One

In the early years, in order to learn to write ancient poems, I once bought a line-bound book of poetry rhymes, a letter with a total of six volumes, a small font, and a lot of content. In addition to the poetry rhyme, it also classifies various objects, various scenes, and various moods, and compiles relevant poems of the past dynasties, becoming a fairly complete poetry dictionary. In the past, when literati wanted to write poems urgently, they would check it and set a set, and it was very possible to quickly concoct a few poems. But there is no doubt that the poems written in this way are not worth reading. It is only a little interesting to flip through the pages casually without the task of writing poetry and look at the multi-party collection of Chinese poetic words under the same name.

Flipping through it, the title "Night Rain" has now appeared, and most of the poems there are readable. Since it is night, all hues have receded, and all colorful words have lost their effectiveness; It's raining again, the space is very cramped, and any feat and pride can't be spread, and the poems can't help but go to simplicity, to themselves, to emotions, Li Shangyin's famous "Night Rain to the North" can be called a model.

Just listening to the sound of rain in the night outside the window, my heart will be full of poems. If you want to say beauty, there is no beauty, the road outside the house is muddy and difficult to walk, the flowers in the courtyard are scattered, and the travelers who walk at night are soaked. But it is in this situation that you will feel that the usual worldly hustle and bustle is temporarily extinguished, and only the peace unified by the sound of rain is left in heaven and earth, and the silence blocked by the sound of rain. Everyone quietly returned to their seats, and sat silently surrounded by the rain curtain. Everything in the outside world has become imagination, and imagination in the night rain is always very focused and distant.

The night rain deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the night rain is particularly sensitive and timid. This kind of timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security, condensed into a warm self-enjoyment and longing for a small world. chatting with family around the fireplace in the night rain, almost never arguing; Concentrate on studying in the night rain, and your body and mind will iron extraordinarily; When you miss your friends in the night rain, you will miss and immediately find a pen to write a letter; Pick up the lamp in the night rain to write, and the words will also become moisturizing and containing.

In the night rain, imagine that it is best to stand against the window. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, and the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat you exhale is dizzy into a fog. You can see very little, but you seem to be able to see very far. The wind was not strong, and a gentle burst of light immediately turned into the sound of dripping rain, into denser ripples in the river, into thicker mud on the road. At this moment, there is nothing in heaven and earth that will interfere with this laissez-faire wind and rain. You wipe the fog off the window with your warm fingers, and you see countless crystal raindrops on the outside of the window. A new fog came up again, and you still used your fingers to scratch and stroke, and finally drew the name in your mind.

Two

Night rain is the enemy of travel.

It's not because it's hard to walk at night, or because you don't have rain boots and umbrellas with you. Night rain can make travelers feel homesick and think deeply, deeply. The night rain will make the traveler hope for comfort, and suddenly realize that he is in a remote and lonely situation, and look at the shadow and feel sorry for himself, constituting the fetters of thousands of miles of pride.

It is not the rapids and rapids, not the mountains, but the night rain, which makes countless travelers regret it and return halfway. I don't know how Fa Xian, Xuanzang, Zheng He, Jianzhen, and Xu Xiake are in the center of the night rain again and again, in my opinion, their strongest will is to break out of the encirclement of the night rain.

For example, I am useless, and I often hide in a country inn on a rainy night, taking out the map and looking at it carefully. His eyes went back and forth between the thousands of miles he had already traveled, and he thought of the countless rivers and mountains shrouded in the rain tent at night. Nights like this, I often lose sleep. In order to drive away this kind of useless laziness, I always invite a few strangers to talk for a long time in the night rain.

However, it was not this conversation at all that really brought the mind back, but the bright morning of the next day. In the morning after the rain, there is a stimulant that almost forgets last night; And you can't completely forget it, leaving a little shadow, cool and cool, adding a touch of melancholy.

Three

In the journey of history, the charm of night rain can also be explored.

I believe that time and time again, the night rain has extinguished the rising ambition, the night rain has calmed the manic mind, the night rain has prevented the imminent battle, and the night rain has shattered the sinister conspiracy. Of course, the night rain also bent over the magnificent ambition, the brave advance, and the burning feelings.

I don't know if historians have checked how many cloudy and rainy nights have quietly changed the pace of Chinese history. The general soothed, the counsellor repented, the king was angry, the hero was calm, the chivalrous man stopped, the drums of war ceased, the steed returned to the groove, the blade was sheathed, the promo was interrupted, the edict was withdrawn, the ship was anchored, the smell of wine subsided, the revelry dissipated, the breathing ceased evenly, and the heart rate calmed down.

I don't know if biographers have checked how many outstanding people's life journeys have been reversed by night rain. Many joints in life often occur by chance. All kinds of choices originate from a weak heart, which cannot but be arranged by sudden situations. A rain, since it can turn a military strategist into a defeat, can also change a non-military life plan. There is inevitability lurking in countless accidents, and there are accidents in the grandiose inevitability. The long distance of life extends to a fortuitous circumstance, and the predetermined course is often reversed. Therefore, in the night rain, life and history are staggering.

Four

Gradually, I had a new thought about the poetry of night rain.

I remember a few years ago when I traveled on Lushan Mountain, I could often see the collapsed house foundations on the side of the barren mountain grass path, judging from the materials used in the house foundation, it was by no means the residence of the mountain people, but should be the location of the elegant villa. I don't know which rich Yashi poetry suddenly wanted to live in isolation here and enjoy nature alone. However, they did not stay long, I think it was probably because they could not absorb the terrible atmosphere of the night rain on the barren mountain. But there is no doubt that the poetry here is unparalleled.

Last year, I met a foreign professor who mentioned night rain in casual conversation. The professor said that he was also fascinated by this poetry, so he built an elegant white wooden house on the top of a hill on the outskirts of the city, and whenever the night rain hit, he immediately drove up the mountain. The embarrassing trek is gone, the horror of desolation is gone, just caressing nature in the leisure of tense life, everything is so relaxed and chic.

Here we are clearly in an aesthetic trouble. A certain touching shock and deep poetry seem destined to accompany difficulties, and when modern means of transportation and construction make the night rain completely lose its bitterness, the poetry in the meantime will become superficial. I still can't get used to adding trains, cars, and high-voltage power lines to traditional Chinese landscape paintings, even though I have no objection to the civilization itself. I can't wait to buy a plane ticket for the day when I go to Sichuan, but I want a "Shushan Travel Map" that depicts the adventures and dangers of the mountain road and the difficulties at home. Driving in the rain on the brightly lit modern city streets, it is really not much poetry, only once in a foreign seaside, it is late, the pouring rain is like throwing our car into the center of the waterfall, the lady who drove for me is completely unrecognizable, all the way in a panic between the water curtain and the night, afterwards I feel a little poetic, the reason may be that it is the difficulty given by nature.

In the long distance of human beings dealing with nature, sometimes the violence of nature can completely engulf people, such as earthquakes, tsunamis, and mudslides, and it is difficult for us to extract beauty from these events for a while. Man will brew beauty at least when it is possible to confront nature, and in this confrontation, sometimes man unmistakably triumphs over nature, such as the appearance of automobiles, electric lights, and asphalt roads, resulting in a relaxed and pleasant beauty; Sometimes the struggle between man and nature is very difficult, and the two sides hold back their strength and are evenly matched, which will produce a solemn, solemn, and gripping tragic beauty. Because this kind of beauty sets off the grim state of human existence and tests the ultimate vitality of human beings, it is particularly moving. Human lifestyles can change over time, but this ultimate experience has permanent value. Perhaps it is precisely for this reason that all people who really understand art in history will always be fascinated by this aesthetic form, and Greek tragedy and even all kinds of primitive art have always become an enduring aesthetic hotspot for human beings. The overly neat and mature aesthetic pattern reflects man's state of victory over nature and his state of override, which can make people feel a sense of convenience and comfort, but cannot correspond to a test of life. For this reason, the masters of the European Enlightenment did not approve of the unification of French classicism, and did not approve of the treatment of human social and artistic life as a neat garden at the Palace of Versailles. They call out for the cliffs, the angry seas, the forests, and the corresponding state of life. This is the poetry in their hearts, and Diderot even said bluntly that the more refined human life is, the less poetry is lacking in civilization. Are they resisting modernity? No, they are enlighteners, clearly enlightening a living modern age. Modern times are not a kind of polite construction, but the natural development of a kind of primitive creativity of human beings.

Therefore, no matter how modern people are, they are willing to revisit the thousand-year-old vitality in the "Shushan Travel Map" again and again, and are willing to taste the bitter night rain again and again, and then step on the mud to the future.