Strange to say, the realization of beauty in memory actually begins with books.

It takes a little effort to see the beautiful scenery in this city where I live. This city gives me the impression that it is dirty, chaotic, noisy and shabby. There are many beautiful things in nature, such as a flower and a cloud. My city is suitable for taking photos instead of sightseeing. Every time I come back from a scenic spot, I am always depressed. Past numbness is washed away by waterfalls, forests, deserts and oceans, and fresh sensory nerves feel pain. My friend taught me a way to look at pictures: roll up magazines and enjoy them with one eye like a telescope. At this point, the confusion outside the frame was covered up, and the painting was much brighter and more stereoscopic. The beauty of the city is also obtained in this way.

However, I can't always walk in the street with one eye narrowed. My impression is always the overall impression.

"Two yellow cranes sing green willows, and a row of egrets fly to heaven. The window contains Xiling Snow, at the entrance of Wu Dong Wan Li Boat Park. "

This is where my aesthetic consciousness began.

The beauty of China's classical poems is so pure that people can't help it. I don't know or need to know where Liu Cui is, and I don't need to know the vicissitudes of this century and the scenery of Wan Li. "The old vine is faint and the crane is faint, and the bridge is flowing." When you jump, your eyes will flash when you read.

"If you don't see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven, you will never return to the sea."

This is the motivation.

"A river gone forever, the waves washed away romantic figures of all times."

This is generosity.

"Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it."

This is a heavy sadness.

People gradually walked into the landscape, flooded the landscape and left a little breath.

"Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies."

Three swallows fly, and people are more lonely.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." 、

This requires mood. Although I don't have that kind of detachment, I have a yearning for detachment. An old gentleman recently discovered that Tao Yuanming was squint, because he picked chrysanthemums in Dongli but saw Nanshan. I think this is also a game theory. Not only Nanshan, Beishan and Xishan are also visible. You don't even have to squint, just turn around. I think it is easy for us to get bored with such a poem, because we have neither chrysanthemums to harvest nor Nanshan to see, and what we see is mostly human eyes, so we need to study whether it is oblique.

From poetry to life, people's feelings have two systems: art and non-art, and art is our harbor to escape the pressure of reality. It is magnified in my heart until it overflows day by day. Beauty is abstract in the mind, so there is no need for specific objects.

Beauty is often nameless. Walking in Jiuzhaigou, watching the nearby water and distant mountains, patting trees, counting cows and washing feet on the pearl beach. I can't point out a specific beauty, even if I point it out, it is illusory. That is the feeling of harmony between man and nature, harmony between man and nature. All the details faded away, and there was an inexplicable pleasure in my heart. Landscape is no longer an object; So people will no longer rule everything. Everything is in harmony in this beautiful time and place. You don't need to decorate, work hard and think. Many people set up cameras and many people set up drawing boards. However, everything is in vain, because the choice is redundant. I think what we love is such a profound situation and all of it. Otherwise, how can tourism become an all-round plan for mankind? This beauty is more vital than the chanting of "green, fat, red and thin".

It is a great blessing to see beauty often in life, especially if you can see beauty that others can't observe. Fortunately, there are human feelings, strength and loftiness outside the mountains and rivers, which enrich people's emotions.

Many years ago, I stood on the balcony and watched a man walk through an alley. She came into my sight until she disappeared, only for a minute. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know love or lust. I just want to have a look. If there is a so-called "consciousness of beauty" in the world, it is it. This is the most typical and common consciousness, during which there is no language participation, and there is no need for learning and training. It is a real consciousness that can't help. (selected from Chen Cun's "Reading while Lying Down")