Key Words: Approaching the Fine Prose
Prose Category: Fine Prose
Source: /sanwen
Yu Dafu traveled a long way from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and then from Qingdao to Peking, just for a glimpse of the autumn of the Old Capital. The first time I saw him, I had to go to Qingdao and then to Beiping, just to get a glimpse of the fall of his capital. He put the south of the autumn and the north of the autumn of the good a few classic ratio, I have been often in the mouth to play with: "the south of the autumn, compared to the north of the autumn, just like the yellow wine of the white dry, rice in the bun, perch in the crab, the yellow dog of the camel," he would like to two-thirds of the life of the life of the change to go, just want to stay in the northern part of the autumn.
It can be seen that the predecessor of the capital of the fall is how the love of the endless. For only love of autumn for me, because of his article, it often sprung up in the late fall, to go to the capital to lag a desire.
Just, in a spring afternoon, looking at a corner of the garden, the last year after that rare freezing torment still remains of a tea tree, new leaves urged the old leaves have fallen, the sun seems to be a piece of a piece of the split, with the leaves floating away, some of the gestures of autumn. Then a sudden thought, from the corner of Jiangnan, want to go to see the "capital" of the spring and the south of the country how different?
In the eyes of the general public, spring in the south of the Yangtze River may be the most not the wrong place to go, the original is a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, more gentle and lovely, especially Wu Nong soft language is the most people straight sweet heart, if the spring breeze ripples in the season, an encounter with a dimple, a lowered eyebrow, the skirt fluttering and go, the willow bank of the spring will be rooted in the heart of the person for life. In this way, this Jiangnan spring, delicate, euphemistic, provoking a thousand thoughts.
If the heart is free and quiet, Meng Gong's "spring sleep does not realize the dawn" will also let you learn enough to Jiangnan spring intoxication charm, spring late feeling in the morning and the deepest in the afternoon, and I tend to be this time of the dream is also the longest, if you can, wake up, often let yourself in the sound of birds in the reclosed eyes, continue those unexplained dream, although the inside of the person I actually do not know. I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The rainy night of Jiangnan, spring let a person pity, "the sound of the wind and rain at night, the flowers fall to know how much", this is not hurt spring, is the meaning of the spring, I also often think, those flowers fall in the spring, the leaf more in the fall yellow, they are out of the carrier, is not the same sentimental? In my opinion, they have the alternation of spring and fall, transcendental calm. Although, I can't persuade myself to bend down and pick up a few pieces and stare at them for a long time.
Spring from the south of the river to the north of the spring, but also a long way, looking at the word "capital", how to look at the fall? The Summer Palace may be the gate of the red mottled, exposed a piece of the empty space, such as the autumn leaves fell to the ground after the scar on the branch. But feel less than half a sense of depression, only feel very heavy something in the heart of the accumulation, and spring is crowded with tourists stuffed with this brilliant but deep garden.
In front of the gate to stay a picture, I have this typical Jiangnan woman's smile fixed in this, the background is the "old capital" crowded spring, is the door mottled prosperity, the passing of the heavy time.
The spring of the north and south here embrace each other.
Inside, I thought I was looking for the wrong place, how to return to the hometown? Kunming Lake on the waves reflecting the shadow of Jiangnan, the banks of the willow kiss and the water, the lake on the small yacht, although far less than the Jiangnan flatboat ancient rhyme and style, but because of the more spectacular, a pair of men and women foot on the boat, from time to time to look at each other, love, such as the ripples, circle ripples to go.
And then think of the garden outside the high-rise buildings, traffic like weaving, all the way, really can not smell how much of the breath of the spring of Jiangnan, previously straight pity the spring of the North is so dry. The original was hidden here.
Brush away the willow branches, the wind into those partial Palace of the main courtyard, the prosperity of the right to have been in this show pole for a while, still full of begonias dozens, more colorful than peaches, skin such as Li. Narrowed his eyes, ears seem to have a skirt shivering sound, climbing flowers and folding willow, through the hall and through, the eyebrows piled up, how much spring is not over? How much redness is fading? And now, spring did not stop only in the eaves of the Supreme One, compared to those static dragons and phoenixes, jade steps high plaque, below a traveler's face of spring to be much more vivid.
Along the shores of Kunming Lake, following the sound, all the way to Beijing, all the way to Beijing, all the way to the song and dance, are spontaneous so that the spring in the heart of each person to flow. The most let me have some fun is not far from the lakeshore pavilion in front of the Manshou Mountain, a group of old people jumped the national style dance, jazz dance, sailor dance, hula, those exaggerated movements, those strange costumes, the kind of open, no half scruples of the laughter, straight can be a shy Jiangnan woman happy to rub her stomach, legs and feet can not help but follow the swing up. You can not not laugh, because the knocking instrument of the old man, crooked wearing a straw hat, staring at you, staring at you knock, staring at you magnitude of the crotch twisting, until a group of people around you are laughing at the waist to cover the belly only to stop. The residents of the capital can actually put a spring to make such a shower!
Hold back the laughter, look up, the longevity of the mountain on the longevity of the Palace layer still at the top of the mountain, in the past the feast was only for a woman's 60th birthday and set up to her bending prayer, the world's most exquisite songs and dances and who can make such as at this moment this extremely happy? Just at this time, I suddenly very deep pity for the wall hanging the portraits of the queens and concubines, they have seen the garden in their lifetime there has been such a spring?
Walked to the Su Zhou Street, stepped in the Su Causeway in the spring dawn, don't twist, with the power to want to carry a Jiangnan to this, the broken bridge only let a person far from the imagination of the White Lady Prime the kind of umbrella, then quickly back to God. The spring of the North should not glance steal, as the North is notoriously naive and loyal, I was thinking.
The spring here has Jiangnan far less atmosphere, bold.
Out of the garden door, visitors gradually thinned out, the setting sun so that the "capital" of the spring to restore some dignity, serenity, elegance Wanfang, I looked back at a glance, full of begonias standing quietly in the setting sun, like a gorgeous courtesan, holding up the spring, through the light of day. A trace of the acidity will remain in the threshold of the old hall.
Then wondered if the group of dancing old people in the capital went home early? It should be, the family's grandchildren should be out of school.
Although the Beijing cab can not be compared with the old yellow car, but pull me back to the hotel driver is really something like camel Xiangzi, I like the northern people of the simple, steady, speaking voice thick, not too slow and not too fast, so that people have a sense of security, unlike some southern men, and you talk, eyes drip drip drip turn, the rhythm of the language faster than the eyeballs, so people have a kind of apprehension in the heart.
A Beijing-flavored "arrived, you go well", such as the spring breeze, let me into the room is still in the memory. Into the night, the day actually sprinkled with light rain, this is the northern country of spring rain ah! I put up an umbrella, called looking for restaurants, but actually looking around for the rain in the magnolia, because some days ago, a blogger friend in the capital in the rain in a few places to shoot the magnolia picture, passed to me, just to let me with a few poems, to read his mind. This time in Beijing, although he several times to find out, I decided not to tell him, so as not to disturb. But at that moment in the rain, but the heart has been blooming a white, purple magnolia, petals along the falling raindrops such as a crystal heart. Thinking of this, this northern spring night rain, is actually a soft thousand, hand to pick up a drop, there is a sense of fragrance, really can not go to lament the "flower fall know how much".
Sure enough, the next morning, the hotel yard all disappeared flowers and leaves. The sun is in the head, through the broad Tiananmen Square, heart suddenly surging a different kind of spring, walking across the Jinshui Bridge, those fluttering red flags let a person suddenly born a kind of pride, Jiangnan that kind of elegant step here suddenly have a kind of want to fly impulse, how come some years ago to come did not have a good experience of it, is regretting that, has been arrived at the gates of the Forbidden City.
Welcome to the Olympic traces have fallen on the gates of the Forbidden City, just renovated red, can not see the weight of the vicissitudes of the Summer Palace. And the heavy gates, set copper wrapped in silver nails, people a solemn up. I from Tiananmen Square, from Chang'an Avenue in the spring into the Forbidden City doorway, as if into a frame of yellowed picture albums, as if stepping into a heavy, scattered with the fragrance of the history of the book. Spring in this, there will be some big difference?
Less than the Summer Palace of flowers, pink butterflies, warm wind and blue waves. Here, after all, was the center of power, a beautiful and majestic palace will only remind me of the powers that be, I do not intend to find traces of power struggle, as far as possible to linger in the spring light.
The Jiao Tai Hall, I heard that the emperor and the empress must live in the wedding, I carefully explore from the outside past, full of red, happy melting. Then look at the window couch on the cushion, a layer of gold embroidered weaving dragons and phoenixes, alive and well, those children can not pick half a flaw in the handmade embroidery, a look is the daughter of Jiangnan's skillful hands walked through, I took a picture with them at the window, why? Really can not say why. At that moment, it is really looking forward to the emperor and empress in their newlywed dragon bed is whispering to come.
And then to the show palace, the place of the draft girls, wandering the longest, Cixi will come out from here, Lan Guiren, only said that the face of the formula, from her old photos and young, I have been to the present does not recognize that she is a beautiful woman, a woman's heart poisonous, ruthless, too much power, can not let people think that the beauty. Then look at the photos of those queens and concubines, and then I remembered the joke that my Dabao said to me: "Mom, the boys in our class said in history class today that after seeing the women the emperor married, they felt that the emperor was really not a human being. That kind of woman, is to beat them to death will not want. Just a joke, but in this palace I see is a only about ten years old little girl, so forced to leave their parents, shut into this place where the sun does not see, when I also questioned their appearance, indeed, according to the eyes of the present, they are not really very beautiful, how will be chosen to come in? A staff of the Forbidden City said to me: show girls can only be selected in the Manchu, how than you Jiangnan women water. I realized that, originally, that Qianlong Jiangnan, out of how much of the story of the affair may not be entirely fictional.
Just, such as the flower years have been lost, spring is still here, the palace is silent, the courtyard is also silent, their hands watered the begonia, open flowers in the heart, there are not they look forward to day after day, spring dream spring heart? When I came out, I had the feeling of tears. Inside, the courtyard wall is too high, too thick, the spring breeze is not easy to enter, the flowers if the competition, too difficult.
I am in the Forbidden City, the most heartbreaking place, is this mouth, such as a small barrel caliber pearl well. When I was five years old, I recognized her from the book. Her rare beauty, rare playfulness and cheerfulness, in the heart of Guangxu dull bloomed the fragrant flowers of love. But the wrong place, here the spring breeze can not go into, doomed to die young, poor well a tear, from now on drops in the world's heart. Looking at her photo, the spring sunshine through the flower branches outside the yard, speckled sprinkled on it, a burst of intolerance, a burst of heartache, just want to say to her: this spring are for you.
Other famous and nameless Palace of small halls one by one, like a page by page turning history. I always feel that the spring wind blowing outside the high walls, is to bloom and then colorful flowers, and then green grass, at the moment in my eyes, are low, do not dare to face up. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff that I've been doing!
Want to export long gas in the Royal Garden, but found that it became the Palace compound in the sick spring powerful witness, although all colors of exotic flowers and grasses, the sense of artifice is very thick, those root-carved plants, hundreds of years, three or two people can not be embraced, twisted branches and trunks, like the twisted human nature, remind me of Gong Zizhen's sick Plum Museum. In my opinion, far less than the Forbidden City outside the streets lined with ordinary trees to let people breathe. Than a huge brilliant palace, this square inch of the garden is too small, the real dare not think, thousands of concubines, to such a small garden gathered spring color?
Fortunately, the Forbidden City was I walked to the end of the return, the thought of the front exit is Tiananmen Square, the footsteps are much easier, as if the spring breeze in front of the cluster, only to wait for me to get out of the Palace, will come to the face. Coincidentally, and worth the sunset, the city gates, or the habit of a turn back, blood-colored remnants of the sun sprinkled in the Golden Palace, only, history heavily closed the page.
Out to come, a long breath of relief.
The square is crowded, laughter. The old let me flash back to my hometown "branches of the spring" scene, the face of visitors from different countries have different skin color, but there is one thing in common: the sincere smile always floating in the spring breeze. I think, the world's harmony should not be just a dream.
We always love to chase the clouds to see far, the clouds are as high as the autumn, only to find that the dusk of the spring in this northern country, people have a sense of sitting on the clouds, warm heart, God. At the moment, thinking of that "spring river green as blue" in the south of the river, this time, it is the slanting light pulse water leisurely. Like