Prose ｜ Liu Yijiao: Qianqiu Poetry Soul

Text/Liu Yijiao

"Look at that lotus!" Friends of their peers stared at the lotus pond excitedly. I turned my head and stared, and a cool lotus pond, the hot sensation of the hiking instantly dissipated in the large lotus leaves.

There is a promenade and a pavilion here, a four -combined gazebo, inlaid in the green water. The sunlight of the midsummer also became peaceful between this gentle greenery. The dense lotus leaf, you lie on my body, I lie next to your feet and support this lotus pond to support a green umbrella. The most striking is a dazzling lotus among these green bushes. Yin Hong, like the burning little sun, rising from the pond, becoming the focus of people's attention, and becoming the protagonist of this world.

"It's rare, I haven't noticed this lotus pond before." I was surprised. My friend nodded and stared at the "sun" in the pool. I also looked at the lotus quietly, the only one surrounded by thousands of green leaves, the attention of countless tourists, and standing upright in the center of the pool with a little redness. is that you? Shi Sheng, is you observing us later generations?

Because of the closer to the Chengdu Dufu Cottage, I have been to many times. Every time I come, there is always a exciting freshness. The cottage is green and strong, and the garden is much cooler than the outside world. It has a calm power. The sparrow also seemed to be intoxicated in this coolness and stood beside the road. We approached, and they only jumped forward and walked forward -there were no pictures flying. This must be the "home bird" here. There are too many tourists who come to Du Fu Caotang, and it is not surprising that even this kind of vulnerable bird.

In the impression, as you get older, there are more tourists here than one at a time. Now that it is the summer vacation, although it is the peak tourist season, the spectacular scene is still unexpected. When I was still upset that I couldn't find the road to the Caotang, I saw a bus stopped by the roadside in front, and I knew that I succeeded.

The oldest tourist, Bai Huahua's beard has been stored in his chest, his eyes are still bright. The youngest, holding it in his arms, comforting "not crying." Between these two, there are countless. Elementary school students, junior high school students, high school students, and college students are dressed in a conservative, wearing conservative, with children, and accompanied by three or two friends ... they are also historical monuments, " "The crown of the ancient pill", "The lonely return of the tide to the empty city" is broken, and it is impossible here. The eternal wave of soup soup ran away, and could not leave Du Fu's cottage.

According to a stone monument unearthed near the Cottage: "The west of the river, above the plain." Who can think of it, more than 1,000 years later, here is an endless sacred place. Everything is because there is a ray of "Qianqiu Poetry Soul" here.

"Li Du's poems are pass through." Li Bai and Du Fu, the top poets of the Tang Dynasty, are also two dazzling stars in the history of Chinese literature. My friend and I walked on the green stone road, and suddenly hit a small world that was intoxicating. In the middle of a square courtyard, a bonsai garden is surrounded by promenade. On the wall of this promenade, there are stone monuments, or regular or grasses, or li or 篆, full of Du Fu's poems.

Looking around, there were few tourists in the bonsai park, but instead of standing in the promenade. "I must find 10 poems I recognize here today." A little boy vowed to his mother. Looking at him, I seemed to see myself many years ago. The figure of Du Gong seemed to be in the strokes on the wall, looking at the people who stopped here with his compassion. The beating of strokes and the circulation of lines outlines the suffering of sentient beings in the world.

The cottage is naturally the top priority of the entire Du Fu Cottage. You can know where you do n’t really see the hut: the most places gathered by tourists are the huts. Everything is as familiar as before. Under the gray -white wall skin that falls off, it is clearly visible to the neat "weaving" "weaving" "bones and bones". In the four rooms, the tourists were crowded. Knowing that this was rebuilt in later generations, everyone was still happy to get out of it.

This is also given by his spirit! People are eager to find the spirit of the sanctuary from everything about him. Du Fu wrote "House for the Autumn Wind" in such a crooked thatched hut.

Outside the room, the figures of the two foreigners are particularly distinctive. They frowned and looked up at the cut dead wood. Is they trying to find a trace of history? Outside Chai Men, a foreign tourist hurriedly walked, turning his head to stare at Chaimen, making the final farewell. "The sore in the world, the holy philosophy in the poem; the suffering of the folk, the bottom of the pen." Such a lofty, pure, sacred and great poetic soul, which land of the four seas, can it not make people feel so much?

On the snow -white wall, the four elegant characters "Poetry Sheng Qianqiu" attracted tourists to take pictures. The spirit of Shisheng is immortal, and the soul of Shisheng is eternal. A cottage, a holy philosophy, a star that never falls.

【About the Author】

Liu Yijiao, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, a member of the Sichuan Provincial Critics Association, a director of the Sichuan Youth Writers Association. The works were published in "People's Daily", "People's Daily · Overseas Edition", "Sichuan Daily", "West China Metropolis Daily", "Sichuan Economic Daily", "Chengdu Daily", "Chengdu Business Daily", "Selection of Youth Writers", Jilin "Ginseng" and so on press. Won the national and provincial writing contests 8 times. In 2019, he won the preliminary and first prize of the 17th National Middle Student Composition Contest and the first prize of the finals of the National Middle Student Composition Contest, and won the title of the highest award of the competition. Publishing essays and essays "Pure Land in the Heart" and "The Drunk Sky". ["Huanhuaxi" literary column collection notice]

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