This jade in my hand also has its language.
So, what is the jade language telling?
Looking at the essence of heaven and earth from the jade language, Xu Shen of Han Dynasty said in Shuo Wen Jie Zi: "Jade is the beauty of stone." Geologically speaking, jade is a beautiful mineral. Hetian jade, for example, refers to the jade mine distributed in Kunlun Mountain, China, which is formed by the contact between magnesium marble and intermediate-acid magma. Therefore, jade is a masterpiece of nature. Produced in the deep mountains, it has experienced the collision of mountains, the impact of rivers, the shining of the sun and the moon, and the tempering of wind, frost, rain and snow. Under the action of the essence of heaven and earth, this "beautiful stone" can finally be formed. In the novel A Dream of Red Mansions, the "psychic Baoyu" held by Jia Baoyu when he was born is said to be a stone left over by the goddess, which absorbed the essence of heaven and earth over time and finally became a beautiful jade. Hetian jade, regarded as the top grade of jade, comes from Kunlun Mountain, which is known as "the ancestor of Wanshan Mountain" in China culture, and has been washed and polished by the Yulong Kashi River for thousands of years. It is in the embrace of the sacred mountain and nourished by the spiritual water that the combination of mountains and rivers breeds high-quality Hetian jade.
From the jade language, I trace back to time and history. Jade, after thousands of years of natural evolution, is the product of time and an ancient symbol. A piece of jade contains the lost time; On a piece of jade, all skin colors, piano colors and even cracks are traces of time, carved by time. People feel time from a piece of jade, and also walk into a period of history from a piece of jade. Among the cultural relics unearthed today, the proportion of jade is quite high. Through jade, people discovered the social connotation of an era.
In fact, smart people in China have long recognized the value of this natural substance, and made it into various appliances, for daily use, or to wear and decorate themselves. In the first half of this year, at the "Special Exhibition to Commemorate the 40th Anniversary of Archaeological Excavation of Women's Tomb in Yin Ruins" held by the Capital Museum, a surprising number of jade articles were unearthed from women's tombs in Yin Ruins, with exquisite workmanship. Most of these jades are Hetian jade, including ritual vessels, ritual vessels, tools, utensils, decorations and miscellaneous vessels, which have become an important basis for people to inspect the culture and life of the Shang society.
From the jade language, I look for the footprints of civilization. Everyone knows the world-famous "Silk Road", but few people know that there is also a "Jade Road". Some experts speculate that jade trade plays an important role in cultural exchanges between the East and the West. The earliest media for cultural and commercial exchanges between China's border areas and the Central Plains and between the East and the West is jade, and the "Jade Road" is the predecessor of the "Silk Road". Hotan is not only an important town on the south road of the Silk Road, but also the center of the Jade Road. As the saying goes, "Jade is picked in the dark and jade comes from the jade river", which is the ancient name of Hetian jade. It is not difficult to imagine what a lively scene Hotan was thousands of years ago, because jade and various races shuttled here, and different cultures collided and exchanged here. Times have changed, and things have changed. Nowadays, countries such as Jingjue, Rong Lu, Jimi and Qule have been swallowed up by the vast desert, and prosperous towns are submerged in the sand sea of Taklimakan, leaving only the exquisite pagoda temple in ruins. However, there are rare sites and a large number of precious archaeological discoveries in this land, which clearly show people the glorious civilization of the past.
I appreciate the beauty of traditional culture from jade language. Pure as ice and pure as jade, like a Yushu, like a golden leaf, like a small Yushu, like a fragrant Yushu, like a round Yushu ... In the traditional culture of China, there are probably few idioms related to a substance. In Chinese characters, there are many words that "rest and get fat", such as Jue, Huan, Ke, Lin, Qi, Jun, Yu, Yao, Xuan, Jin, Lu ... most of them are related to jade. It can be seen that the ancients appreciated jade and preferred jade.
This is not surprising, because the quality of jade is so consistent with the character respected in China traditional culture. Jade is moist, quiet, peaceful, exquisite and elegant ... full of Chinese beauty, showing the oriental aesthetic charm. From this, the patriotic national integrity, unity and friendship, perfect moral realm and enterprising spirit are derived from jade. Even the ideal personality of the ancients is the temperament and connotation of pursuing "a gentleman is as gentle as jade". As the saying goes, if a jade is not cut, it will not be a tool. Jade is often closely related to human beings in the form of jade, and from jade to jade, it embodies the spirit of great country craftsmen in another dimension-the beauty of jade carving technology.
"Jade doesn't mean that everyone knows it, but once knew it." Can Jade talk? Actually, jade is silent. Are you silent? Listen, Jed's soul is in the language.
In Hotan, Xinjiang, you meet jade all the time. So, I read Jade, only to find that I couldn't finish reading it. Jade language is broad, broad to all-encompassing; Jade language is profound and profound, with infinite meaning and rhyme. Because jade contains beauty, history, culture and civilization-and these are people's eternal spiritual exploration and immortal spiritual pursuit? Fan Xiaoqing, a writer, put it well in "Talking about Jade": "Jade is a kind of material and a kind of spirit, which exists in reality and even in people's hearts".
The language of jade actually lies in people's interpretation and understanding of jade.
Jade language, human language.
Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward regardless of everything, leaving a string of footprints behind them. I'm going to say "no" to these, and I'm going backwards. Walking backwards, you can see your footprints-the scenery that was once forgotten.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. Once we were classmates studying, once we had fun, once we had a storm. Parting days, sparse raindrops, so ruthlessly hit our faces. We are still so stubborn that we never say goodbye. In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction where there was no intersection. Leaving only the tears of raindrops. At that moment, it was confusion.
Walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think and think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to understand and understand the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, feel the joys and sorrows ... when I realized that these were signs of maturity, that moment was a surprise.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness does not need too many reasons. Walking quietly through the street with your companions is happiness; It is happy to enjoy the moon with my family on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Happiness is just plain, without gorgeous words and incisive language, only a little peace and peace of mind. I found that I had happiness, and I left happy footprints. At that moment, it was beautiful
Deep footprints, deep footprints. Footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a series of footprints. From these footprints, we can see different scenery and find the most beautiful one.
Life is like a glass bottle. Only by constantly adding various colors to it will our life be rich and colorful.
Fourteen years ago in the hospital: "Look! Look! Come out! Come out! It's a female doll! " "Show me, show me. Looking at the small nose and mouth is so cute! " "ah! This newborn child looks so ugly. " "weren't you so ugly when you were born?" ..... With tears in my eyes, I went to this happy family to report it. Therefore, there are many festive reds in the glass bottle.
Ten years ago at home: "Dad, Mom, today the teacher praised me, and the teacher said I was fine." "The baby is great! Let's go Mom will buy you something delicious. " "hmm." So, I took my parents by the hand and added some warm oranges to the glass bottle.
Six years ago, in a physical education class: "Let's play!" "Well, than what?" "800 meters." "yes." "I am the referee! I'll be the referee! Ready ... run! " "come on Come on! " ..... "Yes! I won! " "I refuse to accept it, compare it again!" So, I ran breathlessly on the track and didn't forget to add indomitable yellow to the glass bottle.
Four years ago in the library: "…" So, reading quietly, I sprinkled a handful of calm green in the glass bottle.
When I came to a new environment a year ago, I said, "You …". Hello, I'm a new classmate. Can we be friends? ""of course. "So, while I was making new friends, brave cyan appeared in the glass bottle.
At home half a year ago: "There are many balloons at home, what's the use? ..... it is best to use them as masks! " So, I stuck paper on the balloon, made various masks, and added creative blue to the glass bottle.
A week ago, when my friend and I were reviewing for the exam at a friend's house, a tense purple color appeared in my glass bottle.
Take out the glass bottle in memory, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple … Now there are so many colors! But isn't this our life? There is joy, warmth, calmness and nervousness ... so as to become colorful!
But this is only part of our growth. We need more colors to fill it, don't we?
As soon as I entered the campus, I saw your humble figure You curl up silently in every corner of the campus. Your simple appearance makes many people ignore you, but you still silently provide them with the direction of progress.
Progress is you, and you have made progress. Your strong arms and stalwart bodies have supported many people who have made progress silently. You squatted there without asking anyone to thank you and repay you. You just held on quietly, welcomed a group of students and watched a wave of talents. You just don't say anything, continue to wait for the next person to step on you, and continue to provide the way forward.
But no one remembers you, no one thinks about the humble steps behind him after stepping into the hall of success, and no one will humbly say, "Thank you for taking the first step forward for me!" " "They remember that books are the ladder of human progress, but they don't remember you. They know, "But you only need to go up a flight of stairs to broaden your horizons by 300 miles. "But I have never praised you, and I have never provided you with a ladder to move forward.
However, this does not hinder your enthusiasm. You still don't say a word, or wait on people silently until you are shattered. Then there will be a new ladder to replace the work of the predecessors, and you are still silently doing the first-order ladder, silently doing your own work and silently contributing.
When you hurry up and down the stairs, will you notice the humbleness of the first step? When you make progress, will you think of those who silently contribute to you? Let's praise the ladder, praise the ladder and thank the ladder! Where can there be progressive people without stairs? Without stairs, how can there be successful people?
Ah, unforgettable stairs!
The five styles of prose weekly took me away, and I smiled and pursued the unknown road.
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I am a red maple leaf. When a ray of golden sunshine falls on my crimson skin, a gust of wind lifts my body and takes me away.
"No, I don't want to leave home!" I circled in the sky, groaning. However, it suddenly occurred to me that the branches once taught us that when autumn comes, you will all have your own home. Don't cry, because this is a new journey. I stopped my tears and there was light in my eyes.
Where will I go next? Brought to the dump by the broom of the cleaner? Or was it trampled by naughty children? Is it possible to meet a bosom friend and get stuck in the specimen box forever? That's all, because no matter what, this is my destination. What I care about now is to look at the bigger world and start my new journey with a smile.
The wind took me to the noisy street. In retrospect, I am far from home, but I am close to it. How dangerous this road is! All kinds of cars flew by, producing a lot of exhaust gas, which made me breathless. Because I am young, no one cares about me, and they crush my body at will. But, I don't care, it's my home anyway.
In the evening, the traffic stopped speeding, however, the quiet neon lights set off my disability. A motorcycle passed by me, and the raised dust fell on the side of the road with me. I looked up with a smile and saw the relief of the branches, so I closed my eyes again.
I gave my body to the tree that gave me life, and I continued my happiness with a smile.
The fog outside the window in the morning is as thick as thin cotton, but it still can't cover the swaying golden ears of rice and the pleasant fragrant rice that soaks every inch of air.
In the harvest season, people's joy is undisguised. Before the sun stretched, people were already shuttling through the misty sea of rice. Their faces are filled with the joy of harvest, and loud folk songs are heard from time to time in the distance.
Smelling this quiet fragrant rice and watching this bumper harvest picture remind me of the scene when my mother led us to harvest rice when I was a child. The same rice fragrance, the same folk songs, the same pictures, the difference is that my mother is still harvesting rice in my hometown, while I am far away from my hometown and working outside. Once upon a time, my mother used to say that being a man should be like a meal. Although there is no gorgeous appearance of flowers, because it is real rice, it can still emit charming fragrance. I never understood my mother's words before, and I never understood how people can be like rice. Now I finally understand what my mother said. People don't have to look glamorous, but they must do things in a down-to-earth manner. Only when they have real talents and practical knowledge can they produce "rice" to make contributions and give off a delicious fragrance.
After taking part in the work, I have a deeper understanding of my mother's words. As a railway man, am I not like a rice? Maybe your work is unknown, but as long as you do your job well and ensure the safe operation of the train, isn't this a way to show your value? Isn't it fragrant, too? On this breezy morning, both the golden rice swaying with the wind and the workers shuttling through the golden rice fields exude a kind of "Xiang Tao" in their own way. Only by paying yourself can you produce rice; With "rice", you can float out the persistence of Taoxiang.
Now, although my mother is not around, my mother's words have been deeply rooted in my mind. I only hope that more people will understand this truth, and everyone will give off a little fragrance, then we will live in a society full of "Xiang Tao". Only in this way can we be worthy of this slightly swaying rice fragrance.
The rape blossoms are blooming again, although only a few patches, but the faint fragrance has penetrated into my nasal cavity unscrupulously.
Wandering among the rape blossoms, the thick cauliflower fragrance is mixed with the fragrant earth flavor, which is refreshing. The familiar taste is exactly the same as the faint fragrance in memory. ...
When I was a child, I liked to sit on the ridge and watch my grandmother work. "Play by yourself. I'll take you to buy sugar when I help my full-time grandmother turn over the land." Grandma touched my head affectionately and turned to throw herself into the embrace of the earth.
The fields in spring are breathtaking. The most eye-catching thing is the golden patches in the sun, and the golden rape flowers are scattered all over the place, and the fragrance is overflowing. The air is filled with fragrance, not as long as osmanthus, nor as strong as roses. I leaned down, put a flower on my nose, took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance lingered on my teeth, making my throat sweet.
Even in warm spring, grandma is sweating profusely. She waved her rake vigorously. As the soil accumulated on the rake increased little by little, grandma's sweat became denser and her muscles tightened. From time to time, her black and yellow face dripped with bean-sized sweat, which was as dazzling as rape blossoms under the refraction of sunlight.
1 of "ah", grandma's waist flashed, and I quickly went to help her. Sitting on the raised mound with her, I pressed her waist and "scolded" her distressfully: "Grandma, it's not our own land. Why are you working so hard?" "Hey, they have been neighbors for decades. People are sick, help if you can! " Grandma caressed her waist and her face twitched slightly. "But she just quarreled with you yesterday!" I feel indignant for my grandmother. "Silly child, is the Lao Huang family so selfish and so bitter?" Grandma stared at the dense rape flowers around her and said kindly, "Look, this rape flower not only brings us fragrance, but also contributes vegetable oil, but people seldom care about it." Does it care? " Grandma caressed the rapeseed like a baby. I have also touched the golden rape flowers that are full of local flavor, but are regarded as treasures by simple farmers like grandma.
Days fly by in the blooming and withering of rape flowers every year. Every season when rape blossoms are in full bloom, I often go to the fields to feel its fragrance. In its faint, simple taste, learning brings pressure, and irritability will disappear bit by bit. As I grew older, I finally understood what my grandmother said. Rapeseed, so ordinary, so ordinary, but under its yellow rustic appearance, it contains a noble soul, just like grandma.
Faint, with the wind blowing a fragrance, so familiar with the taste of rape. It's just that the fragrance seems to be mixed with the sweat of many simple farmers like grandma. That smell is very special, simple, natural, pure and noble, like a lock on my nose, and then no flowers can squeeze into my nose. ...
It's raining. I'm going to take part in the solo competition of "Three Independence".
My mother and I have a violin, a piano stand and an umbrella, which is very inconvenient. Finally, we got on the bus of 146.
We sat in the car. Because this is the terminal of 146 bus, I didn't leave immediately after the bus stopped, and the door was not closed, just waiting for the arrival of the next bus. Just then, a puppy climbed into the car.
This puppy is the most beautiful of all the puppies I have ever seen: its nose is neither too long nor too short; The eyes are big and discerning, but there is something on the orbit, which seems to happen only to dogs with slightly inflamed eyes; Its ears are bigger and droopy. Its hair is golden yellow and curly, but it has been seen and seen. Probably a stray dog. It's raining, and the dirty water on the ground makes it dirty. He looked up at me, then leaned over my feet and smelled it, as if to identify whether I was its owner or not. I instinctively moved my foot, fearing that it would bite me.
Seeing that I dodged, it looked up at me with its head down. There is only tenderness and sadness in its eyes. My vigilance has decreased, and there is no malice. I know that a dog who wants to bite is firm and angry.
When we arrived at Wang Jialong, my mother and I got off the bus. I thought this puppy belonged to the driver. Unexpectedly, after I got off the bus, the puppy followed me immediately. While the car door was still open, I quickly said, "puppy, get up quickly, how can you run down!" " "
But no matter how I drive it, it just can't get on. Just then, the door closed and the car drove away. I thought, "Forget it, it may be a wild dog. Ignore it. "
My mother and I were about to cross the road, but I didn't expect the puppy to follow us all the time. When we reached the other side of the road, it also reached the other side of the road. In short, it follows us wherever we go and looks at me from time to time. There is a trace of joy in its eyes, as if I were its owner.
The long-awaited bus hasn't arrived yet. I'm going to take a taxi, but it means that the puppy can't go with us anymore. I'm sorry, but the puppy knows nothing about all this. It just looked at me happily, as if expecting me to take it home.
The taxi came, we got into the taxi, and the dog came running happily. But when it saw us sitting in a car, it seemed to understand everything. The pace running towards us stopped, the joy in its eyes disappeared, and its eyes showed a sadder look than before.
Left with our taxi. I saw the puppy watching us walk and run back in the mirror, and I didn't know where to go. .......
How I wish I could take it home! He is happy and I am happy, but it is impossible. Dogs are not allowed at home. I am very touched. I don't know it, but it regards me as its favorite owner, and I can't take her home. ......
Some dogs, such as Chihuahua, won't listen to you even if you get along with them for a year.
At night, recalling the sadness at first and the joy in the puppy's eyes later, I was silent. .......
An angel once said to me, "In fact, everyone has a pair of wings. As long as they have strength, they can fly. "
Growing up, the erosion of years has accumulated my strength, trying again and again, and falling again and again. "Is the angel lying to me? Or ... "I couldn't help asking this question, but no one helped me answer it.
As the days passed, I learned a little about life. It turns out that those wings taught us to fly in our hearts!
Every day, we are generating new vitality; Every day, we enjoy passionate youth ... sometimes, it flies high and far; Sometimes, it will suddenly sink and fall. Sometimes, it will emit bright light; Sometimes, it will leave a faint gray trace.
Cherish the use, it will insert gorgeous wings for you.
When you trample on profligacy, you lose your only coat.
Maybe your eyes are only in front of you, and you are still living aimlessly. Then look around, how many pairs of wings have crossed your figure and drifted away. ...
Not satisfied with this, struggle again, stand up and fly in the wind; If there is energy, we are not afraid, and young teenagers will have hope.
Colorful wings need seven spirits to compose and seven colors of sunshine to hone. I believe that with today's tears, I will definitely get tomorrow's smile. You are only young once. Catch it and fly your dreams.
Broken wings, don't cry. Perseverance makes you brilliant!
Close the door, close the door. Angels come as promised. I saw the fire of hope light up the whole world. Those are real wings, wings condensed with sweat.
By moonlight, vaguely, colorful wings shine under the starlight and stay in the paradise of love forever!
Looking back, the world in memory is always so colorful. The shimmer of fireworks just bloomed in the sky, warming the sky and us. At that moment, all the corners of my heart were full of light.
Fireworks are like warm sunshine.
Fireworks, though not as good as sparks and sunshine. But when it blooms in the night sky, it tells the world: "Hey, this world, I have been here!" " "Some people will say that fireworks are not really flowers, just chemicals. In fact, everything is valuable, although it is only fleeting. But it has been to this world, it has appeared, it has bloomed, it has been brilliant, it has been warm.
Time flies like fireworks
Time always flies, but I'm always half a beat behind.
Everything is going in such a hurry.
People often say that "time flies like water", but I think that "time flies like fireworks". The water kept running and the fireworks died in the blink of an eye. Every time, when I want to photograph the fireworks in the night sky, I find that the fireworks have faded. Even if I take pictures of them, they are not as beautiful as I saw them with my own eyes, as gorgeous and brilliant as I remember.
"Beauty is always so short and hasty."
Fireworks dotted the beautiful night sky.
I wonder who really pays attention to fireworks. Who has ever felt its existence with heart? The ancients, looking at the night sky, often talked about the stars and the moon, and never paid attention to that short-lived beauty.
Beauty always dies too fast.
Cherish the subtle beauty around you. Distance does not produce beauty, distance only produces distance. Fireworks warmed half my heart. This withered fireworks is worth savoring, just like tasting Pu 'er with a long history. It is so mellow and warm.