Source: Liu Yueqing
The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are continuous, the waves are cold and smoky, this is the vast and magnificent autumn scenery outside the Saiwai.
Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit, this is the autumn dusk scene of drizzle when the sycamore leaves fall.
The frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, and the remnants are shining on the building, which is the depressed scene of the frost and wind, the rivers are cold, and the remnants of the sun are shining.
In the autumn of the Song lyrics, singing in a low voice, between the words and sentences, you can hear the sigh of the fallen leaves returning to the roots, and feel the bleakness of the frost and dew.
These unpopular sentences, like a casual look back in autumn, at a glance for ten thousand years, make people indulge in that faint sadness and endless reverie.
【1】
The smoke is across the forest, the mountains are sinking and shining, and the bells and drums are at dusk.
——He Zhu "Heavenly Fragrance"
The smoke is heavy, shrouding the quiet mountain forest in autumn, and the trunks of the leaves have fallen, outlining a clear vein in the twilight, which is the desolate brushstrokes of autumn. The distant mountains are full of daisies, and the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled in this autumn forest, which is charming.
The sound of bells and drums echoing in the slanting sun, long and deep, came melodiously from the ancient temples, they pierced the mist, penetrated the dust of the years, and each sound was like a whisper of autumn, telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.
This autumn, after considering a few years and copying a few fragrant flowers, the past will be as light as smoke, covered with the slanting sun, in the dusk bell and drum, savor the gentleness of the years, taste every detail of life, and feel the peace of mind.
【2】
The mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the twilight clouds and autumn shadows dip in Xiaoxiang.
——Cai Songnian, "Partridge Sky Appreciation ·"
The distant mountains are like daisies, hidden in the sky, like the eyebrows of a beautiful woman's understatement, hiding endless gentleness. The moonlight is like water, flowing in the quiet and cool night, as if the river of time is flowing silently, with the vicissitudes of time.
Twilight, leisurely drifting clouds, as if the most agile brushstrokes of nature, inadvertently, will be a touch of autumn smudged in the sky, the autumn graceful shadow, cast in the ripples of Xiaoxiang, gently rippling.
The mountains are empty, the moon waves are flowing, the twilight clouds and autumn shadows are reflected in Xiaoxiang. The autumn colors are smudged in the pen and ink, the distant mountains and near the water, take the two or two moon colors, warm the osmanthus wine, the mountains are blurred, the water and wind are empty, have you ever sung a juvenile tour?
【3】
The waves float in the sky, the mountains invite the clouds to go, and Yinpu is blue in the sky.
——Zhang Yan, "Crossing the Ancient Yellow River at Night in the Pot and · with Shen Yaodao Zengzi Jingtongfu"
The waves were turbulent, like thousands of troops carrying the vast sea of clouds behind them, galloping endlessly, to roll up the sky together. The mountains meander, beckoning the sea of clouds to rush forward together, and the sea of clouds churns and tells the vast legend.
At night, the Milky Way is like a practice, across the sky, and the deep blue sky complement each other, like a brilliant jade belt inlaid in the universe. It is the distant echo of the vast galaxy and the surging Yellow River, which is also the magic of nature.
It is the long river of the four seasons that flows endlessly; The song is the vicissitudes of time. sprinkle thousands of pride in the galloping river; Use the leaves that have fallen for three autumns to ignite the flame of youth and burn in the streamer of life.
【4】
Meishi old books, Lanting ancient ink, vague charm of autumn.
Qin Guan "Looking at the Sea Tide · Qin Feng Green"
In the depths of the ancient alley, look for the old books left by Mei Fu; Under the Orchid Pavilion, there is still the faint fragrance of ancient ink. The autumn light is rising, revealing the vicissitudes of life between the mottled and profound, and on the rice paper of history, swaying vividly, writing the stories and feelings of the millennium
The autumn wind blows, the old books of Meishi, the ancient ink of Lanting, those yellowed pages and the old inkstones, awaken the sleeping charm in the four seasons of reincarnation, and look back at the ferry in late autumn, and compile the elegant collection of culture, whispering and echoing in the starry sky of history.
Several degrees of spring and autumn, passing by in the west wind Hanhai, the morning sun and the sea of stars, spring flowers and autumn moon, are all sitting and watching the sunset dissipate, waiting for the bright moon to return to the mountain in the gap turned into the remnants of the wasteland, disappeared without a trace. Only the words that can be recited by people for generations still exist in the charm of the place, dancing lightly in the autumn water.
【5】
Where to find the clouds in the troubled mountains. Another crescent moon shines at dusk.
Qin Guan "Southern Songzi"
On the top of the chaotic mountains, where to find the trail of flowing water? At this moment, a crescent moon quietly rose, like a thin eyebrow lightly raised, gently sprinkling silver light, gently smearing the dusk scroll. At this time, the crescent moon, like a gentle painter, uses the sky as the cloth and the clear light as the ink, painting a quiet and deep dusk scene.
The mountains are even more vast and remote in the moonlight, as if each mountain peak hides the unknown vicissitudes of time. The crescent moon, like a messenger through time and space, leads thoughts to drift to the boundless night sky, making people wonder if there is the same tranquility and beauty in that distant sky, waiting for those who have a heart to find.
The fragrant ink is bent, the crescent moon is juanjuan, and in the years when the eyebrows and eyes are bent, forget the troubles and hustle and bustle of the world. Looking back, I can't keep the years; Gaze, can't hold the time. Then in the cut water autumn pupils, smile, relieved.
【6】
Zhu is cold and smoky, moving people far away, ethereal boats like leaves.
Jiang Kui "Eight Returns· Hunan to Hu Dehua
The cold wind on the riverside is light, and the light smoke curls into a long scroll of ink, and the sound of oars is leisurely, breaking the silence, carrying away people and moving away from people. A flat boat, wandering on the vast blue waves, floating lightly in the boundless sky, ethereal and lonely, just like the heart of a wanderer, swinging with the wind, looking for a distant home.
This picture is not only a distant parting song, but also a beautiful poem intertwined with nature and people's hearts, which makes people intoxicated with this faint sorrow and boundless reverie.
Qingbo is elegant, Xizi is heavy makeup, a leaf boat is light, and the sculls are shocking. Where the water and the sky meet, the shadow is flat; The west wind is elsewhere, and the moon is exquisite. Farewell, it is Tianya who is singing a song, just to write autumn thoughts.
These unpopular autumn sentences in Song poetry are like pearls forgotten by time, lying quietly in the long river of history, waiting for people with a heart to discover and cherish.
With their unique charm, they can still touch people's hearts through thousands of years, and make people feel the deep affection and beauty from the ancient years in their taste.