed memory.