Chase, the distant

In my eyes, often appear such a picture:

Cangshan transverse flow, stream. A flat, or hut two or three, or a four or five, Shochiku miscellaneous explants, Mei Ju surround, the cool breeze slowly, hundred branches swaying, Chiba dance, independent meanwhile, poems and couplets, gdragontory mountain view of lofty, hope water yoyo.

I don't know why, it often appears in my mind, in my dreams. Especially in recent years, whenever I saw at the gun beast that badly mutilated wound, see the fallen trees, tablospy see the black river, thick black smoke, see the lost civilization, civilization disappeared ... ... I'll nose acid, think of the distant that exudes melancholy: natural and civilized atmosphere distant time. Think of the dust trail of withered vines one, reminiscent of Ruan Ji thought of Li Bai thought of Du Fu thought of Liu Zongyuan thought of Liu Ji ... ... I always feel I belong to that distant era, belong to the blue sky, jagged stone, the blowing wind, " sandarari book of songs " belong to " records of the historian is " belongs to the "Water Margin " ... ... I often dream like Li Bai frame a boat or ride a donkey, and contained several volumes of poetry or oblivious to the surrounding landscape or into the warm poem, facing the Pentium Qianzai River, embroidered mouth spit is a no Mai's " Ode to the Yellow River, flowing to the sea also ".

Modern lively and brilliant, drove away the natural and quiet. As Diderot said: the modern fine not poetic, real poetry in the history of the same original ecology. Stand in the modern earth, looking ahead, is full of the stiff and dull buildings highways ... ... Who is carrying the quiet nature through thousands of storms in the mountains with the commercial atmosphere: here a huckster stalls, there a just off firecrackers hostel ... ... My heart those mountains? The bell rang full full of solemn Xiao Muzhi gas temple? No, no, I saw it in the modern people's footsteps in the struggle linger, but no one found it sad, victory1212 still in its sound noise.

Remember Mr. Yu Qiuyu in " sign in a thousand year " said, their expedition to choose desolate. Because of the modern city is the focus of modern civilization, it is not the ancient civilizations of ancient civilization point, main and collateral channels have been drowned. But this is what a helpless choice, victory00020 do not know to be around the desolate lively invasive infection, eventually become a true bogus, contained in the meantime cultural elements have become so barren and scattered into a pile of dust, culture, scattered in the earth. This is my pursuit of ancient reasons: many modern things have not in the original ecology.

Of course the distant is not a good time. Exactly speaking, it is not simply an era, but is I on nature and culture are abstracted and double like a fantasy. It is not even a specific dynasty, Qin and Han Tang Song Yuan week ... ... There are not. Of course, when there are shortage of soldiers has war hungry to death ... ... But the sky is so blue, the integrity of the banner is often in the wind fluttering sound, the culture of worship victory199012 and pursuit after thousands of years still inherited continuously, less modern that extreme hypocrisy and cunning, when I think of all is that lets a person plaint.

Really, I really want to go into that distant: sitting in a thatched hut before reading poems, stand on top of the mountain to listen to the wind to look at the cloud, or in the cleaning of the sun to see the " Shu Mei transverse oblique water Qingqian ", seungriya see the " goose point sky word line " ... ... But I can't.. I know it is only illusion is bubble is a distant mirage, is always a miles away.