Large-size Xiao Huang, Talking about Meat 1000.

One walks the grass and the other walks the grass in Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers all fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Come to the vast grassland and be attracted by the subtle sound. That's the sound of grass relaxing from the bottom of the grassland; It is also the sound of grass tips and swimming clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. This is a kind of whisper that can't be heard in a crowded world. People's eyes and ears always stay in the glory of the world, forgetting that there is a deeper dialogue on the grassland. I gradually understand that in fact, the story of life and death in the world has long been contained in the ups and downs of nature, silently.

Show all this to people clearly, predict endless life, and also bring water out of the flowers. People must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to understand, but for every grass on this grassland, germination in spring and withering in autumn means a lifetime. People have no reason to boast about their longevity. People are not as good as a grass. There is no expectation for germination and no regret for withering. Suck up the water and sunshine that a grass should absorb, occupy the land that a grass should occupy, do its due duty, and then turn it into soil to make grass buds that germinate next spring. All kinds of grass are like this, as well as grasslands. I have been looking for where I can be more calm and where I can be taught to be more fluent; JaeHee disturbed the world, but he was constantly disappointed. Only then did I know what I was expecting. Mountains and rivers attract me from time to time, but I'm all thumbs. The steadiness of the mountains and the magnanimity of the water have nurtured the people of Ye Ping and the cattle and sheep in the grasslands. If the fragrance of rice and flowers on the edge of Tian She once made my heart breathe a sigh of relief, it was not only the hard-working cultivators who made them so, but also Ye Ping and running water. If Songtao in the depths of the mountain ever comforted me, it was the heart of the mountain that made me so. If the opening and falling of peach blossoms have ever brought me a sigh, then I must be grateful. It is the ethics of mountains, water, flowers and birds that have untied me. I have never seen a mountain, and all ethnic groups in the mountain, Qi Xin, work together to hold up the earth; I have never seen a lonely river, and there are thousands of water needs to meet. There has never been a peach blossom that never fades. They abide by the principle of life and death, and let the four seasons and the earth finish the story. Glory is the duty; Doing it is also my duty. The grassland in front of me is undoubtedly part of the relationship between heaven and earth. The harmony that attracts me is that the sky is boundless and unintentional, the mountains sit unintentionally, the grasslands sway unintentionally, the cattle and sheep bite unintentionally, and I am watching unintentionally. At this time, I am not only a rock in the mountain, but also a cloud swimming in the sky; It's half-stem grass, and it's also the hair on cattle and sheep. People can't stay out of the scenery. When I set out again, I was a walking grass, calling back my soul for me who was still addicted to the world of mortals. You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake. Then my memory made a skirt with ripples, and even loneliness was embroidered with brocade. At this time, I am young and beautiful. The autumn wind dispelled the cold silence on the earth, and there was a whisper in the sun. I listen attentively, but all the news about you in the wind is called silence, and every time I miss it is called forgetting. I shouldn't blame you for not reading Ye Zhi's affectionate poems to me, because we didn't meet head-on, but you happened to pass by my lake when you were too tired; I shouldn't blame you for holding your breath with a buttonwood leaf, because your inner anchor is too heavy, and you don't expect another adventurous voyage; I shouldn't blame you for buying my eternal memory with a moment of lovesickness, because you have a pair of flying wings and are destined to travel far away from me. You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake. Then, the voice of wings trembling gradually moved away from my fear. But your leaving didn't calm me down, so I fell into a whirlpool of sadness. The beautiful wavy lines merged into resistance and surrounded my heart. You woke me up from the depths of my dream just to tell me that you want to use a kite to stay away from the rain in June, and I can only stay where I am. I sealed all our secrets in the Woods and gave them to autumn. I hid in my autumn clothes and recalled my mood at that time-it was an eternal dragonfly dream, and it seemed that I woke up before I started. You are a dragonfly, and you touched the center of my lake. I mistook the ending for the beginning, and I still can't believe that the fate with you is gradually spreading with the ripples. You broke through my sight and disappeared into the blue sky. So I know. You are no longer a dragonfly, and I no longer have a lake. Mei Wen 1, a famous writer, and Peng Xueming, Wuzhen, Yimo, said Wuzhen is Wuzhen, Yimo, because the background color of Wuzhen is dark. The faint ink color makes Wuzhen look particularly quaint. Wuzhen is like an old man, standing, sitting and squatting for thousands of years. It is self-serious, calm and solemn, and of course it is also very vicissitudes and simple. A piece of coarse cloth has been worn for 3000 years, a pair of gray trousers for 3000 years and a brown quilt for 3000 years. 3,000 years without heavy makeup, 3,000 years without showing off, 3,000 years is true colors, difficult! However, it is the color and true colors that have remained unchanged for 3,000 years that have made Wuzhen a success, making Wuzhen famous at home and abroad through time and space with a silent force. Wuzhen is old, but it is tough and refreshing. Just like wine, the older the better. The mottled wall is just a layer of calluses from its weathered years. The weeds on the top of the wall are just a few whiskers. And those shallow and faint moss are a little old spots caused by the hardships of its life. Streets paved with slate run through every corner of Wuzhen, long or short, narrow or wide, straight or curved. It is the root of Wuzhen that cannot be cut. Without every street and lane, Wuzhen will be chaotic and unorganized, and Wuzhen will become a stagnant pool and a dead chess game. People in Wuzhen will not be able to get out of their own eaves, so they can only sit and look at the sky. Older people have many old memories, and those in their prime also have many unforgettable memories. No matter who you are, as long as you walk into these small streets and alleys in Wuzhen and set foot on every shiny bluestone, you will wake up many dusty stories and give birth to many deep reverie, and you will be covered with antiques involuntarily. Not to mention Dai Wangshu's "Ancient Fragrance and Lilac", let alone the girl who wrote a poem by Dai Wangshu. Wuzhen has plenty of gentle rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and some girls with umbrellas and hats are raining. Because Wuzhen itself is a bunch of lilacs in the south of the Yangtze River. You are lucky to have Jiangnan women, and there are Jiangnan women on the back. Both of them are smiling and sipping. Both of them are rare in peach blossoms, and both of them are making eyes at you here. Which one do you choose? Which eye can moisten your love dream more? Which piece of autumn water can better diffuse into your gentle dream? If it is difficult, don't worry, follow them, go to their home and go deep into Wuzhen. Maybe the answer is there. When you get home, wuyue Soft Language will give you your seat. Although the yard has a size, it is a style. The wall facing the street is made of wooden boards, and the wall facing the street is made of refractory bricks. Open a window on the street side, or open a shop, or watch passers-by. In the courtyard, there are green flat bricks, waterside pavilions, embroidered buildings, cloisters, carved doors and windows and wooden beds. The doors, windows and wooden beds are really beautiful. Flowers bloom on it, birds crow on it, butterflies dance on it, fish swim on it, and vegetables, crops and poultry fly and grow alive on it. Maybe they spent their whole lives for a good house and a good bed, so they tried their best to carve their wisdom, glory and lifelong dreams on it and leave them to future generations. Those big families, even if they have a few entrances and exits, are not arrogant and extravagant, but they spend money like water and show their wealth. Whether rich or indifferent to poverty, Wuzhen is reserved. Let's say Xujiating Hall, Zhujiating Hall and Zhangjiating Hall. They are so magnificent inside, but they are as ordinary as the poor outside, like a small jasper, and they are integrated with the whole Wuzhen. Therefore, no matter how you look at it, Wuzhen is a little dull, a little elegant and a little gentleman. Those who strike while the iron is hot, those who dye cloth, those who sing opera, those who do business and those who wear official clothes all inadvertently reveal a kind of peace and a kind of literary spirit. I don't know if everyone grows flowers and birds, or if everyone knows how to hyphenate. Time and years just can't cover up the faint book fragrance of Wuzhen people. What is this? Maybe it's the red lanterns hanging in front of every household, maybe it's the printed dyed cloth floating from all the alleys, maybe it's the soft voice of Wu Yu floating from all over the city. After dyeing a piece of cloth, weaving a bamboo basket, or burning an altar of old wine, Wuzhen people will come out in twos and threes, or lean on their doorsill with a cattail leaf fan, or come to a street theater like chayuan with teacups to listen to the wind and talk about the past and the present. Stories, news, legends and marriages all make Wuzhen more gentle. Perhaps this is the origin of Mao Dun's masterpieces such as Midnight, Lin Jiabao, Spring Silkworm, Autumn Harvest and Dong Can, and the characters in his works may be these folks. Yes, there are many people in Wuzhen, but one Mao Dun is enough! A Mao Dun is enough to make Wuzhen proud, and it is enough for too many people to compare the town. Actually, it's more exciting on the water. The water in Wuzhen is turbid, far less clear and sweet than that in Xiangxi, my hometown, but the water in Wuzhen is born for Wuzhen. Without Wuzhen, there would be no winding water lane. Without this winding water lane, there would be no water. Without water, Wuzhen has no water color, no aura, no life and no soul. The water in Wuzhen was born for Wuzhen because the river in Wuzhen was artificial, and this canal was settled here because of Wuzhen. If it hadn't been for a good marriage with Wuzhen, the canal wouldn't have gone so far and wouldn't have flowed here to get along with Wuzhen day and night. So the relationship between Wuzhen and water is the relationship between blood and water. Blood is thicker than water, and blood also melts in water. This floating lane is the blood of Wuzhen. On the soft vein, it is every cell and every detail of Wuzhen. Rent a grasshopper boat and we will sail into the ink painting in Wuzhen. The long water lane, like a freehand brushwork, faintly depicts the two banks and outlines two straight landscapes. Houses with black tiles and white walls stand on both sides, half living on the shore and half jumping into the water. Like a group of naughty children, they put their feet into the water and put their hands into the water, teasing a river of fish and shrimp. Although they are not as majestic and tall as my diaojiao building in western Hunan, they are small and exquisite, with the same result. A daughter's face often emerges from Shui Ge's window. Either the lady written by Mao Dun or our cousin in Jiangnan. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. So you feel that the scenery of a river is illuminated by this daughter's face, and all the river basins are sisters Lin who fell from the sky. Originally, it was the same. You see, beside every river port on the shore, on every bank of a river port, in every veranda on the bank, and in every beautiful woman in the veranda, you will see a cousin who washes clothes and washes rice, a cousin who picks flowers and embroiders, and a cousin who is waiting for love. Beauty, shit, what is it? Beauty says it's a special tool for the daughter of the water town, in every corridor shed by the river. Whether it's a man or a woman, you can rely on it. Depend, you are a beauty; Relying on it, you will have a kind of beauty. Sitting on the boat, watching the scenery, thinking about the beautiful scenery, tasting the "three whites" wine brewed by Wuzhen men with white water, white flour and white rice, and tasting the aunt cakes handmade by Wuzhen women, the taste of Wuzhen will be all. You will never stop thinking about it, and you will be so happy that you will forget to go home. Then, you stay, that is, the characters written by Mr. Mao Dun, and the plots and paragraphs of Wuzhen in the Millennium. (selected from American Classic Literature,No. 1 1 in 2008) 3. Xu Nantie, Soul of Yugutai I met Xin Qiji in Yugutai. Eight hundred years have passed with medals, and Yugu Terrace has been repaired several times, but Xin Qiji's dignified figure overlooking the railing lingers on the stage. Are you still overlooking the river? This river is definitely not the one it was eight hundred years ago. Eight hundred years ago, the nomads from the Golden Army invaded, causing untold suffering. You sigh how many tears Qinghe has. Nowadays, a magnificent footbridge has been built on the abandoned city wall, with pedestrians on the bridge and wooden boats under the bridge connected. Are you still listening to the partridges on the other side of the mountain? The partridge on the other side once felt wronged for your ambition and sang a song "Cool and Good Autumn" with your heart. Today, your partridge has flown into the depths of history. On the other side are factories and residents. The descendants of partridges only sing ancient tunes in the mountains farther away. When I was young, I read your book Qingjiang River under the Fishing Drum. I lived in Ganzhou at that time, but I didn't know Yugutai was in the northwest corner of Ganzhou. I even know that the Gaofu, which is called Tianluoling in the city, is the high platform for you to "look at Chang 'an in the northwest". I rushed to ride, hoping to appreciate the melancholy, desolation and Liao Miao's sense of history according to your heroic spirit. Unexpectedly, the red painted courtyard door was locked by an iron. Looking up, the faction of Yugu Platform is in a terrible state of decline, gloomy, cold, depressed and even incomplete. Only a few gorgeous clothes hanging on the stage can see a bright color. However, against the blue sky, the cornices of Yugutai are still aloof and awe-inspiring ... Today, we finally meet at Yugutai! Today's Yugutai, with red dots and green, looks brand-new, like a suit. I believe that as a poet, you will not lament the rise and fall of a Yugur platform. Your figure does not fluctuate because of the rise and fall of Taiwan Province. Yugutai on the second floor is only 15m high, but Ganzhou has a panoramic view because it is built in a high place. Ganzhou is not a transportation hub, and there are not many tourists in Yugutai, except for the occasional gathering of local literati. It's better this way. I can calmly face this boundless mountain and river with my favorite poet, and let infinite thoughts come to my face. I asked Xin Qiji that Yugutai had received so many hymns in its history of more than 1000 years. Su Dongpo, Wen Tianxiang, Dai Fugu, Li Mengyang ... are all writers. Why are you the only "Bodhisattva-level person" who has become a swan song? Xin Qiji said nothing. I stared at his silhouette for a long time, and that very familiar expression gradually became Qu Yuan, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Lu You and Gong Zizhen ... I suddenly understood! My consistent answer is that the spirit of taking the world as one's responsibility, which runs through China culture, shines brightly in Xin Qiji's ci. Aren't the feelings of "countless mountains" and "worrying about the river at night" the notes aroused by the pulse of China culture? Hunting in the river wind in the spirit of taking the world as our responsibility. If people go, this spirit will not go; Taiwan Province is falling, and this spirit will not fall. Even if the turbulent river dries up, this spirit will spread quickly ... Xin Qiji is still wandering on the fishing drum platform. I walked down the steps and looked back at the Yugur platform for a long time. Perhaps, people in the past dynasties have repeatedly practiced it just for the sake of a piece of Dan Hong in Xin Ci? Soul of china full of Yugu platform!