Zhang Xiaofeng China Research Forum

Some people think that poetry is a poem hanging on the wall, a poem hanging on a fan, a poem hanging in a collection of strange sentences in ancient books, or a poem by Mao.

, a roll of Du Zimei. Actually, it's not. Poetry is a fountain. I dug it several times and it came out.

As long as a fragment is as long as an idea, you can draw a transparent poem.

According to legend, when the Buddha was born, he went down to the ground and poured out the golden lotus at every step. For us ordinary people,

Walking, of course, does not attract anything. Where we stand, if we dig down, it will be a fountain of the universe.

. Being able to step on the hidden spring vein step by step is even more shocking than the golden lotus.

After reading all the books, I can't help digging, often accumulating in many simplest sentences.

There are thick springs. Ancient books have always been regarded as depressing and difficult to read. In fact, ancient books are step by step.

Spring, people can not help but be shocked, but also happy.

Tiger skin lecture

It is recorded in the Record of Words and Actions of Famous Officials that Zhang Hengqu was sitting in the middle of Beijing, talking about the Book of Changes on a tiger skin, and suddenly a day passed.

I was deeply impressed by the discussion with Cheng, and the tiger skin was removed the next day so that all the students could learn from Cheng.

I don't know why, Neo-Confucianism is always regarded as a boring group by ordinary people, but at least, when I think about it carefully.

Zhang Hengqu only feels poetic and graceful.

I like that young man's good sword. He rebuked the arrogant Guanzhong boy. Suddenly, one day, he found a comparison.

The sword is stronger, something stronger than the military, that's the reason.

He sat on the gorgeous tiger skin, and the tiger's eyes passed books.

What a charming and beautiful lecture on tiger skin, because of such people, because of such lectures.

Even the title page of the Book of Changes is eye-catching. Dong Jia's gossip rained down from the thunder of Rehmannia glutinosa.

Out, Yin and Yang division in Yun Ze, want to want to go, think such a lecture on the Book of Changes is inevitable.

Is it a poem? A male poem.

What is even more touching is that he later decided to push away the tiger chair; His eyes were rotten at that time, yes.

Green electricity is under the rock. He has kicked off a tiger skin, but he has turned himself into a giant in the wind.

Tiger, he is more humble, lower and closer to the truth. He is a tiger of Confucianism.

Is that story really a poem? Although the book says it's the deeds of Neo-Confucianism.

1729 cranes

Zhao, a man, dreamed that he had entered a Heshan. In the dream, he looked up at the crane wings all over the sky.

I remember clearly that there were 1729. Just then, he woke up.

Suddenly, he hurriedly opened the book and sorted out all the books and his own works.

A set of "Looking Up to 1,729 Hezhai Series" went on sale.

What would Freud say if he told such a dream?

1,729 cranes, in the dream, in the blue sky above Heshan!

Suddenly, he realized that cranes are flying books.

He knows that books are cranes that can be hidden.

When he dreamed of cranes, he dreamed of fierce white-winged volley, a gathering dance of wisdom soaring in the sky.

Every bird is a vegetarian book.

Once, his book was just a heavy Song edition or something, but when he woke up, the room was full of people.

Crane, he found that everyone has his own crane mountain for cranes to spread their wings and his own cold pond for cranes to cross.

Knowledge becomes wisdom after a dream.

What a poetic dream it is!

Zhao Tiancan

According to the story of Tian silkworm, I want to cry when I read it. The person who recorded it was Fan Chengda and Fan Chengda's poems about me.

Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't admire it, but his record of helping books really makes me want to cry.

"The village uses bare brooms, hemp poles and bamboo branches to light torches, and uses iron dragon poles to illuminate the fields and rot.

But everywhere, praying for Silk Valley. "

What a night, what a torch, what a prayer poem belonging to the agricultural nation!

In the twelfth month, the ground was very cold, so they made a fire for him!

In the middle of the night, the field was dark, so they gave him light!

It is not so much the torch that illuminates the whole field as a pair of eyes that look forward to its burning.

Eyes.

Fields! When we light candles for you, we also light candles for our hearts. Our hearts are fields, and fields are hearts.

We are the lifeblood of each other!

Give us silk, give us the valley? We will give you every inch of strength from head to toe.

love ...

Give us silk, give us the valley, when the fire licks you gently, cold December, cruel emptiness.

Suddenly, people became conscious because of the fire. ...

Give us silk, give us the valley, you have nothing in winter, but you are full of vitality.

Non-existent field.

Give us silvery silk, give us golden valleys, and our land will be dazzling?

As dazzling as a dream and as rich as a prayer.

Give us silk, give us the valley ...

Reading, reading, I will suddenly be surprised, as if walking on the ridge of Song Dynasty, in the red torch.

I'm the one who mumbles under the light.

elegant

Interpretation, interpretation of words, interpretation of training, interpretation of relatives, interpretation of palaces, interpretation of utensils, interpretation of music, interpretation of heaven, interpretation of land, interpretation of hills,

Release mountains, water, grass, wood, insects, fish, birds, animals and livestock.

I can't remember the last time I saw Er Ya. It seems to be my junior year, when I attended Training.

Learning ",most students actually just need to read notes, I may be more serious, actually.

I went to buy one and circled it.

Circle two is really tired. It's like a dictionary. Fortunately, it's very thin, so I just looked at it.

It's over.

Many years have passed, and suddenly one day I bought another book "Er Ya Yin Tu" to read on a whim.

, not for the sake of credit, not for the sake of a youthful competitive, just out of an unspeakable attachment.

. That year, I walked into the classroom of my junior year and faced the blackboard as a student? Now, walking into the junior high school classroom,

Be a teacher with a blackboard on his back. Time flies, Er Ya is still the same as Er Ya two thousand years ago.

When I was looking through the catalogue, I was surprised first and explained it 19 times in one breath. Why didn't I see it before?

This beauty shows how affectionate the world was at that time. It can be seen that people at that time were conceited and happy.

Sichuan, the sun, the moon and stars, plants, insects and fish, even the most elusive music, the most realistic cowshed and stability.

And the most complicated kinship, as well as the language of China, are indispensable, so it is also.

There is no explanation. Reading Erya, I only feel that the world is so simple and magnificent, so clear and smooth, such as

The baby can see at a glance. It seems that when people in that era got up in the morning, the world became familiar.

Approaching him slowly, the world is an examination paper for him, and he can't think of it.

What's bothering you?

"... Lu has Yoko ... Chu has a cloud dream ... the beauty of the southwest is the stone of Huashan ... the east.

If you have a flounder, you can't do this ... Southern winged birds can't fly. ...

"a horse with white front feet is called a horse, and a dog with white back feet is called a dog ... two inches of silicon is called a cockroach, and the wall is.

Six inches is the declaration ...

In a word, they know whether the front foot is white or the back foot is white, and they know how to distinguish the jade they admire.

Scientists even know that there is a mysterious swamp in the distant state of Chu, and the farthest border area is a myth?

Between being and not being, between knowing and not knowing? Fish swim in the east, and love birds is there.

The south is flying ... Han people are growing up in problems.

It turns out that reading Erya can also make people jealous!

A person's spring

Ming Dynasty unification: One-man spring is the highest mountain peak, only one spoon can be filled, which is endless, and it is the victory of the real mountain.

Chuye.

Fujian Tongzhi: In Donghemingshan, Longxi County, Fujian Province, its spring is only for one person to suck, hence the name.

"One Man Spring" is found in Nanjing and Fujian.

Maybe it's just Ma Like's Anshan and Jiuqu Bridge, or Taohuaxi and Li Jiazhuang. What are they in the Yangtze River?

Place names everywhere.

I remember Rome on the postcard. There are fountains everywhere in the street. They just turned the cross-flow water around.

If the crystal column is bounced into the sky, western civilization will be dazzled and people will not be distracted.

But in the silent night, when I looked up at One's Spring, I felt a small plug in my heart.

The child was gently uncovered? Not fountains all over the city. But on a very high mountain peak, a note is very small.

A small spring, like a heart, can only accommodate one pilgrim, but with every pulse, the earth gushes out.

Blood marrow, for thousands of years, has given a drop of spring water to a water spoon.

Pulse surging, continuous, a note of spring in the East. In Donghe Zhongshan, Longxi County, Fujian Province.

Mingshan, but at the peak of my heart.