After reading the "Cultural Journey", I feel that the twilight is coming together and all the noise is calm. Nothing is better than reading in a quiet night. A solitary lamp and a cup of strong tea, put on the rest of the travel prose collection "Cultural Journey" and savor it carefully.
Seeking stability in silence is the realm of reading. The book was opened, and in an instant there appeared in front of me. He seemed to be drinking tea with me. Gradually, I involuntarily joined the traveling team. It seems that there is only one person in the whole trip, and that is me. The sky is vast and everything is so real. I am like the shadow of a tour guide, invisible, but everywhere, guiding me, influencing my thoughts, and making me truly realize this bitter trip.
I like drinking tea, especially strong tea-there is a faint fragrance in the green water. If you drink it in one gulp, you will complain. Tea can only be tasted slowly. The first bite may be bitter, but when you take it carefully, it seems like a long stream of water, and a sweet fragrance rises from your stomach and goes straight to your forehead. That kind of comfort can only be felt when you are around. The more you chew, the more you taste, and so does reading.
Here, my mind seems so pale and powerless. For example, the spring tide in Qiantang River, fine words have sweeping momentum. Every jumping character is a perfect combination, plain and touching.
I walked through Dunhuang and entered the Mogao Grottoes. "Looking at the Mogao Grottoes is not a specimen that has been dead for many years, but a life that has lived for more than a thousand years." Here, I am completely "melted by the torrent of history". "There is no repetition here, and true happiness never repeats. There is no stereotype here, and there is no room for real humanity. There is nothing here, only human life is transpiration. " Yes, what am I in the face of this thousand-year cultural accumulation? There happens to be a Taoist king in this holy place where pilgrims are numerous. Since then, the Chinese nation has been humiliated, but didn't Wang Daoshi make the Mogao Grottoes culture shine? There are so many cultures in China, but we just ignore this cultural treasure house. How sad it is!
"History has never given vassal status." "History has never pitied the weak." Shanghainese just have a spirit. They want to prove themselves strong. "The real strong, always occupy a place. Isn't that what the Chinese nation needs?
"No ruins, no yesterday, no yesterday, no today and tomorrow. Ruins are textbooks, let's read a geography as history; Ruins are a process, and life is to start from old ruins and move towards new ruins. Ruins are a long evolutionary chain. " "Grandma without wrinkles is terrible, and old people without white hair are sorry." In the collision between mind and soul, the call of "let history return to truth and life return to process" was issued.
A few days ago, I read Mr. Yu's "Cultural Journey". I didn't quite understand it, but I felt the great cultural connotation of China from ancient times to the present.
Among them, it tells about the characteristic landscape of China, the literary background and personality of countless China literati, and the infinite precious memories of the author's childhood and adolescence. The author expressed his feelings and feelings with mountains and rivers. I also experienced some wandering in Jiangnan, Suzhou, Lanzhou, Yangguan and Shanghai, enjoying the lingering and lonely night rain and the flourishing wintersweet, and paying homage to the beautiful brush culture and Chinese culture with the author.
Chimonanthus praecox's article mainly describes that in a hospital full of patients, patients are always emotionally unstable, which leads to excessive speech and takes it out on doctors and nurses in the hospital. But once, I happened to find a Chimonanthus praecox with yellow petals in the yard, and its fragrance was elegant and clean. Since then, the fragile mood of patients has changed because of this flower. During the snowstorm, nurses went to visit Chimonanthus praecox and even put up umbrellas for it. It is this Chimonanthus praecox that accompanies all patients.
What impressed me most about this article is that "the branches only stretch out in a sad historical shape here, which is really hard to imagine." At the top of such branches, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out. " It is this sentence that moved me inexplicably. No matter how ugly the dead branches of history are, beautiful and fresh wintersweet will grow at the top to adjust the patient's mood. Countless beautiful lives have unique significance. This wintersweet has cost countless patients a lot of money in Dai Yue. This kind of Chimonanthus praecox makes countless patients worry about it at night, feel sorry for its falling petals, and have to open an umbrella for it in the rain. There is always a small point in everyone's life, but it is a beautiful point for some people and even changes the scenery of their lives.
What kind of magic does a wintersweet have, so that Mr. Yu Yu Qiu can write an article for him alone? I think the author may have found peace of mind in this Chimonanthus praecox in the process of running around day and night, and saw that the patients found spiritual support because of this Chimonanthus praecox, so they had the confidence and courage to move on.
Spring comes, wintersweet withers, and more beautiful flowers will bloom, but patients will always remember that in that snowy winter, a fresh and beautiful wintersweet accompanied them and inspired them to move towards a better tomorrow.
There is a big study in my home, and there are hundreds of books in it. I look for books in it for hours if I have nothing to do. Once, I turned to an old green book, Yu's Cultural Journey, and turned the yellow side. I was shocked by the grief and indignation described in the article about the sacredness of Mogao Grottoes and Taoist pagodas. The beautiful scenery of Dunhuang deeply attracted me and made me yearn for Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes.
In my memory, I read a book, and I seem to be following in the footsteps, imagining coming to Dunhuang. To this day, whenever I think of Dunhuang, I feel like walking in the Mogao Grottoes.
Go into the cave and look at the exquisite murals and solemn statues. Although the people and things in the picture have gone through thousands of years, they still maintain their original colors. The Buddha in the painting looks carefree and seems to be smiling at me. Although the colors are not very clear in some places because of the age, most of the paintings are well preserved. Most statues have a history of 1300 years, but they are lifelike, elegant and attractive.
But there are several murals, which are pale and some are "covered with black ash". What's more, even the paintings are gone, leaving only empty walls. Although the statues are not easy to destroy, some of them are beyond recognition. Who did this? Who promised?
I came to a place called the Sutra Cave. Although it's a Tibetan sutra cave, where can I get the scriptures? Looking inward from the square door less than a square of the Tibetan Sutra Cave, I saw that it was dark and I could only vaguely see a few inconspicuous "small paper rolls".
In my memory, I read a book, and I continued to follow Mr. Yu's footsteps to the Taoist temple.
Where have countless scriptures gone? Like Yu, these questions have followed me for many years. Finally, the tower appeared. I can't help but feel deeply. Yes, one day in 1900, Wang Yuanlu of Wangdaotu stumbled upon the Tibetan Sutra Cave, which was a good thing, but since the beginning of the 20th century, foreigners have heard about it one after another. Because China was at sixes and sevens at that time, Wang Daotu didn't know the goods, and they actually sold these national treasures at a low price. Since then, foreign countries have begun to wantonly destroy murals, scriptures and sculptures in Tibetan scriptures caves and various caves.
The memory of those towers in the cultural pilgrimage will never disappear in the passage of time.
What I saw from the book "Cultural Journey" is not only the exquisite murals and sculptures of the Mogao Grottoes, but also the rise and fall of the nation, the pedantry of the Chinese people and the invasion of foreigners! Some people in history say that Wang Daotu is a sinner, but I don't agree. Wang Daotu is just an unfortunate discoverer. At that time, the country was in a mess and no one was in charge. At best, he is a kind-hearted but ignorant person, but the real guilty people are bureaucrats in the late Qing Dynasty, who can influence the rise and fall of history and the country!
I watched "Cultural Journey" for 4 hours. I like traveling very much, like new things outside, and like beautiful scenery, but that's all I like. Get on the bus and sleep, get off the bus and take pictures. Just get off and look at the scenic spots and historic sites, and take a picture by the way. I never thought about the hidden stories behind these scenic spots until I recently happened to turn to Mr. Yu's book "Cultural Journey" and lamented the culture behind his every trip.
It was in the dead of night that I accidentally found this book on the dusty shelf. It was also in such a cold night that I followed Yu Xiansheng on a difficult trip to China. The first stop was the Thawing Village where Mr. Yu walked out, a village with many archways, where I met Pan Mugong, the respected chief architect of memorial. He built memorial archways for many women who committed suicide, but every time the graves were empty. Later, many beautiful female teachers suddenly appeared in the village of a nun and taught many female students. "They are like a group of fairies who landed on the earth, with clouds and fog." Is the feudal marriage unbearable for my father? Are the disappearing girls the beautiful female teachers? Perhaps this will be the only hard ice in that gradually thawing village.
Walking through the countryside, I came to Dujiangyan, which was built more than 2000 years ago. An elderly ancestor did not become a portrait hanging on the wall, nor did it become history in the book. Walking through the river, we came to the cliff of Mingsha Mountain in Dunhuang. One by one, we dug caves with the times. Ancient murals describe the development and historical changes of Buddhism, from the original bodhisattva to a chic celebrity, to a beautiful flying sky, and then to a plump woman in the Tang Dynasty. The integration of different ethnic groups has been reflected here. Look carefully at the sculpture in front of the human wall on this wall. It seems that everything has come back to life. Walking monks and working painters have been handed down from generation to generation.
Going deep into the desert, I met a clear spring, a clear spring flowing for thousands of years, a humble house, a vicissitudes of life, away from noise and impatience. In the quietest place in the desert, listening to the whistling wind and sand, drinking clear spring water and not eating fireworks can be so charming.
Turn pages at will, walk at will, and walk through Qian Shan without too much embellishment. I recorded every scene in his arduous journey with the simplest words, and excavated every hidden culture with the wisest mind. Word by word, step by step, calm down and slowly realize the broadness of China culture. On the journey of culture, every piece of land I walked through contained a period of history, sad stories, unforgettable experiences, glory and shame. History cannot be changed. We can only learn from the lessons and make the hidden cultural spirit appear.
The world is so big that I want to see it. Maybe we should really take a walk on the vast land of China, not only to satisfy our vision, but also to pursue the historical footprint, explore culture and find the source of spirit. The ultimate benchmark of all cultures and the ultimate balance between right and wrong in the world still depend on mountains and rivers. Let's go, walk on the land, walk in history, abandon all sadness and doubts, and keep going along the hard road.