What does the willow stand for?

Those who know Eight Scenes in Guanzhong must be familiar with Baqiao Wind Flocculation. As early as the Qin and Han dynasties, people planted willows on both sides of Baqiao River. In winter, catkins fly like snowflakes. The ordinary and towering Bahe River flows continuously from the southern foot of Qinling Mountains to Chang 'an, and the Bahe River keeps flowing. The Ba Long Bridge connects the two banks, and the green willows of Bahe River touch the scenery of Kyoto. At that time, Qin Shihuang swallowed the mountains and rivers to destroy the great country, and gave Wang Jian, the general of wine, on the bank of Baqiao Bridge; Zi Ying, a descendant of the emperor, held a seal at Baqiao Bridge and surrendered to Liu Bang. All-powerful Huang Chao came, and Fang forced Tang to Baqiao. General Zhang and General Yang, who shocked the world, launched the "Double 20" Incident. Zhang Xueliang drove to the Bahe Bridge and wept to discourage angry students from marching. These heroes are heroic and brave, and they all render an exciting historical picture in Baqiao. It still remains in the annals of ancient and modern scholars. "Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream broken Qin Louyue. Every year, Fuling hurts. " Is Chang 'an's bustling Leyuan Scenic Area as cold as it is today? Li Bai's robes were flying on the bleak Xianyang ancient road, and the west wind was blowing the towel that left people mercilessly. Only the tall mausoleum of the Han family looks lonely in the bloody sunset. I clearly saw Li Bai looking at the high wall of Chang 'an and sighed: "One is to move to Changsha, and the other is to look at Chang 'an in the west." Then walked away with a disappointed expression. Eight bridges! Baqiao, how many wanderers have you paid attention to? ! The willow color by the bridge is still green year after year, and the running water under the bridge flows relentlessly day and night. Endless parting thoughts floated into the water with the flying catkins of Baqiao, and no one can remember how many officials and ministers Baqiao sent away. The Lombard River is an unforgettable historical site. When walking on Baqiao Bridge, it's natural to hear "My head is facing the water, and my mood is myriad". ".The rain leveled the sand bank, and spring came back to Liuqiao. "This poem. On the banks of Bashui River, grass and willows pile up smoke. On both sides of Baqiao Bridge, willows are shaded and catkins are flying. Baqiao Bridge, immersed in cyan, has been deeply engraved in my mind as an image of injury and departure in the sense of ancient customs. The weeping willows on both sides of Baqiao Bridge are full of cold smoke, inextricably linked, still living in seclusion, saturated with the breath of infatuation. Baqiao and I stood there silently looking at each other, speechless, imagining the distant distance, imagining the sadness of choking and holding hands, and at the same time giving birth to the feeling of "old customs hurting parting". This Baqiao, this Bashui and this willow have witnessed countless heartbreaking willows and Baqiao since ancient times. Once again, it reminds me of Li Bai's song "Willow color year after year, Baling hurts to leave". It seems that Meng Haoran's footsteps can still be seen when riding a donkey and enjoying plums in snowy days. Zhu Ji's description of the landscape of "Baling Liuxue" is: "The stone road of the ancient bridge is half inclined, the willow color is green and the eyebrows are swept, the shallow water is flat and the sand is deeply hated, and the sheep are eager to write poetry." Still in the depths of my memory, I can't retreat for a long time. Here, I walked past Qin Shihuang, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu. Here, with the widespread spread of Li Yi's poem "Willow is proud of its spring shore with smoke and climbs pedestrians every year", there are willow growers and climbers every year. Even if there were gloomy sunsets, lone stars, waning moons and breezes in the pre-Qin, late Han, prosperous Tang and late Qing dynasties, and there were many light rains, heavy thunder, mist and cold dew, I could really touch people's sad parting and sad death in vague tears. That "willow", the "willow" of Baqiao, not only sent the blessings of relatives to the travelers who traveled far away, but also reconciled the word "stay" with deep affection. Here, willows are not ruthless things, climbing and planting year after year; Here, leaving is not leaving, and returning is not returning; The continuous filaments here shed tears one after another, and the feelings are longer than wicker. The catkins and willow leaves here are all tears of pedestrians. The world loves this, persistent, determined and affectionate, how can a word "love" be won! That "love" is a huge soul of life, which embodies the voice and vague sobs of where you are going. It is true and beautiful, a stunning swan song, and an unforgettable hope. The water goes east, and the dead are like this. The ancient bridge is still there, the ancient willow is still there, the ancients are there, the * * * bridge and the * * * willow. Compared with one of the eight scenic spots in Guanzhong, "Sunset at Mount Lishan", another scenic spot in Guanzhong, "Yangliu Snow", with clear water and catkins dancing with the wind, has fascinated countless literati. The phrase "Farewell every year, snow flying on the Baqiao Bridge" has been circulated since ancient times, representing the Baqiao Bridge and willow trees that shed tears, and full of an ancient life situation or sad complex in ancient times. Although the farewell person has gone far away, there is another village every year; Year after year, it is drizzling. Those voices and words have not drifted away in the years; The prayers and wishes in my heart have not disappeared in history. They walked out of the ancient poems covered with tears one by one, still stormy and still hurting tears. Baqiao is always a heavy bridge; The willow is always a sad willow, and the lingering sadness that pervades Baqiao is all because the willow with delicate branches and leaves like rice grains has soaked many tears and filled with love that many crying hearts have been stuck. Baqiao Liu is graceful and affectionate. They just pulled out the round tender buds from the smoky wind in March. The virgin green, like a handful of chilling spring water, has swept through our hearts. I stood on Baqiao, leaning against the bridge and stroking the railing of the bridge, deeply immersed in the impression of the ancients. I saw rows of willows woven into smoke clouds, stretching to the distant horizon or a lonely journey. Suddenly I was in a cage of light smoke, and my mind was printed with the scene of the ancients breaking willows and hurting him. Naturally, something in the center of the river fluttered in the wind like catkins. The breeze blows gently, the coolness blows gently, and everything in front of us looks ancient and modern. On the bridge, a few simple stones propped up the gray cement precast slab, but there was still an "empty" muffled sound when stepping on it, but there was no simplicity of the ancient wooden bridge and the unique dazzling charm of the bluestone slab bridge. Baqiao Bridge is close at hand but out of reach in our hearts, and the smoke willow is clear and ethereal in our dreams. A narrow song of Baqiao willow suddenly sounded in my ear: Baqiao willow can't brush away the smoke, but it can't keep my concern. I am in spring. In that late autumn, do you know the helpless wind and frost flowing on my face? Baqiao willow can't cover my eyes and hold my hand. I'm in a dream. Then you will know that the old Qin opera is more than just a glass of wine. While listening to this song "Baqiao Willow", Wang Wei, who can "persuade you to have a glass of wine" in the morning rain, light dust and green willow color, is still singing Liu Yong, who is "sentimental and sad since ancient times, but should be snubbed in the autumn festival"! ? The simple orchestration of the electro-acoustic band, coupled with the three or two taps of the stringed lute, inadvertently evoked a touch of sadness. On the outskirts of ancient Chang 'an, next to Baqiao Pavilion, the wind gently blows willow branches. What kind of sadness is hidden in people's hearts when parting is imminent? "People come in spring and their hearts are in late autumn", this helpless story in the world, for you and me, only leaves a sigh and a tearful smile, just like the lyrics say: "You know guqin music, it is not just a glass of wine, it is not just a glass of wine!" Listening and thinking, my heart is sour. The high-pitched voice tore heart and lungs, the low-pitched voice tore heart and lungs, the song was sad and moving, and the singer was deeply involved. Classical and modern, national and popular, perfect and harmonious. In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Ba Bridge in Xi 'an was the only place where people left Chang 'an when they traveled all over the country. The willow trees on both sides of Liu Ba Bridge are shaded, which has become a famous place for the ancients to fold willows to bid farewell, such as the poem "Willow leaves every year, Baling hurts others". Later generations took "Baqiao Folding Willow" as the source of farewell allusions. Therefore, there are poems in the text, "Qingyang is more separated from strangers." In "Lin Yuling", Liu Yong expresses the sadness of parting with "Where to wake up after drinking tonight, Yang Liuan, where the wind is resting". "When I hear the sound of the flute breaking the willow, I don't see the spring scenery", which means that the tune of "breaking the willow" in the flute spreads far away, but I don't see the willow green and spring scenery, so as to express my feelings of sighing for the spring. "The flowing water in the distance, the soft willows fluttering" is deeply imprinted in my mind. Although I didn't stay on Baqiao for a long time, I seem to have experienced a long time in my life. Suddenly, when I set foot on Baqiao, it was still the early spring when catkins were flying like snow and willows were smoking. Walking down the Baqiao Bridge, it is already a new autumn with cold dew and cool dew. Until the end, the sadness of "autumn leaves, small plantains and small worries" is like a drizzle, splashing me from willow smoke or boundless me. Here, how many brave men drank wine, how many generals turned over and mounted their horses, all the way forward, and behind them were tens of millions of troops, vast and mighty. Occasionally, I look back and see the weak willows swaying in the wind, and my heart is a little warm. A woman with bright eyes and white teeth looked at each other. The ambitious son of heaven also raised his glass to bless him. He closed his eyes, then turned and walked on. Baqiao willow, printed in my mind. After several sunsets, it is a man's ambition to serve the country, and a daughter's reluctance to leave.