w88 casino News Network (provided by Guoguang College) The results of the third Guanyin Mountain Cup "Beautiful China" national travel essay competition sponsored by People's Literature Magazine and Guanyin Mountain National Forest Park have been announced. The application genres for this session include prose, poetry, and poetry. Nearly 5,000 essays were received from writers and literature lovers at home and abroad. After repeated discussions and multiple rounds of voting by the judges, the winning authors of the third Guanyinshan Cup "Beautiful China" were selected61Famous, award-winning works61Article. Professor Zhao Hongyan of Guanguan College of w88 casino won the "Beautiful China" Essay Award for her essay "Moving Beijing City". The original text is as follows:
Love in Beijing
Zhao Hongyan
Mr. Lao She said,There is one of the most beautiful streets in Beijing.
Let’s walk together on the most beautiful street in Beijing.
Walked through the old Beijing alleys and the “matching” courtyards, walked through the small mountainside buildings in Beihai Park, walked through the Yandai Xiejie and the “Yinding Mountain View”, walked through the Begonia Courtyard of Soong Ching Ling’s former residence, and walked Passed the Yuedong Gate of Prince Gong's Mansion, walked past the Red Building of Peking University and the May 4th Square, walked past the Gu Weijun Mansion where Dr. Sun Yat-sen died, walked past "in front of the Duan Qirui Administration" where Liu Hezhen was killed, and walked past... and the eight major places built near the West Mountain.
I really want to go on like this with you until the end of time.
Yes, the most beautiful street and the most beautiful spiritual experience.
The small building in Beihai
I think of the small building in Beihai again.
Under the setting sun, the light blue sky has light golden clouds, and the green pine and green tiles. Autumn flowers are dripping on the gentle waves of the sea, whispering the sweet words of lovers. The rose-colored dusk burns with cotinus and captivates our eyes emotionally. There is also the winding corridor facing the water, which is like a soft belt, lovingly wrapping around Qionghua Island. In the artistic conception of "one pond and three immortal mountains", my greedy eyes were fixed on the small building on the mountainside.
Traveling through the Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, I have tasted sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and experienced joy, anger, sadness, anger and resentment... I am used to looking at the spring flowers and autumn moon, and quietly observing the various aspects of life. , lamenting the impermanence of prosperity, looking back on the long journey home... She had no intention of looking at Penglai drunkenly, nor did she want to run to Yingzhou forever. She just stood quietly on the ancient wall in the small building in Beihai, with beautiful appearance and elegant figure.
Who is she missing and waiting for in the small building in Beihai? Is she happy, or sad? Does she want to hold the iron pipa and sing "The great rivers and rivers are gone to the east, and all the romantic figures of the ages", or play the guzheng and sigh "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival"? I couldn't tell at the moment.
Is this Li Yu’s small building? In the middle of the night, the former king stood up in his robes and sat in front of the lamp. He thought to himself that when he had jade railings and red gauze tents, he was now alone, with a cold quilt and a pillow. How could he not feel sad? It is true that "the east wind blew again last night in the small building, and the motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon"! Is this Lu You's small building? Here, the poet repeatedly chanted "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty", enjoying a few days of rare leisure time in his life. Is this Lu Xun's small building? He "hid in a small building and became one, taking care of winter, summer, spring and autumn." A fighter in society is destined to endure more hardships and tortures, and the tolerant small building is the place where he heals his wounds. Is this Rowan’s small building? The faint fragrance of cinnamon came with the wind, and I heard the sentimental singer singing sadly - "The small building with the bright moon, lonely and no one to express my love." In fact, the most common stories in the small building are women's stories. Yu Qiuyu once praised Su Xiaoxiao, saying that she transformed her persistence in love into her persistence in beauty. This charming beauty in the small building, with her persistence in love and beauty, quietly passed away in her most glorious years. Her life was as short and majestic as a cherry blossom, making future generations fascinated by her. Isn't this persistence in love and sensitivity to beauty the origin of our acquaintance?
Or, it should be Liu Chi and Qiao Yu’s small building, right? The water in front of the small building is as clear as a mirror, and happy people are boating on it. Clear laughter rises from time to time, and the countless lovesickness spreads like ripples. Each circle is the smile line on my lips, all the way to the end. "Let us row the oars and the boat pushes away the waves. The sea reflects the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls. The boat ripples gently in the water, and the cool wind blows in front of it." The waves gently lapped the sea, and you sang to me quietly beside me, like a dream. At this moment, I hope that this ferry will never dock.
Think too much, just nestle in your arms, rest on your broad shoulders, watch the wind curtains weave, the rain curtains become heavy, the willows pile up with smoke, the catkins fly like a dream, watch the tide rise and fall, the flowers bloom and the grass wither, the clouds drift and stars fall, the sun rises and the moon Falling... I just don’t want to see people coming and going, I just want the two of us inside and outside the building, singing to our heart’s content in the blue waves of the North Sea; or when the moon is full, there is a faint fragrance in the air, you protect me and wrap the veil of dreams for me!
The small buildings in the North Sea have been watching here for hundreds of years; the small fish in the North Sea have been enjoying themselves here for hundreds of years; the clear water of the North Sea has flowed here for hundreds of years; the boats of the North Sea have been anchored here for hundreds of years; the fast snow of the North Sea has accumulated here for hundreds of years; the calligraphy of the North Sea has been passed down here for hundreds of years; the trees of the North Sea have been standing here for hundreds of years; the daisies of the North Sea have been displayed here for hundreds of years...
And how many times have we passed by here in the past few hundred years?
Then I remembered another sentence - "It is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover one night than to display it on the cliff for a thousand years." After meeting you, I realized the happiness of being a woman. My eyes are slightly wet, and my heart is bitter and sweet, sour and gentle.
Holding your hand, a moment is a lifetime.
Moon Cave Gate
Actually, I haven't figured it out myself - there are so many doors in Prince Gong's Mansion, including the main entrance, the side entrance, the Western Gate, the main entrance, the second entrance, the third entrance, the hanging flower gate... why I can't forget this exquisite Moon Cave Gate.
Actually, I am surprised myself - I have walked through so much along the way, including Pine Street, Liuyin Street, Dashihu Hutong, Wuliang Adult Hutong, Hutong Tour, the Art of Brick Cutting, Grand Theater, Liubei Pavilion, Fu Jen Catholic University, Prince Gong's Mansion Stable, Guo Moruo's Former Residence...but I just miss this small moon cave door.
Like the gates of all royal palaces, the majestic main entrance of Prince Gong’s Mansion is a symbol of the royal family and makes people afraid to get close to it. This is for the princes to come and go in eight-carriage sedan chairs, and for the officials to dismount and stand respectfully. Naturally, an ordinary woman cannot come and go at will. In that era, women could only humbly enter through the side door, sometimes sitting in embroidered sedan chairs and slowly rocking, sometimes walking on lotus steps, shyly and timidly walking into the splendid palace, transforming from simple girls into lonely women.
Look at the "second door" again. It is also known as the hanging flower door. It is dignified and gorgeous, with carved beams and paintings. It is really a very particular door! The hanging flower door is also a very practical door: it separates the inner house from the outer house, maintaining the mystery and tranquility of the royal family; it has a gorgeous eave, which shows its grandeur and can also protect it from heat and rain. There are exquisite beams and columns hanging at both ends of the eaves, depicting the colorful appearance of agarwood, like an upside-down lotus. There is also a winding verandah behind the beams and pillars, where you can sit and rest while gazing.
Compared with the Hanging Flower Gate, the Moon Cave Gate is too simple, as simple as a discordant note in the palace. It shouldn't be a "door" in the strict sense, right? At a casual glance, the moon cave door has no doors or windows, just a simple circular arc; but if you look closely, you will see that it is continuous, lively and ethereal, standing there generously and generously, for beauties and coquettish guests to gaze at the moon. So in this simplicity, I felt a faint smell of bamboo, like a slim woman walking gracefully, "remembering the green skirt and pity the grass everywhere."
By the way, there really is bamboo here! I rubbed my eyes. Really, it wasn't that I was blinded. In the north, bamboo is a very rare thing. Summer is green, and so are bamboos. In the small courtyard between the Weeping Flower Gate and the Moon Cave Gate, there are a few clusters of green bamboo scattered on the ground. Outside the dark red verandah, the swaying bamboo shadows are cool, elegant and warm, with the smoke of sandalwood, the sound of the cave flute, the smell of books... and even more profound softness! I thought again of the watery girl in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. "My mind is still entangled with thousands of knots, and the loneliness in Xiaoxiang is full of smoke." This is a poem I wrote for this weak girl many years ago. I think about her immortal figure, delicate eyebrows, and her innate resentment, which arouses the love and pity of a passionate young man!
Is this a lonely courtyard in the palace, where a poor woman who loves her lovesickness lives? In other words, behind the moon cave door, there is another story about a deep courtyard and a stranger to Xiao Lang? This kind of story has been passed down for thousands of years, and has become a song and dance on the streets, literature on desks, and plots in theaters. However, it is so ordinary, simple, and formulaic that it cannot be recorded or tested in history. I can't help but feel sad for those things that are drowned in dust and smoke.
Yes, compared with the main entrance of the palace, the Moon Cave Gate is too small, too small to carry the mist of history. I remember Mr. Hou Renzhi said, "A Prince Gong's Mansion is half the history of the Qing Dynasty"; the Moon Cave Gate is too narrow to accommodate a woman's various lovesickness and tenderness. I said,"Only you can see my tenderness"; the moon cave door is too light, too light to hold up a dear face - that is where my heart takes refuge when there is thunder and lightning.
There is a word called Shen Fei Hun Chi, which I saw for the first time a few days ago. I immediately thought of you: smiling leisurely, remembering lightly, condensing deeply... Was it just because of you that my soul flew away? As long as you are by my side, I have a spiritual crutch. We want to be together gently and humorously, this is the original intention of our love.
On the slowly pulling out train, we said goodbye, reluctant to leave. I just hope that the train will also become a moon cave door, allowing us to come and go freely, meet tenderly and humorously, and be together forever.
June is not a Begonia day
"Song Qingling loved crabapples, and Zhou Enlai asked to plant a few in the courtyard." You introduced me.
I looked intently and saw several crabapples in the courtyard. Although the trees were not tall, they had sparse branches and dense leaves. It must be very lively when they bloom!Those iron-red flowers are burning with passion, stretching their eyebrows, vying to bloom one after another, heavy and full of joy like a tide. So beautiful!
But, June is not a Begonia day.
The begonia flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry again, but yesterday the awns were planted.
Situations are born from the heart, and integrity is created by the heart. Begonia has a heart, morning and evening.
This season, Begonia has not bloomed.
The Begonia Courtyard is lonely and lonely. There are no fallen flowers and no colorful flowers. There are only luxuriant and fragrant grasses that follow the winding path leading to the secluded place and go further and further away. The courtyard is quiet and there are not many tourists, so we sit leisurely on the corridor. Suddenly, we heard birds chirping. You said they were swallows, and the swallows were whispering between the beams. I chuckled, thinking of myself. Then, we started talking about birdsong: for example, people often say that the nightingale is singing, because its voice is clear and graceful...
Finally, you judged that what we heard should be the sound of sparrows. Because the swallows murmur, their murmurs are only two or three, sometimes long and sometimes short; but the sparrows chirp endlessly. I smiled and said, don’t be too demanding. In this courtyard without crabapple flowers, it’s good to hear the sound of birds chirping.
This season, Begonia has not bloomed.
Traveling with you makes me smile like a flower.
We enter Houhai from Yandai Xiejie. You said that the roads in Beijing are basically straight. The reason why they are slanted here is because they were rebuilt from waterways. Seeing the seal stone, you told me that the stone for carving should be soft, but not too soft. The best stone is Tianhuang stone, but Tianhuang stone is difficult to find now. As the saying goes, "Gold has a price, but Tianhuang is priceless." When you arrive at Yinding Bridge, you said that this place is called "Yinding Mountain View" because in the past, standing on the bridge, you could see all the way to the West Mountain. Unfortunately, it is now blocked by tall modern buildings. On one side of the bridge is Prince Chun's Mansion and on the other side is Prince Gong's Mansion. When Puyi's father Zaifeng went to Zhongnanhai to "work" from the palace, he had to pass by the Yinding Bridge every day. Wang Jingwei once ambush under the bridge to assassinate him, but the homemade bomb was of poor quality and did not explode.
We visited Soong Ching Ling’s former residence and the original back garden of Prince Chun’s Mansion. Seeing a group photo of the three Song sisters when they were young, I asked you which one of them do I look like? You look at the photos carefully, then look at me, and say I look more like Soong Ching Ling because she has a round face. We climbed up the stairs and arrived at a small, exquisite pavilion. Next to it was a stone with the inscription "Qingxue". The stone was upright and regular, looking graceful and dignified. The top was a large white area, like a pile of snow. You also mentioned a scene in Beijing - "Qingxue in the West Mountain". There is also a Tingyu Pavilion in the back garden, which is a quiet little pavilion built on a high place. You said that you can see the water of Houhai from here, which is very beautiful especially on rainy days. I thought of the "White Strips in the Waves" in the Water Margin, and I thought about it endlessly. The raindrops hitting the lake in Houhai looked like rain hitting white stripes and silver fish. It was really beautiful!
This season, Begonia has not bloomed.
June is not a Begonia day.
I say you are April in the world.
Eight major places
You ask me
Do you know "Bada Shanren"?
I deliberately said: "Eight masters who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, have literary talent and pride..." That was a joke made by the candidates when Yu Qiuyu was recruiting for his master's degree.
There is actually only one person among the "Bada Shanren", Zhu Da, the one who specializes in painting strange birds and stupid fish.
You asked me again if I could go to the "Bada Shanren", and I said smartly: "Since there is only one Badashanren, then there must be only one Badashan."
However, the "Eight Great Places" do have eight "places" - eight temples: Chang'an Temple, Lingguang Temple, Sanshan Temple, Dabei Temple, Longquan Temple, Xiangjie Temple, Baozhu Cave, and Chengguo Temple.
Along the way, I always want to touch you, cling to you, and be closely connected with you. You stretched out your strong arms and hugged me completely. Your broad shoulders are my solid support.
There is a couplet written on the Eight Great Paths of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva - "Only one who can suffer is a lofty ideal, and one who is willing to suffer losses is not a fool." Read and feel relieved. I came here to find freedom in this life, and I don’t want to be enslaved by things or fettered by people. But I am willing to care about you and be trapped by love. Loving you is my greatest freedom and peace. I am a fool, but I am not a fool either.
I often savor the details of being with you, and I feel the corners of my mouth turn up, and I can't help but secretly enjoy myself. It turns out that you are in my heart, and every detail stirs my insides. I finally knew that I would be intoxicated by a man, and with you, I found the feeling of being a woman.
——Your arms are my final refuge.
Think more, write more articles and do more things for you. I will be brave because of love and kind because of love. I will be brave and tender from now on. With you, I will cultivate myself better and make you comfortable in every smile and every season.
Because I love you, I will think from your point of view; because I love you, I will understand your happiness and sorrow. Please believe that I will have richer content than Shu Ting's "To the Oak". She said: "It seems like we are separated forever, but we are always dependent on each other. This is great love, and steadfastness is here." Think about it, many people in the world "live to live", I want to say to you: "Thank you fate for allowing me to meet, know each other... and fall in love with you."
I have never loved a man so much, do you believe it?
If there is a Buddha in this world, if the Buddha really has three lives - the past life, this life and the next life, if the Buddha really accepts the fireworks of mortals, I will often go to the "Eight Great Places" to think, ask and seek, think about the sweetness of our previous relationship, ask about our fate in this life, and pray for our reunion in the next life.
I often dream of such a scene:
The moonlight is like water, and the western mountains are silent. We sat in silence on the top of the mountain, enjoying the rare and wonderful solitude. At this time, the moonlight is like flowing water, slowly eroding our faces and dyeing our black hair white, thereby continuing the pity of life and the helplessness of death. The sound of broken Hong wailed the pain of losing a lover, the overwhelming loneliness and the hopeless love; the yellow leaves were all over the sky, outside the blue sky, on the lovesickness tower.
“Things are different and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, shed tears first.” In the face of eternity and one-dimensional time, everyone is a passerby on the earth. We are all weak and unable to compete with time. Because of love, we are more fragile and more afraid of separation. If love cannot make us stronger, then what is the power of love? Can Buddha tell me?
Today I think that even if we have only been together for a few decades in this world, they are still quality decades. No one can separate us except time. We are absolutely alike in one thing, that is, we cannot tolerate a less than wonderful life! Even if we face the challenge of time, we will not give up easily. Even if we are all so old that we can only sit in front of the lamp, we still have the peace and freedom we have today.
I remember watching a stage play called "Alive or Dead". The play says, "Death is real, everything else is false." Even so, I am still willing to pursue life and illusion. In the illusion, you exist in the space of my existence. At the moment when the cover was lifted, I saw your affectionate eyes. Two passionate and lonely souls meet and never want to be separated. So I said: "Meteor is beautiful, the courage accumulated for the moment of glory."
If my soft body slowly rises like a white lotus; I hold a green umbrella embroidered with incense and transform into wind, rain, flowing water and clouds, my dear, what kind of surprise will you have? Patience is a kind of beauty. A short farewell is better than a new marriage, so why insist on the present or eternal life? When I am with you, I do everything without worrying about worldly views or changing the pattern of reality. Dancing in shackles is itself an established routine and a convention.
Whether there is love or no love, looking back at the end of the day is a lifetime.
"Bada Chu" refers to eight temples, "Bada Hutong" refers to eight alleys...but there is only one "Bada Shanren".
——Actually, these are not important.
Form does not matter, quantity does not matter, time does not matter.
The important thing is that we have truly lived.
Because love is eternal.
[About the author]
Zhao Hongyan, a native of Luzhou, Sichuan, is a professor at the w88 casino of International Relations at the w88 casino.
