Qin Mu has a great writer called "land" in prose, he has a wandering heart, with deep affection Baozhan pen to land his best praise and praise. Ran in our lives, as a result come and gone, combined with emotional ups and downs, the urban prosperity and high-paced life, people often have forgotten the land.
Confucius said: "Parents do not travel to distant lands," while modern people need to stray. Our lives are on the road, on the road on the long journey can not be separated again and again, like a ship, from the manufacture since the day was doomed to wandering around. Relying on a long journey with the land, as land selfless and reliable, we sometimes forget it. A tramp in the poem this way: the choice is by chance, one stands up and forget the land. This is far from saturated with a homeland, but also constantly looking for home life, self-comforting.
But we really should not land filled with gratitude, the connection from the starting point of our lives came to an end, and from the destination back to the starting point of the coordinates of only one Inn constituted by a hometown. Hometown is just a secular form of land gifts. Home can be lost, will move Zhi; hometown will be prosperous hometown will be the same as a defeat for the ancient city of Gaochang can land a go as ever, kept silent, silently hold up day after day the rising sun and an individual hearts for his homeland. Thick broad land, actually make people forget it.
Silence of the land has given me the silent thoughts and feelings, I approached in silence in the Tianshan Mountains.
Tianshan, convex piece of land, was covered with snow, and green grass, white full force and tragic the Tianshan, Tianshan green full of passion and impulse, Ili River water is such a passionate impulse and foreign-based, in its bosom Pentium, Ming played, I was deeply shocked, baptism with. I was silent, and left to the fast inner feelings. After the burst of ecstasy complex owned by the calm, and only long-term taste, can really approached it.
August 6 this year, I am back after an absence of thirteen years in Ili, a life coaching inns, a friendship and love over seeding place.
Tianshan from my foot slipped across the front, is by car, plane, whether it is down to earth from its backbone to walk across, or the invading leapfrog its head, I have full respect, I do not know nature's good fortune, or God The masterpiece, Tianshan, as the existence of aesthetic, whether it is bare mountain Pan, or the gentle slope was stitched grass, the same simple, the same elegant. Although I like the prairie, wind and the grass had been longing for it see the landscape of cattle and sheep can be when I was sent to the depths of that vast expanse of grasslands, the thought has fled to the blank, into the pure consciousness, I'm just keenly aware of I really stand in this magical land.
The ancients had left "no degree of Spring Jade", "west, Yang Guan without cause" and the poem, in which the bitter please say no, and Tao is unknown. Ran When you land today, a foot of Tianshan, Tianshan a drink of snow, one can see distant towering peaks, regardless of how you feel is dull or sharp, but also whether homeless or a poet, are inevitably filled with emotion, That scenario, there is a nameless emotion-free-like things you are to the point that your hearts tremble, or brought back some memories of you and make you Yankuangshirun up.
10 years ago one winter, burst of tens of degrees below zero wind, roll me to a small town at the foot of Tianshan Mountains, it was after graduation set foot on the first of the Tianshan snow and ice road to the report. Filled the air of the snow and condensation of the air, low pressure with the earth, probably due to the specific environment and on different places of the unknown, we work with several of the students go to a boundless heart. Department of Mathematics, one of the local students are not familiar with his little family received us. Hun Hun lights. Cursory cups and bowls, went so far as our 67 man shed a tear. Couples in the near future, she came to my side. At this point it is Heng Fa Chuen, Li Hua open in the spring, students have come to congratulate. From the depths of the Tianshan With our first small home, though very simple, very warm.
10 years later to re-set foot on this land, eyes looking at kunas quietly flowing river, Duwusiren, one by one fresh face, a picture of life, how can we not increase Jiaoren enchanted, how can they not ask human tears Tianshan. He Jingzhi "A few Moslems dream back to Yan'an, hands hug will Baoshan", "treetop branches root root, Castle Peak blue water, there are relatives," a poem, I understand. Understand that it can be approached, approached is more understanding. At this moment, how I could not find non-degree yumenguan spring, the West out of Yang Guan people for no reason that bleak feeling.
Forgotten passed, should not forget to stay. Mysterious distant peaks, the immediate kunas quietly flowing river and its side of this piece of condensed friendship, love of the land, but it is deeply engraved in my heart. It is plain, not shunned publicity, but full of passion. So that I could not help it back to the side. Since then I have time and again covered with thick dust of memory, digging with its presence, often makes me indulging in the ocean of narcissism. Sometimes I really want to taste what Su: "Driving one of the boat, dumping the loss Ling 10000" feeling. Let spring flutter name of my face, so that the memory of the long river of thoughts floating around at random.
There's wine and poetry in relation to sentient, or ask what was missing in life. Since ancient times, what the poet does not love wine, which is not read poems Poet drink.
Tao Yuan-ming, Li Bai, Du Fu Needless to say, and may always be regarded as rational poet Bai Ju-yi, surprisingly accidental "hanging behind Venus Compass, it is better served a glass of wine" regret. Can be seen drinking in essence. Wine can be ignited emotions, burning memories, triggered poetry, inspirational. Drinking out of poetry is the distillation of alcohol. Li Bai have thoroughly enjoyed themselves that year by the "flower between the jug of wine, Duzhuo no to each other a toast to invite the moon, on the shadow into three." Is to drink out of state. On the next Duzhuo inevitably raises the Gu Qi, but the mood it creates an atmosphere of still toggle the world lovers heartstrings. I do not know whether Li Bai drinking help stop the foot of the Tianshan poetry. Has left behind "Moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, between the boundless sea of clouds" in this world quatrains.
I do not drink, so I this body can not become a poet, but in the face between the Tianshan Mountains and the icy sea of clouds around the endless friendship, I can not drink. Less than a saying in Xinjiang did not know the vast territory of the motherland, less than human pro deep Tianshan I do not know. In the Kazakh herdsmen accountant; in fellow Uighurs, under the grape trellis; at a friend's Apple Orchard Lane; in the peaks under the banks of streams; in kunas River grass, my friends insisted to give me leave a deep The "impression." Clear spring-like conditions, flames like Italy, burning in my chest, I do not touching poems, there is genuine love. I finally picked up the cold glass for many years, winning the past collection of "Reserva", cup bottle intersection, light and shade-phase fault, singing, dancing, unknowingly East Fangyu Xiao ... ....
Flames in my chest to push the inner passion of Ascension Bay. I am drunk, drunk at home, drunk in the soft grass, drunk in the arms of the Tianshan, drunk in love with the intention of the sea ... ...
I am drunk, my enchanted by ... ....
Author: baocanxing