Brush and ink mountains and rivers.

? Long and dry, the sun and the moon depend on each other; Great China, the world is bright. The great rivers and mountains of the motherland stand quietly in the long river of 5000 years' history. No matter how the dynasties change and the world changes, she is always unhurried and the castle peak does not change.

? Looking back on the past, the ancient people's footprints were all over the mighty rivers and mountains, from the lonely desert outside the Great Wall to the quiet inner city of Gyeonggi, where the moon slipped away and ten thousand hammers beat the ground. From the cold winter of "no birds in a hundred mountains, no footprints in a thousand paths" to the continuous spring day of "the tits are surprised in the moon and the spring is singing"; From the pastoral scenery of "we see green trees around your village and distant mountains are blue" to the bustling capital of "fire trees and silver flowers, stars and bridges locked" There are many beautiful women in Jiangshan, and countless romantic talents compete to bend over. Looking at the present, pen and ink for a thousand years, the sun and the moon are eternal. I often follow the traces of ancient writing and pen and ink to appreciate the colors in this troubled world. However, there is a saying that "it is better to study in thousands of books than to take Wan Li Road". If you really want to taste the beautiful mountains and rivers, you must embark on a journey and see the beautiful scenery.

? "The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers in one day. "Chang 'an, I don't know how many ancient poems I have seen. It is the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, the symbol of prosperity, and the yearning of literati. Today's Chang 'an was renamed Xi 'an. There is a saying, "When it snows, Xi 'an becomes Chang 'an." The winter before last, I was lucky enough to come to Chang 'an, which I yearned for in my heart.

? When I first stepped into this ancient city, I felt more simple and unpretentious. It is not as bright and neon as the lights in Shanghai; There is no Huaqing gold official in Chengdu, and Furong is all over the city. It is unremarkable in many popular cities. Standing in its central city, looking up, there are no modern high-rise buildings, but in this way, it highlights its cultural and historical heritage. Because the heart has no distractions, it can hold its head high and be fearless.

? Climbing the ancient city wall in the evening, the years are mottled and dusty, and the songs seem to come from afar, looming and intermittent: the Qin Dynasty broke the moon, and the Long March people did not return. But let the Dragon City fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain ... At this time, Chang 'an is already in January, and the walls are covered with colorful lights, and neon lights seem to light up the night sky. A thousand years ago today, was it so lively? Soldiers are guarding the border, Tiema Glacier, and the cold wind is like a knife, which seems to be the enemy of the cold front of weapons. This is wolf smoke, this is a bonfire; It is a soldier who is homesick and carries a lantern to peace; It's the first time that the top of the mountain has been opened a thousand times, riding the world of mortals just to smile for the princess ... I can't help but want to stay away from this scene ... The breeze is blowing, and the willow trees in front of the thatched cottage are dancing gently. Through the wooden window, a woman in cloth is sitting in front of the window with a heavy heart, packing her bags and slowly tying the last knot. Outside, a man in armor rubbed a pike. She walked out of the door slowly and handed him the bag. He stopped for a moment and picked up his bag. They looked at each other for a long time, as if there were a thousand words stuck in their hearts and only turned into a short word "treasure" He controlled himself, picked up the pike and turned away without hesitation. She stood outside the door, looking at the distance, and the figure he left behind was blurred little by little between heaven and earth. "I'll wait for you to come back." The spring breeze is blowing, but it is as biting as the cold wind. Winter goes to spring, the moon rises and the sun sets, and the willows spit out new buds and wither outside the window. Although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Who knows that grassy flat land was once the tomb of the unknown dead in Qian Qian, full of smoke, war, rivers of blood and cold bones? "In the past, I'm gone. Now that I think about it, it's still raining and snowing ... "This song can't reach his hometown, and he will never find his way home. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ... he didn't say when he would come back, just let her live alone.

? "Look, fireworks!" The young and crisp voice of the little girl next to me sounded in my ear. Fireworks sound like thunder, flowers like thousands of trees, blowing down stars like rain. In Chang 'an in the past, did gunfire, fire and blood interweave and reflect the sky? Do it all night, Parker alone. The soldiers of the Quartet guard the border only to protect the people's safety, the mountains and rivers, and the family's Changning. "You have to go and see Taiping Chang 'an for me ..." The general died in hundreds of battles, and the strong man returned in ten years! The ancient city wall is majestic and quiet. It witnessed everything, and it silently endured the ups and downs of history from ancient times to the present.

? The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the Datang city that never sleeps not far away is particularly bright in the dark. The Tang Dynasty is a symbol of China's five thousand years of prosperity. I don't know when I look back at the Tang Dynasty, the poet Li Bai, who called me out of the boat and called himself Brewmaster, immediately came to mind. Or does a national beauty like Yang Guifei need clothes and flowers? Pedestrians are bustling, and a lively festive atmosphere hangs over the city that never sleeps. The brisk singing and cheerful pipa sound gently drifted to another time and space ..... There were lights everywhere, lights everywhere. Cigarettes are floating around, singing loudly and flying to the waist of Yulou. Tonight, don't get drunk with Chang 'an.

"Kunlun Xuan Jing, GanKun has a hole of Yin and Yang. Just ask where the real king is, don't look for the sword fairy in the rivers and lakes. " The next morning, I came to Huashan, one of the four famous Taoist mountains on the outskirts of Chang 'an. If Chang 'an is a place of fireworks, it is a place where immortals live. My admiration for it comes from "Hua Shan Lun Jian" in Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels. It is a martial arts competition between the major sects in the Jianghu, which clears the clouds and casts a good Jianghu spirit with swords and shadows! It is said that Huashan stands in front of the mountain because of its snowy head all the year round. Snowflakes are fluttering in succession, and the world is silvery white. It's not like bloodshed in the Jianghu. Cold, but more like the kind of empty inspiration that everything is born in the Tao and the clouds are hidden in the robe sleeves. According to Shan Hai Jing, "Taihua Mountain is divided into four directions, 5 thousand meters high and 10 miles wide." Huashan Mountain is steep, shaped like an axe, with steep hanging walls. I saw it today, and it really deserved its reputation. Step on the white stone ladder covered with fine snow, see the top of the mountain, the rising sun, and see the brightness of a handful of snow falling on the top of Huashan Mountain. Unconsciously, a Tai Chi picture came into view, black and white, seamless, is a symbol of Taoist Yin and Yang. Only when I look at this sign can I know that this is a purely positive view. Inside, a handsome little Taoist is taking care of the incense burner. ...

? "The nameless fire is burning, and the furnace turns into a white bone pill ..." A little apprentice, wearing a Taoist robe and a bun, leaned against the copper-colored blast furnace, holding a scripture in his hand, and shook his head and read: "Jiu Ding Lian ... tempered bones, became a Taoist ... ouch!" "This is a matter of life and death, you fool. How many times have you taught? " The little apprentice touched his head in annoyance and quickly got up and bowed, "Master". In front of me, I saw a young man wearing a black and white robe and a crown, clinging to the dust. He is slim, with long sleeves and awe-inspiring style. He held his little hand. "Master will take you to a place." The voice is cold, but it is as warm as jade. When I came to the highest place in Huashan Mountain, the cliff was covered with snow, and the clouds were diffuse, but I could vaguely see the looming village below. I don't know if it's smoke rising from the kitchen or misty clouds. "Life between heaven and earth, such as fleeting, fleeting. It's been more than five years since you entered our door, disciple ... what's your wish in the future? " The master said slowly. The little apprentice looked at Master with watery eyes: "I ... I want to stay in Huashan and stay with Master forever." Master smiled and looked into the distance, but her deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of worries.

? Huashan Mountain is white all year round, and the snow stops and stops. Cranes dance with white wings and come and go. Ten years have passed, and the former apprentice has grown into a high-spirited young man. The master seems to be no different from the past. He is still standing on the top of Huashan Mountain, overlooking the distance, but it is a piece of white fog in the distance. "Master." The young lang bowed with his sword on his back and came to master. They can almost stand side by side. "I ... have grown up. What do you want in the future? " Master remained calm and said slowly. Young Lang blurted out categorically: "I want to be as famous as Lv Zu!" There seems to be starlight in my eyes. The master's eyes flashed a trace of gloom, which soon disappeared, as usual. On that day, it snowed heavily, and the young lang led the horse and walked out of Huashan Mountain Gate with a long sword. Master was at the mountain gate, silent, letting frost and snow dye his white-haired shirt. The so-called Jianghu road is nothing more than holding an umbrella and saying that he is not negative inside.

? Later, the young Lang really became famous all over the world. Where's master? Master ... maybe he is still at the top of Huashan Mountain.

? It was already evening when I came down from Huashan. Looking back, thousands of lights are always on, like the Milky Way at night. The cloud hides the robe sleeve, and the peak sees the sword fairy. See you in the Jianghu, Huashan!

? At this point, my trip to Chang 'an came to an end. To Chang 'an, I am just a sentient being, and Chang 'an is a lotus in my heart.

? After reading the ancient meaning of Chang 'an, how can you miss Jinling wading in Lanzhou? Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, seems to be another Chang 'an city in the south. First of all, I have to mention Song Liang Jian Yan, which depicts a picture of misty rain and swallows flying together in the south of the Yangtze River. Because of this, I can't wait to come here after the college entrance examination. Compared with the resplendent and magnificent Chang 'an City, she is a little more agile and graceful like a Jiangnan woman. Walking through Wuyi Lane and Taoyedu, I saw Swift flying, sitting on a boat and wading across Qinhuai River. There are thousands of lights and stars on the river bank. I can't help sighing, what was the Qinhuai River like thousands of years ago? Shili long street, brightly lit, adds a bit of fireworks to the deep and monotonous night. Children hold lanterns, artists skillfully dance the phoenix, and the drunken river is dotted with lotus lanterns. Suddenly, the covered boat swayed and rippled. It seems to disturb the sleeping lanterns. They are spinning in the water one by one, like dancing in the palace. On the moon, the willow shoots, the breeze passing by, the fragrance floating, the gifted scholar and the beautiful woman smiled shyly, and the mountains and rivers were safe at a glance. ...

? The boat slowly crossed the colorful statues of Qinhuai, one by one lifelike, and the veils fluttered with the wind. At that time, in Jinling City, did you hear the sound of orchestral music, saw the colorful beauty of Qinhuai, and read the sadness in their eyes? In prosperity, they are symbols of peace and happiness, and in decline, they are the bane of disturbing the dynasty. "Strong women in business don't know how to hate the country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river." Historical reviews have been kind to them. ...

? "Rosefinch bridge weeds, Wuyi alley mouth sunset oblique. In the old society, Xie Wang Tang flew into the homes of ordinary people. " Rosefinch Bridge is full of wild flowers, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane, reflecting disappointment and desolation. The glory and glory of the past have long since ceased to exist. Things have changed, and the prosperity of Wuyi Lane in the past has dissipated with the passage of light at any time. Quiet and beautiful as Nanjing, where the Qinhuai River flows slowly, who would have thought that there was war and devastation here, and the enemy's sharp knife pierced the chest of many innocent people? Later generations don't want to mention it, but they will always remember that there are too many stories buried in the dust of history in Qinhuai River, in the bones of mass graves and in Nanjing City. But after thousands of years of delay, how did the ancients know that there were ups and downs here, and they were reborn in the deep, as brilliant as ever.

? Xi and Nanjing, Chang 'an and Jinling. Standing north and south, moving like a businessman. It seems that there will never be communication, but together they become eternal lights in my heart.

? "The husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, a hundred generations of passers-by. " The beauty of mountains and rivers has existed since ancient times. How many literati have left immortal poems, so that future generations can get a glimpse of the splendid scenery, and the great rivers and mountains that have not been appreciated by predecessors will be explored by our generation, and these thousands of autumn colors will be written with a piece of paper and an ink.