2010年12月27日星期一

Village Charm

Village Charm

Wind is the soul of a native village.
Village wind, do not like always stay in one fixed place, but like all day long like a ghost wandering around freely, sometimes north and sometimes south, sometimes to the East suddenly West Village tail end of the village, the slope before the Au , the field valley, the mountains green, it should be a visit to the tour, swing a swing, look, look. Where it is wandering, where you can feel the atmosphere of the countryside.
From years of living and working in the country's sake, country fared very familiar with the wind and my familiar, too familiar Like the lines on my palm, stud tenderness spread to my whole body; also like the yellow earth under my feet the same can be aware of her voice and face with closed eyes. Civil use, strong like wine, the wind Every time I see my country, and I am very affectionate.
Of course, and everything else, the wind is also a village temper. Different season, different seasons, different places, the wind is also radically different temperament, and even different. If the spring, the wind is like a village only a yellow dog chasing its tail, a soft warm tongue out, what about licking my hand, pulling my clothes, how to drive also go away. If the summer, the chill wind blowing in a Unit, with the unique mountain atmosphere, with very hot the flowers and touch my face, my heart and spleen infiltration, and my heart ah sweet than his mouth a piece of candy still do. If the fall, the wind will have a taste of the crops mature, and that faint mellow, like a child to the street porter, wine accidentally spilled all the way, some people vaguely intoxicated. If the winter, the wind wrapped in snow, "the north wind that blows snow drift ... that ..." the wind in the snow like so many of the jade butterfly flapping its wings, gently every now and then, then, that is not the same.
Because of the wind's sake, many villages could not be more normal ordinary things, the wind bound into a book page after page, there will be some poetic. You see, that the evening breeze of smoke, filled the village, Nana curl, Tingting Li Li, and how it all as one country girls in the stunning grace Qinggemanwu as transparent as youthful, gentle like spring flowers, laughter Ying Ying in, I do not know how many people caught the heart ah! Which you look at the front of the pond water, no wind when it is so calm, like a possession in the country girls in purdah, timid, and afraid to see people; but the wind blows, they float to the surface layers microwave, then waves or light blue, or blue, or grass green, or dark green, or green in with the blue, or blue with green, then a sparkling pool ah, like a beautiful village girl's eyes, water Lingling, each one are in the teaser. There are those leaves in the autumn wind, a gust of wind came, like a beautiful elf, flutters down from the front, and a gust of wind to go, the sky flying like sprites lightly, as there are only so many golden butterflies, busy Busy mediocre, and gathered together, as if a grand opening party, surprise, the wind in the leaves, had so beautiful!
Wind is the country's roots, is the country's most enduring the vicissitudes of life. Speaking of rural wind, reminds me of two things. The first was when I was in the Red Rock Town government. Government has a female cadre, had a son, are a year old, but also quick as a newly born, it was a pulled muscle does not skinny, not speak, do not walk. The mother of women cadres who came from the village government to see her, see it, that this child due to the wind, to to get outdoors for a ride. After her ride in the open air every day with children, a few days, the boy a long strong, and will speak, will walk. Women cadres who are wondering, asked her mother, her mother said the children see the wind long ah. The second is that there is One winter, the town government organized the town cadres vigorously afforestation of barren hills around our trees grown intensively, by the way my government has planted a tree in the yard camphor tree. Before planting, I under the feet of base fertilizer. A few years later, the trees are green mountains, tree camphor tree may be resistant to the wearer, the death is not alive. I asked the old secretary, the old secretary said that the lack of wind the tree, you need one place to another. I re-dug up the tree, planted in a well ventilated place, and sure enough, after a few years, tree camphor trees grown on non-fast become the town government in the unique landscape.

hope of a happy

 hope of a happy

A kind of happiness, is the monk in the desert oasis of water encountered survivor.
It reminds me of the poem last night after the Grand Sood Lament.
Monthly poetry reading last time she was just like the original as disapproval Dickinson, impetuous heart will always be those voices full of noise, until tired, they would understand that no one stream at households have a lonely soul, brilliant. The face of the vast empty poetry, bustling heart needs a plain return.
Read their names, we thought she was Tibetan or, as the central warehouse Gyatso, or that she received the call of Falun, or that she is the Bayan Har snow lotus, or that the heart is that clean luxuriantly in the grasslands.
She even let us think of the song "Dear girl, I love you", as we may think that she has a warm heart.
No, she is a poetry of the patients Nordic women, we do not know if anyone sang her songs like a warm, fresh air only know Davos also can not save her lungs.
Lonely night, I sleep quietly bringing back memories of this poem:
In our world full of sunshine
I just garden bench
And the bench that the sun cat
I sat there
A letter in my arms
A unique message
That is my dream ... ...
I know there will still be hot in the middle of the night the tears, the body is so humble, there is a soul, such as the winter bloom, fragrance and elegance.
Almost no poetry in the North Island to Europe exotic drink the water, he does not ask, do not go to answer, he only with open eyes, beheld the West from the east, and from the West and beheld the east. Today, China and Europe, trade, such as rolling of the water, a poet, only a pure expression of the poetry.
Our lives, may really need a new make bullets fly.
Impulsive and cold air needs a Qiang Lu fly. Zhang Mazi and son of the dialogue is very interesting, Mu Zha (Mozart) music and bandits, the details may seem absurd, yet we perceive, whether born in where the home of the soul need art blooming flower.
Want to read a Grand Sood, read distressed, when the future generations with the performance, Symbolism, Futurism to sing praises of the time, I just think, this inner noble poet, she is our desire to ordinary people have ordinary life, parks, benches, sun, water lover's tenderness.
Perhaps, only needs to read her heart and lonely, and can read her words the essence of thinking.
Now I, now sit as a rose, accompanied by relentless wind and the fate of the poet to endure.

The power of music

The power of music

This is the first well-known song, is sung Jingkeciqin through the Yi River. Against the cold wind whistling and the turbulent Yi River, impassioned singing that song, was actually strengthened the kind of "patriotic warrior, unafraid of death," the tragic seems in.
The history of the Han, Chu Gaixia war, surrounded by Wai Chu, Han night singing Chu, earth-shattering, so big panic Xiang Yu, Han has been obtained that Chu and Huang Huangran have a sense of hopeless situation.
Drum is a musical instrument. But in ancient times, fighting against the enemy armies confront, they often have to drum cheer. Spring and Autumn have a "win a three-drum drum" of the story.
It is said that war in the long spoon Qilu armies against, Qi array drums rang out, Lu array is silent, silent; homogeneous array and then drums, Lu array remained silent; QI thought the Lu fight shy, and then the drum will go. Array now suddenly Lei Qi Lu does not know the drum, the armies together, and overwhelming, Qijun Cu less than prepared, defeated and go. Later, Cao Gui Lu Zhuanggong asked: "Why a three-drum drum wins?" Cao said: "The war mainly by courage. Bang, and then drum gas decline, the three drums on the air dried out. Exhaust the enemy army surplus, so beat . " Of course, this view is not comprehensive CAO, success or failure of the war since the decision was mainly determined by the nature of the war, the people's support or oppose, the right strategy and tactics or not and so on. However, if these factors have, then the courage of a very major. The drum was able to inspire people of courage. By the same token, CAO view also has its correct place.
Thus proving that in ancient times, people struggle to know how to use music as a service. Only in this way, many used to describe the struggle or victory in words like "big bang", "intense", "Kangkaibeige", "resounded through the night clouds," "under siege", "triumph" and so on, more or less Some associated with the music, and now these words still have vitality.
To a close, modern, music, and labor services for the struggle is played invaluable role.
Battle Hymn of the world proletariat as - Internationale. To inspire countless heroic struggle against the enemy soldiers. The enemy's prison, singing it; the execution ground on the enemy, singing it; in the war, singing it, and rushed to the enemy. The Soviet Union guards, before the moment of collective sacrifice, singing it with pride heroic martyrdom.
Anti-Japanese War, Nie Er, Xian Xinghai and other musicians created the "March of the Volunteers", "road song", "pioneer", "Yellow River Cantata", "in the Taihang Mountains" and "fighting to go home," "guerrillas of the Song "and so on, inspired hundreds of thousands of patriots towards the anti-Japanese front.
The liberation war, a large number of revolutionary songs, like "March of the PLA," "Three Disciplines Eight Points for Attention" and so on, which at that time played a huge role.
The fifties that the first known "valiant, full of dash, crossed the Yalu River," the Battle Hymn of volunteers, called the number of blood went to the Korean War front-line soldiers, and the mighty U.S. imperialism as a desperate battle. Today, it also has practical significance it!
If poetry is the wings of thoughts and feelings, then music is the poetry of the wings!
It is also still remember the earthquake in the world mourn the days of grief, and everyone singing "life and death", "Sichuan cry" and a series of moving songs. People across the country expressed the tremendous sympathy for the people of Wenchuan and the "ruthless acts of God, the world is love" strong support. To inspire people to overcome the natural disaster affected areas, the courage and determination to rebuild their homes.
Some say: no music is brutal work. This reminds me of the old days in the Yangtze River boatmen who pull pull, they greet the morning glow, pulling the leash, walked vigorous pace, throat with song. That song not only expensive, but also magnificent, but also rhythm. The sight gone, as it supported the majestic "Heroes over the Dadu River" in the beginning of the same. One lead singer, many people with, striding forward. Without this song, it naturally can not match the scene. Melody so that they coordinated action, so that they reduce the physical and mental fatigue.
Entering into the new century, health, light, inspirational music still need to inherit and carry forward, let's cultivate our temperament, and cleaned up our souls, and inspire us to fight, to defend and play a greater role in building the motherland now!