Author: Li Li.
Deep courtyard, every pen in the poetry and painting of the ancients, among them, and Song Ci as the most. "The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are smoking, and the curtains are not repeated. This is the famous sentence in the Song Dynasty great poet Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", rows of willows pile up green smoke clouds, a heavy curtain I don't know how many layers, this winding path through the deep courtyard, depicting the haunting Chinese classical life aesthetics. At that time, most of the poets, whether they were emperors, dignitaries, ordinary people, monks, or dusty women, lived in a certain courtyard. The Chinese courtyard in the Song Dynasty, with its wonderful life feelings and aesthetic tastes, has always influenced Chinese literature and even daily life since the Song Dynasty.
Nowadays, we have lived in the gray city for a long time, and we are surrounded by reinforced concrete, glass curtain walls, high-rise buildings, and barriers. There have been countless times such imagination, looking for a place surrounded by green mountains and green waters, living in a traditional old-style courtyard, the study is simple but not simple, sitting on a comfortable wooden chair in my spare time, holding a favorite book, quietly reading for an afternoon, reading and reading, looking up, a ray of sunlight flying through the carved window lattice;Or on a good day in spring and autumn, make an appointment with a few confidants and friends, brew a pot of good tea under the vine trellis, watch the plantain planted in the courtyard swaying in the breeze, the heart ......of the banana is curled, the banana leaves are stretched, this volume is a shu, like a love vein, dependent on each other, and the affection is infinitely deep and longEvery time I think of these charming pictures, it seems that the days can be as leisurely as the mood.
If I had a small garden, I would be sure to spend my days in and out of the flowers. It is an elegance rooted in the depths of the hearts of the Chinese people. Among the flowers, the grass and trees are like a clear spring infiltrating the horizon. Whether in the past or now, the flowers and grass can always make people calm down slowly and inadvertently. In addition to planting flowers such as plum blossoms, camellias, rhododendrons, peonies, orchids, and roses, I also want the garden to climb the walls of wisteria, and the vines that grow meandering are verdant, so that the interior is full of greenery. I also have to build a platform and dig a pond, and on the edge of the small pond, plant willows, and water lilies in the pond, so that there is an oriental leisurely taste. The weeping willows are rippling, the sky is bright and cloudy, and the flowers floating on the water are water lilies like illusions. In the middle of summer, the leaves of the water lily spread out in the water, and the pink flowers are half sinking and half floating, and each petal carries the smell of rain. The courtyard should also be planted with tall Chinese sycamores, and the sycamore rain under the sycamore trees, the slightest wisps of sorrow in this courtyard will be scattered. In autumn, wander around the courtyard and catch the fallen leaves. Leave the layers of fallen leaves unswept, let the paulownia leaves rush over the path like a golden tide, and the footsteps make a rustling sound on the dry fallen leaves. At this time, it is best to comprehend the birth, aging, sickness and death of a tree, and to understand the Zen of a fallen leaf.
Of course, in addition to the sycamores, I would like to plant more trees of different varieties. The trees grow slowly, but it doesn't matter, I think this garden not only endures time, but also mellows because of it. A beautiful courtyard needs to spend a dozen years or more overgrown with moss and leafy leaves, with the fragments of stone slabs on the path blending into the surroundings, and the tree trunks and rocks covered with thick moss. A courtyard with a long charm, it does not mind oxidation, mutilation, and rain marks, but accumulates the years themselves with the traces of time. The so-called courtyard is a little deeper?This depth can not be understood as a kind of landscape feeling, it is more of an inner thing. This depth is the depth of emotion, when people have a deep affection for plants, plants will also give affectionate feedback to people in a subtle way through various senses. The tranquility and abundance of plants correspond to the abundance and tranquility of people, and there is a homogeneous exchange of breath and energy exchange. In this kind of exchange and exchange, there is something deep that grows, and this is how the long charm of the courtyard is cultivated.
Compared with the modern life of reinforced concrete, the classical life is obviously more poetic, the sense of freedom when people get along with the land and nature, the cultural aura given to the courtyard by Chinese civilization, between the green mountains and green waters, between the change of morning and twilight, in the breeze and white dew, in the spring green and autumn yellow. Nature has always been the poetic habitat of the Chinese spirit, and it has been so for thousands of years. Nowadays, many people still remember the song "See the smoke rise again", but in fact, we can hardly see the smoke anymore. Many people have recited the poem "Chang'an is a month, and ten thousand households pound their clothes", but few people can see the scene of beating clothes with a mallet by the railing of a stream well. Many people have read the Chinese courtyard in the Song Dynasty, "the courtyard is a little deep, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated", but we basically have no experience of courtyard life. We are in the city building, there is not enough space, can be placed into the courtyard of a pool of water, a bridge, a house, a tree, we can only have a small balcony, in the crowding of all kinds of daily sundries, reluctantly put a leaf of grass, a stone, a flower, a piece of moss, and strive to carve out a world for themselves, quietly enjoy the plant to bring their own ** and peace. In the past, the courtyard was full of seasons in spring, autumn, winter and summer, and there were always different small animals in the courtyard, and all kinds of sounds were intertwined, so lively. Nowadays we can't find a bird, a fish, a butterfly, a ladybug.
Browse**, and see that in the entry of "know", the word "flower and grass" is a derogatory term, which is explained as: in modern society, the idiom "flower and grass" is usually used to describe some people who are too idle, have no actual job or career, and just pass the time with nothing to do. I think that the person who provided this entry may not have been "quiet in the deep courtyard, empty in the small courtyard" since he was a child, "go up to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, the lonely Wutong deep courtyard, lock Qingqiu", "Helpless flowers fall, déjà vu Yan returns." The small garden incense path wanders alone", "the love silk blows to the idle courtyard" and other poems and rhymes have nourished, otherwise his soul may not be so numb and indifferent. After the industrial civilization, the soul of human beings has been greatly desertified, and it has not been able to sprout a dense spring. Living in a manic, congested world, it is difficult for us to focus on and delicately ** the world to make our lives more meaningful.
It can be said that we live in an era where there is no courtyard. For, in order for the courtyard or garden to be fully visible in space, it is necessary to give it a long and lasting time that is increasingly not allowed in our time. The time in the intersection of subjective and objective dimensions is the invisible environment that allows the flowers in the garden to bloom slowly. Waiting for the vegetation to flourish, it will take a long time for the viewer to actually see the garden. Most people have long since lost the effort and willingness to do so, let alone the mental focus. Something had been lost, in an abandoned suburb, in some courtyard that no longer existed.
South Borges.
From one of your patios,**
Ancient Stars;
From the bench in the shadows,**
These are the little highlights that are scattered;
My ignorance has not yet learned to call them by name, nor will they be arranged into constellations;
I feel only the swirl of the water.
In a secluded pool;
Feel only the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, the serenity of sleeping birds, the curved arch of the foyer, the humidity.
These things, perhaps, are poetry.