Autumn Rain——Reading "Autumn Rain Yasheng"

With the last hoarse humming disappeared, with the last yellow leaves falling from the branches, in this bleak season, I have "Autumn Rain Ya".

I have an inexplicable relationship with the rain, especially the autumn rain. At night, I sat under the lamp and stared at the sparse autumn rain outside the window. I couldn't help but open the book that still had ink fragrance, and started a lonely journey into a dusty history.

From business to Tang, from burning books to Confucianism to Kanggan literary prison, from Jin Wei Fu Wen to Song Yuan lyrics, the Chinese language is as profound as the autumn rain, playing on the body and heart. From the Taoist tower to the Liugong Temple, from the temple to the Qingyun spectrum, from the clear spring in the sand to the scenery of the West Lake, from Dujiangyan to the Wujiang ship, the classical culture is accompanied by the autumn rain on the side, so that I can't look up. From the eight great mountain people who splashed ink to the wine-drinking wine, from the imperial court minister to the woman who was in the brothel, Qiu Yu was still accompanied, and I was unable to move by this world difference.

Even the beautiful scenery, as long as it is stained with Chinese history, will it become so heavy? The true literati in China can only be lonely and heavy.

On a pot of good Biluochun, you need to slowly brew, slowly, and today, in the fast food dominated, who will slowly taste the bitter green? Thus, for thousands of years, the literati's high and loneliness continued in autumn rain.

I still like autumn rain, the difference is that I am more integrated into the autumn rain.

Second day: Li Yuan