Two famous landscape essays

Author: Lin Qingxuan

In a distant valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don't know when a Sayuri grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was just born, it looked like a weed. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed.

In its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed." The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers. "With this in mind, Lily tried to absorb water and sunshine, took root deeply and straightened her chest. Finally, on a spring morning, the first bud grew on the top of the lily.

Lily is very happy, but the weeds nearby are very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously grass, but says he is a flower. I don't think it has buds on it. It's a brain tumor. " In public, they mocked Lily: "Stop dreaming, even if you really blossom, your value is different from ours in this wilderness!" " "

Lily said, "I want to blossom, because I know I have beautiful flowers;" I want to blossom, in order to complete the solemn mission as a flower; I want to blossom, because I like to prove my existence with flowers. No matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter how you look at me, I will bloom! "

Under the contempt of weeds, wild lilies are trying to release their energy. Finally, one day, it blossomed. It has become the most beautiful flower on the cliff with its white spirit and graceful charm. At this time, the weeds dare not laugh at it anymore.

Dew at night, only lily knows, is a tear of deep joy. Every spring, wild lilies strive to blossom and bear seeds. Its seeds fall on valleys and cliffs with the wind, and white wild lilies are everywhere.

Decades later, countless people came from cities and villages to admire lilies. Let people see the beauty they have never seen before, and they are moved to tears and touch the pure and gentle corner of their hearts.

No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain will always remember the teaching of the first lily: "We should bloom silently wholeheartedly and prove our existence with flowers."

2. Autumn in Beiping

Author: Lao She

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful time in Beiping. The weather is just lukewarm, and the length of day and night is equally divided. There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain with hail in the dog days. The sky is so high, so blue, so bright, as if to tell people in Peiping with a smile: in these days, nature will not give you any threat or harm. The blue of Xishan and Beishan has deepened a little, and every evening, I put on all kinds of robes.

In peacetime, tall stalls, stalls and fruit shops on the street all display fruits that only Peiping people can name one by one. All kinds of grapes, pears and apples can be seen, smelled and eaten, but with those gourd-shaped dates unique to Beiping, they are delicious and small white pears are sweet and crisp;

Bai Haitang, with such a big bonus, has only fragrant begonia and papaya, champagne with perfect Venus, pillow-shaped watermelon with golden notes of Yue Bai, and yellow and red cockscomb flowers, which can make people forget that they just enjoy the food, but they can't tell which fragrance smells better and which color looks better, and they are slightly drunk!

Those fruits, whether in shops or in stalls, are arranged so beautifully that the frost on the peel has not been wiped off at all, and they are arranged in three-dimensional patterns with fragrance, which makes people feel that those who sell fruits are artists and they will make beautiful things more beautiful. Besides, they can sing!

They carefully set up the stall, and then sang a song "Fruit Praise" in a crisp voice: "Alas-come to a dime and pick a bunch of my small white pears casually. The skin is tender and sweet, and there is not a bug eye, my little tender white pear!" The song vibrates in the aroma, adding music to the quietness of apples and grapes, making people slow down and listen to and smell the beauty of autumn in Beiping.

At the same time, the fat chestnuts in Liangxiang, wrapped in fine sand and molasses, sizzled on the roadside, and even the firewood under the pot was fragrant. Outside the "big jar", white onion is stirring, frying fat and tender mutton; A bowl of wine, four ounces of meat, and two or three cents can get drunk. Sorghum red crabs are sold in mats along the street, and people who like to eat will go to Zhengyang Building and gently knock the feet of hairy crabs with a Xiao Mu hammer.

At the same time, among the "delicious" fruit stalls on the street, there are many male prostitutes stalls, layers of pink and colorful bodies, and male prostitutes with flags and umbrellas behind them-big and small, all equally beautiful and meticulous, some riding tigers, some sitting on lotus flowers, some carrying bald heads, and some carrying bright red wooden cabinets; This sculpture has planted beautiful seeds in the hearts of millions of children in Qian Qian.

At the same time, Fengtai, which feeds on flowers, began to transport autumn chrysanthemums with big leaves to the city one by one. Gardeners in the park and chrysanthemum artists who love beauty are also preparing to hold a wonderful "Chrysanthemum Exhibition" for them, which they have worked hard and cultivated for more than half a year. There are many kinds and strange styles of chrysanthemums in Beiping, which is the best in the world.

At the same time, young students as proud and handsome as spring flowers are boating in the North Sea from Haidian Tsinghua Campus, which is rich in lotus wine; The lotus has withered for a long time, but the lotus leaf has also been infected with some fragrance with the men and women on board.

At the same time, well-educated Beiping people have been preparing to give gifts to relatives and friends since August. The shops in the street dress themselves up as bright brides with all kinds of bottles and moon cakes. Even the shops that don't sell gifts should join in the fun, and hang ribbons during the autumn sale to welcome the autumn in Beiping.

Autumn in Beiping is a paradise on earth, perhaps a little more prosperous than heaven!

3. A white rose

Author: Bing Xin

Why are you standing by the river alone? Is this hazy sky dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I just feel that the world of flowers is in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle. There she is. She is coming down from the mountain.

Beautiful makeup, as if dressed in white, holding a big bunch of flowers in his hand. I said, "Come on, I'll give you a white rose. You can pin it on your skirt." She said a word with a smile, but she couldn't hear it.

However, I don't think I picked it out, and she didn't wear it either. She still walked forward with flowers in her hand. Looking up at her road, I saw flowers on both sides, flowers hanging down and flowers falling down. I think white flowers are better than red flowers after all; But why don't I choose and she doesn't wear it?

Where is the road ahead? Why not follow her? It's all over, the flowers are hidden, and the dreams are awake. How to get to the road ahead? Why did you wear it when you picked it?

4. Mogao grottoes

Author: Yu

Compared with the Egyptian pyramids, the Indian Yamazaki Tower and the ruins of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, many cultural relics in China often have historical levels. The remains of other countries are generally built first, prosperous for a period of time, and then preserved in the form of pure remains for people to see. The Great Wall in China is not like this. It is always built and expanded from generation to generation. As a kind of space winding, the Great Wall closely corresponds to the winding of time.

China has a long history, too many wars and too many sufferings. No pure relic can be preserved for a long time unless it is hidden underground, in a grave and in a secret place that is not noticed by ordinary people. Epang Palace was burnt down, Wang Teng Pavilion collapsed, and Yellow Crane Tower was newly rebuilt. Dujiangyan in Chengdu can be preserved for a long time because it has always played a water conservancy function. Therefore, the historical sites that have flourished so far always have an endless unique talent.

What makes foreign monuments proud of the Mogao Grottoes lies in its 1000 years of accumulation. Looking at the Mogao Grottoes is not about specimens that have been dead for a thousand years, but about life that has lived for a thousand years. What a magnificent life it is to live to be a thousand years old, with smooth blood flow and even breathing! Generations of artists came to us, and every artist was involved in a noisy background, where a parade spanning thousands of years was held.

Complex clothes make us see things in a blur, and the standard sound makes our ears roar. In other places, you can bend down to play with a piece of gravel and a ridge of soil, but not here at all. You, too, were wrapped and staggered until you were melted by the torrent of history. Here, a person's senses are not enough, so just give up on yourself and let countless pairs of artistic giants crush you into dust.

5. The smell of autumn

Author: Lin Yutang

In autumn dusk, sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, watching the red light under the white ash of cigarette butts, slightly revealing the heating, the mood in my heart will follow the blue smoke, as relaxed and free. In an instant, the smoke turned into wisps of filaments and slowly disappeared, but at that moment, the mood in my heart was suppressed in the world, so I didn't say the mood at that time, only the mood at that time.

I want to strike another match and light the cigar that has been lit three or four times, but I can't light it because of the accumulation of white ash. Another light shot, soot quietly fell on the copper stove. It's as silent as writing on China paper with a brush at this time, and there is no sound at all.

Then I lit it again. I smoked one by one, and the aroma was fragrant, just like the warm fragrance leaning against red and green. So I thought of smoke, its warmth, the hazy mist in the room and the meaning of autumn.

Only then did I remember that the meaning of autumn in poetry is not like this. Reminiscent of Sha Xiao, desolation, autumn fans, red leaves, barren forests and weeds. However, autumn does have another meaning. It is not as vigorous as spring, not as intense as summer, and not as withered and withered as winter. I like the fine weather in Lin Qiu. Some people swear in the same way, which shows that they don't know the taste of Lin Qiu antiques.

Among the four seasons, I have a preference for autumn. Let's talk about it. Autumn represents maturity. It is not surprising that the beauty of spring and the depth of summer are all experienced people. So its color is light, its leaves are yellow, and it has an antique charm, which not only wins glory with lush green. This is what I call autumn.

Maybe I love not late autumn, but early autumn. The air disappears, the moon is full, the crabs are plump, and the osmanthus is brilliant. I am not in a bleak state, but I enjoy it most. The tenderness at that time was like the red ash on my cigarette, just a mellow smell. In other words, the literati have lost their amazing writing style, and gradually become proficient and firm, and their words are meaningful to read.

This is the solid meaning of Zhuangzi's so-called "Qiu Lai, everything will succeed". This is the most enjoyable thing in life. For example, alcohol is better than aging. Smoke can also be divided into fierce and fierce. Cigars are better than cigarettes because they taste better. If you burn it properly, smoke one slowly and look at the red light, which has infinite meaning. I don't know about opium, but I feel very poetic when I see people burning on smoke lamps and listening to the slight peeling sound.

Probably all the old, exquisite, smoked and exquisite things give me the same pleasure. For example, when a black earthenware pot stews pork with slow fire on the stove, the tone of Xu Yin in the pot makes me feel as interesting as watching people burning huge smoke.

Or like a dictionary that has been used for 20 years, or a desk that has been used for half a century, or an old-fashioned signboard that has been blackened in the street, or the vigorous handwriting of all calligraphers, people have the same happiness. Life is like four years, and you must go through this mature period. If a woman develops well and meets Anshun, she will also have the charm of being old for a while in Xu Niang, which is beyond the reach of 28 beauties.

What I admire most is Duncan's famous sentence: "It is really unreasonable that the world only sings about spring and love. It should be noted that the scenery in autumn is more gorgeous and magnificent, while the happiness in autumn is ten thousand times as magnificent, amazing and beautiful. I pity those women's intolerance and let them miss the grand gift of love autumn. " If Duncan is a man, it can be said that he has a background.