Ancient landscape lyric prose

Taking flowers and trees as friends, why do so many literati send their feelings to mountains and rivers, drink, listen to the wind, whisper to the clouds and talk about Zen with flowers and trees? What are the essays that express feelings for mountains and rivers? The following is a landscape prose with ancient feelings. Welcome to reading.

Ancient prose with feelings for mountains and rivers: it is a kind of detachment and freedom to feel for mountains and rivers.

Take a catkin as a boat, swim under the blue sky with the footsteps of the breeze and the rolling clouds all over the sky, let the soul inhabit the green mountains and green waters, hold a handful of mountain springs, water lazy thoughts, let dreams sprout in the sweet mountain springs, leave feelings in the mountains and rivers, ignore worldly troubles and grievances, and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and enjoy the moon without injury.

In the early morning, facing the morning sun, we collected dew on the grass tip, put it on with spider silk thread, and hung a string of crystal clear dew necklaces between them, reflecting colorful light in the sun. At this moment, we put aside worldly troubles, forget about the past, cling to the future and dwell on the present. What we get, what we lose, what we pay and what we gain are all chapters and sections of our lives. We cherish and miss what we have.

Holding the breeze, flying in the flowers, kissing the wheatgrass of each flower, admiring the impermanence of life in the process of blooming and falling, from bud to slowly blooming, to tea fragrance, the beauty is amazing, you are not arrogant in the sun, you don't bow your head in the wind and rain, you don't succumb to darkness, and you stand upright and bloom your life. No matter the elegant peony or the fresh and elegant jasmine, they never flaunt their beauty, but only give their beauty, give time, the wind comes, dance with pure feelings, the rain falls, wash away the dust of the soul, do not frown, sigh, keep up with the wind and rain, hurt and hurt, say nothing, and gain more experience and calmness.

The boat made of catkins wandered in the stream, and with the endless flow of the stream, I lamented the persistence of the stream in my dream, because the dream is in my heart and the persistence is more firm. For the sake of constant desire, it has never given in or retreated after many dangerous beaches and reefs. The road is long, and there is an eternal desire in my heart. Because I long for the vastness of the sea, I chase around day and night, stumbling all the way, walking through mountains and wasteland, savoring the vicissitudes of life, and my heart still has constant persistence and endless hope. If I don't give up, I will reach my dream paradise. If I don't give up, I'll keep blowing away. What's wrong with dying for a dream? To realize your dreams, you will inevitably encounter wind, frost, rain, snow and ravines. You often have an indifferent heart and laugh at the hardships and disappointments along the way. Whether it is good or bad, you should face it calmly and take more detours, and you will see more scenery and move on. Your dream is not far away.

Accompanied by the breeze, I snuggled up to the top of the mountain, saw the pines and cypresses all over the mountain, and enjoyed the flowers and plants all over the mountain. The mountain is silent, enduring thousands of years of wind and frost, changing time and time again, the reincarnation of the four seasons, how many times of lightning strikes, how many times of rain Hong Xue buried, and the mountain has its unchanging posture, welcoming the changes of the situation, standing in the world and persevering. The charm of spring, the heat of summer, the richness of autumn and the desolation of winter are all accommodated by its broad mind. Don't be happy in spring, don't be sad in winter, accept the gifts of seasons with an open-minded attitude towards life, feel the impermanence of life, enjoy the bright sunshine, and be happy in fate.

The road of life is wide and narrow, and the taste of life is sour and sweet. Sit in the breeze with a cool attitude, watch the clouds roll and relax, watch the flowers bloom and fall, watch the full moon, walk through the years, walk through the morning and evening, trudge through the long river of life, feel the colors of the four seasons, feel the quiet beauty of the years, and advance and retreat this ups and downs life with a calm and calm mind, and live a life of light wind.

Ancient prose of sentimental landscape: sentimental landscape swimming

Because I was born between mountains and rivers, I am attached to mountains and rivers in my bones. As long as I have the opportunity to get close to the landscape, I will participate as much as possible, no matter how high the mountain is or how big the water is.

On the last Saturday morning in May, Brother Yu Kun called and said that he was tired of playing with water and wanted to take a trip to the mountains. Although I have housework to do, I want to travel with my friends, so I promised to settle the children in a hurry, calling Yongping and trotting to the appointed place.

A colleague's car took the three of us to the dam of Chechanggou Reservoir, and we started hiking up the mountain. A vast artificial Pinus tabulaeformis forest on the northern mountain, like dark green waves, wanders around freely with a strong rosin smell in the wind. A large area of cultivated land is full of vibrant alfalfa, which was originally the implementation of the mountain resettlement project. Most families have moved to the new countryside, and few families stay behind. In the case of a large population and little land, we have to plant large areas of alfalfa, which will not make the land barren, but also reserve enough feed for cattle and sheep. This is indeed a very wise move!

Clusters of mahua are showing their beauty. The horse lotus here is as high as someone's legs, and its spirit is far from being comparable outside the mountain. She doesn't care if anyone cares, let alone if anyone watches. She is in full bloom. It seems that only in this way can she give back to the birth of the earth. We saw the lotus that we had never seen before, so spectacular and so shocking!

About an hour later, we climbed the first peak in Beishan. It's noon at this time, and the sunshine is the best. We felt a burning pain on our faces and sweated profusely, which could not describe our situation. All three of us have a feeling of heatstroke. We are in a lush green tree. Taking a nap under the tree, tearing open roast chicken and braised eggs, regardless of vulgarity, wolfing down, feeling thirsty, pouring mineral water into your mouth, alas, that is comfortable. People who haven't climbed the mountain and basked in the sun can't understand it. Maybe some people will never understand it.

The mountain in May is as beautiful as a handsome young lang. Although it is mainly green, it is by no means monotonous green. Green spreads with the mountains of Yin and Yang, just like blooming in Chinese painting. On the sunny hillside, green is very mature, which is the kind of thick green; On the shady hillside, green is still naive, and the shallow new green delights our eyes; There is also the birch tree near the top of the mountain, which only timidly shows a little yellow-green bud, which makes people fondle it! On the grass under our feet, there are red, yellow, purple and white flowers, and some small wild flowers with complex colors are scrambling to bloom, showing their youth and beauty, which makes people unable to bear to stay. Suddenly, Brother Yu Kun pointed to the clusters of dark red shade and asked, What leaves are those? Why are they red?

? That's poplar. The new leaves of this tree are dark red. ? Growing up in Guanshan, I know the names and characteristics of most tree species in the forest like the back of my hand.

? It's amazing. Who would know there are red leaves in summer if you didn't see them with your own eyes? ? He Yongping, who looks like a scholar, keeps talking? Gee? Look, with emotion.

For an instant, it seemed that someone was directing, and all the birds were singing in colorful colors. Around our rest, birds are singing one after another, some melodious, some quick and crisp, some tortuous, some cadence, some like dragonflies? No matter what kind of tone, it is clean and pure, without noise and affectation, free and frank, and it is purely an original ecological lyric performance.

? In such an environment, any language and so-called vivid description are pale, and only listening attentively is the only choice. ? Brother Yu Kun was right. We all listened to this wonderful bird song with bated breath. Although Brother Yu Kunge and Yongping are both poets with good literary talent, and I like writing for 30 years, we can only be a devout audience and audience in this picturesque and colorful mountain in May, so as not to desecrate this natural beauty.

After a short rest, we began to trudge to another mountain, because the purpose of walking in Guanshan today is to get rid of our own distractions and vulgarity, and also to pick some bracken and experience the beauty of flower picking in the Book of Songs.

Because there are too many people picking bracken, our route is also following the footsteps of others. We walked on the mountain for more than an hour and haven't seen a bracken yet. With the passage of time, our hearts are full of yearning for bracken. Just as we walked through a dustpan bay, we finally saw the figure of bracken. Although only a part has become a fan-shaped bracken, it has greatly inspired our hearts, because the growth characteristic of bracken is continuous growth. Just look for a few plants and you will find one around. After a few more steps, we saw many bracken. Although bracken looks thin and weak due to lack of rain and dryness, it surprises us and spreads out to look around.

When I was about to walk down the mountain, a fern picker came down from the ridge, about fifty years old, carrying a snakeskin bag and holding a green fern in his hand, which was very attractive. The bracken in the bag fell into an irregular balloon, weighing about 20 kilograms. When the man saw me, he first gave me a friendly smile. His dark face is moving and sincere, and his teeth are as white as snow.

? You picked so many! ? I sincerely admire him and express my compliments to him.

? Alas, not much. This year is dry and rainy, and the grain growth is not good. It was only a little off at half past noon. ? That man is a little shy about my praise. ? Don't you look like a vegetable manufacturer? I'm afraid you're here to wave in the mountains! ? The man looked at the leather shoes on my feet and affirmed my identity.

? It's the waves. I want to pick some wild vegetables and try them. ?

? Do you have any water? He asked with concern.

Looking at his sweaty face, I thought he was thirsty, so I took out a bottle of mineral water from my back pocket and handed it to him. Who knew he refused to shake hands with him? I'm afraid you didn't drink water. I will tell you that there is a spring in the canyon above. When your mouth is thirsty, you can go up and have a drink. How beautiful! ? When he left, he just put a bracken in his hand into my hand and disappeared in Nakakoji, Lin with a bright smile. Looking at the warm bracken in my hand, I feel a coolness that I have never had before. This bracken is a rare beauty and friendliness!

By three o'clock in the afternoon, our bags had contents to varying degrees. Even Yongping, who came to Guanshan for the first time to pick bracken, picked a thick arm. At this time, everyone was thirsty and tired, and they all said that they would go down the mountain and return. After another short rest, we began to go home from the mountain.

While waiting for the bus in the reservoir at the foot of the mountain, we saw an excavator digging mud in the drained reservoir. By talking to people next to us, we learned that the county water affairs bureau is dredging here, that is to say, it won't be long before Chechanggou Reservoir will be more spectacular and beautiful. We feel very gratified in our hearts, because there are mountains and waters, and mountains and rivers are interdependent. This is the most beautiful natural landscape!

At sunset, we waved in Guanshan, with the satisfaction of grazing, leaving a little reluctant to go back to the city, leaving only a worldly heart to wash in this pure mountain stream.

Ancient prose of sending love to mountains and rivers: sending love to mountains and rivers, quietly realizing the fleeting time

This summer, it's too noisy and warm, the air is full of too much restless breath, plus some ups and downs in my heart, and occasionally I feel a little tired. Tired of some people, some things, some distractions and entanglements. Perhaps the years have passed, my mood is getting old, and I prefer the atmosphere of being silent and not talking to people. One person, one tea and one book, leaning on the ferry of time, quietly watching the four seasons flow.

Time flies, and time leaves marks. In these decades of journey, happiness, sadness, melancholy, confusion, confusion? All the way, the years will easily take away the past, air-dry yesterday's story, let us fade away from youth, move towards the massiness and maturity of life, and gradually know how to face the storms in life with a painful and silent attitude, and drink this cup of life mixed with bitterness and fragrance.

Many things have no choice, so I learned to face them; A lot of words can't be said, so I learned to bear it alone. In the face of the chaotic world, even though I know that all stories will come to an end and all the past will turn into clouds, I will not put down my oars and pursue my dreams in this thin and cold world.

Life is a journey of experience and endurance. Turning around in the world of mortals should not only learn to pursue hard, but also learn to let go at the right time. Only by letting go of some obsession and distractions in my heart can more sunshine and rain spill into my heart, and I can appreciate the faint happiness around Shui Ze.

Walking in the world, we should cultivate a simple and quiet heart like vegetation, slow down the pace of progress in time, give the soul a holiday, inject some beauty into life, let the tired soul have a rest, and make the pace more elegant and calm.

? Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. ? A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. ? I always feel that everything in nature contains a touch of Zen, which can always inspire and wash people's hearts. I like to be close to nature in my spare time. I have been looking forward to a trip, a close hug with mountains and rivers, grazing my soul on the top of green fields and white clouds, and a kind invitation from nature.

Bai Luomei said:? Every encounter in the world is a reunion after a long separation. ? Perhaps, in the dark, there are always some long-cherished wishes that we need to repay; There are always some appointments waiting for us to keep them; There are always some encounters, just like the reunion of old friends, love at first sight and a lifetime.

The town in my hometown lives on the plain. Although I have seen the figure of Dashan countless times on TV, it is the first time to see Qingshan at such a close distance. Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the green eyes, I know that many things, if not really immersive, try it yourself, you will not feel what kind of shock it will bring to your heart.

Looking from a distance, the top of the mountain is shrouded in a hazy fog, like an old man who is safe, calm and uncontroversial, standing quietly between heaven and earth, counting the vicissitudes of life. On the mountainside, green trees, patches of cornfields and occasionally some colorful wildflowers put a colorful coat on the mountain. The stream at the foot of the mountain is crystal clear, and stones of different shapes can be clearly seen. Bend down and pick one up and put it in your hand. The smoothness is mixed with a little coolness, like memories of the past that are drifting away, and also like the old days that are fading away. Every grass and tree has feelings, and this seemingly insignificant stone life also carries too much time and years of change.

When I saw the rolling mountains slowly spread out in front of my eyes like a continuous barrier, the strip-shaped streams gurgled forward, and the green cornfields jumped on the earth like poems, at that moment, I felt as if I had stopped breathing, and my heart melted and sank bit by bit, slowly rubbing into this endless greenery.

What kind of green is this! Rich, broad and boundless, like an endless picture scroll. Excitement, joy, it seems that all the words are so pale and powerless for this moment that they can't express the excitement from the bottom of my heart. At that moment, I just want to, quietly, open my arms, enjoy the white clouds in the distance, listen to the mountain breeze on my shoulders, smell the flowers, listen to the murmur of the stream, integrate myself with the blue sky, the earth and the green leaves, hold all the scenery here and now in my arms, put it in my camera and freeze it into an indelible memory.

? Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. ? Sitting by the stream, quietly feeling the silence away from the hustle and bustle in this floating life, I suddenly understood why Tao Gong chose mountains and rivers and took flowers and trees as his friends after resigning, and why so many literati would send their love to mountains and rivers, drink, listen to the wind, whisper to the clouds and talk about Zen with flowers and trees.

? That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. ? Facing the towering mountains, flowing water, passing breeze and green everywhere, you don't need words at all. You just need to soak a tired soul in the vegetation in Shan Ye, graze on Qian Shan Wanshui and let your heart dance with the white clouds. Let love drift with the tide; Let the soul sublimate with the green, and you will get a transparent and soul-washing.

You see, rolling mountains and lush green leaves everywhere have their own charms, which echo from a distance, have a unique style, and the shades of green, you can name them, but you can't name them, so they blend together to form a wonderful picture. They are not static. As soon as the breeze blows, it becomes a jumping spirit, calling you silently with beautiful dance.

Never tire of watching it, the green rhyme is far away. The mountain is smart because of the water, and the water is heavy because of the mountain. This vast and heavy scene, no matter from which corner to observe, examine and taste, only feels a fresh, smart and comfortable meaning, which is refreshing.

When the wind blows up the skirt, the trees on the mountain flash green ripples in an instant. With the sound of running water and birds singing, Qin rings a beautiful voice of nature. Walking, wandering in this piece of green, staring, lowering my eyes, thinking freely, my heart is getting quieter and softer.

The beauty of life is nothing more than finding different scenery in the journey ahead and finding a better self in different scenery. Buddhists say:? A flower and a world, a leaf and a Buddha, spring is full of flowers, Qiu Lai leaves fall, boundless prajnaparamita is at ease, and words are silent and natural. ? One mountain, one water, one stream, one spring, one grass, one tree, one object and one scene in life are all gifts from nature, which can bring us a lot of spiritual insights.

Life is a cup of tea with various flavors. Only by savoring it carefully can we chew out its faint fragrance after bitterness. Time is ruthless and soft. Many times, we are running towards our so-called goals and forget to pick up and collect the warmth and beauty of this life.

The shade is suitable, and the density is good. In this way, the picture of life will be filled with smart breath. Life is like a journey, and it is inevitable that there will be regrets and imperfections. Only by learning to accept and let go, not demanding, not demanding, can we cultivate a calm and comfortable soul.

When you are on a strange journey, you don't have to rush or be stubborn. Enjoy the flowers when they bloom, and watch the leaves when they fall. In life, there are many beautiful encounters, and there are also many sadness of parting. Years of looking back, meeting, leaving, everything is just passing by. I believe that the most beautiful scenery is always on the road, stop at the right time, enjoy some soft time, bid farewell to the past calmly, and learn to be unhurried and strong. This is the most beautiful bloom of life.

Perhaps, some encounters are only a short moment, but they bring the touch and beauty to the soul, but they can be rooted in the bottom of my heart, enough to warm a long life. Every mountain and water is a painting, and every object and scene is a amorous feeling. Over the years, that touch of boundless green, that flowing spring, that vast and heavy soul-shaking, that joy like an old friend meeting unexpectedly, is always as fresh as the first time in words and life. Every time I turn it over, there will be a wisp of fragrance on my face.