Bai Luomei's CCTV Prose: Oriental Pearl
This is Shanghai beach. A stormy city, a city full of rivers, a city of peerless beauty. This city, even the air is full of temptation, and arrogance is revealed in its bones. It is fashionable, avant-garde and atmospheric. It used to be a ten-mile foreign exchange, but today it is the Oriental Pearl. This city, with a sea-like mind, contains thousands of stories. After the magnificent, it will be dumped by gentle tenderness. Many people came to this city and created their extraordinary lives. Because Shanghai itself is a legend. Take the opportunity of the World Expo, let's walk into Shanghai, into the beautiful life of Shanghainese and see the beautiful sea view.
The Bund just woke up in the morning. The tall buildings in the fog faded from the splendor of the night and were covered with hazy colors. By the Huangpu River, the whistle sounded, breaking the calm water surface, writing the river flowers at sunrise into breathtaking scenery, and all the memories were opened in an instant. Those black and white images, as well as the past time, have never been forgotten by this complex city.
In the distance, the bell of Dongfanghong in the Customs Building rings, and every day in Shanghai begins with this bell. The Oriental Pearl Tower, which stands on the riverbank, continues the story of going to the sea yesterday. Crowds flock to different high-rise buildings, and they are used to such a fast-paced lifestyle. In a hurry, enthusiasm is scattered in every corner of the city, and people from different regions are infected.
On both sides of the Pujiang River, the sound of waves is still the same, and there are countless ships coming and going every day on the river. Vast water, open mind, silently listening to people telling their lives. They are here to salvage stories, pick up feelings and fly their dreams. Floating on the waves, how many people are on the mother's shore, scouring joys and sorrows. Time has not left any scars, nor has it given people any reasons for being depressed, lazy, slack and wandering.
Shanghai, by virtue of its innate advantages. The Bund buildings with different styles make this international metropolis always ahead of the times. This bright city, as if it were just a blink of an eye, gracefully changed into brand-new clothes. Once you enter this changeable metropolis, no one wants to look back. The history of Shanghai, the water that melts into Suzhou River, flows slowly all the way. It has also caused ripples, washing people's souls again and again, polishing old memories, and making us more aware that Shanghai, a city shouldering the heavy responsibility of leading, carries the expectations of many others with its tough backbone. The prosperity of a city will not change the deep-rooted character. The rich and unique Shanghai culture has penetrated into every corner and gap of the city. New things can enrich the mind and make the past precipitate a more mellow taste. Every day in Shanghai can be treasured in memories; Every day in Shanghai continues the legend of yesterday.
Listening to an old record is like the time when the old jazz in Shanghai took us back to old Shanghai. That jazz music full of oriental charm was re-plated with forgotten black and white memories with colorful feelings. Black film creaked under the old record player, showing the coolness of wooden doors and windows. Immersed in euphemistic music, I have endless love for this city. Fine notes are far away, and when they sneak into the soul, they will always inadvertently wet their eyes.
The hands of the old record player are turning, as if time has passed, and there is a free and easy feeling in deep affection. The neon life in Shanghai continues in this flow. Scissors with seemingly bright time always cut off complex chapters and leave concise fragments. Wandering in nostalgic thoughts, it is inevitable to be urged by time, for fear that in a twinkling, I will not catch up with the sudden death of this city.
The most beautiful thing is the amorous feelings of Shanghai at night. Under the flashing neon lights, Nanjing Road looks like a fashionable woman, charming and flamboyant. Gorgeous lights gather together and collide with bright sparks. How much gloom will become enchanting and dazzling in an instant. Sightseeing bus, surging crowds, beautiful shops and swaying light boxes all show the petty bourgeoisie sentiment and the fashion style of metropolis. There is a saxophone player upstairs in Yong 'an Department Store. The flowing melody, like a glass of mellow red wine, let us savor it gently. A brief intoxication, and then back to reality, Shanghai at night is still so beautiful.
In Shanghai, vicissitudes of life may be just a short process. However, freshness will never completely replace the ancient style, and profound culture will not be lost in the surging tide. Shanghai is a cup of coffee that has been carefully ground, blended, cooked and tasted. The rich aroma permeates the whole city, time has passed, and the lingering fragrance still lingers for a long time. When people enjoy the avant-garde and prosperity of the new Shanghai, they will also recall the charm and customs of the old Shanghai.
The alley of Shikumen is like a distant memory, looking forward to the long scenery and drawing the touch of fireworks in old Shanghai. There is an old Shanghai style rippling in Shikumen Lane. There is no gorgeous courtyard and the scenery is colorful. However, there is a century-old altar hidden in the depths of the alley, which makes the alley somewhat drunk. A few yellow flowers and moss seem to bring vitality to life. In fact, the alley is not deep or long, but the tiny sunshine seems to have penetrated into people's hearts and uncovered the feelings that have been sealed for a long time.
A morning glory climbing the wall will explore the memories of spring and glitz in the courtyard. Half-open and half-closed windows, clothes poles on the balcony and old wooden stairs are the protagonists here. Wu Nong's soft words were sung into a small attic. In the alley, a call of gardenia and white orchid blew up the past, which was light and cold.
Paramount's door wall has been replaced by rotating French windows. Under the colorful night scene, it looks like wearing a gorgeous cheongsam, and the graceful charm awakens the old dream of sleeping at sea for half a century. The girl who sang "cordate telosma" marked the night in Shanghai with traces of time. How many things are ups and downs because of Shanghai, and they are reborn because of Shanghai. In Shanghai, cheongsam is an elegant scenery, and the intellectual beauty of the East always breeds endless imagination. No matter how old the place is, there have always been the most prosperous years in these years. It is the charm of cheongsam that sets off the feminine figure and elegant temperament of Shanghai girls more graceful. Dressed in cheongsam, they snickered at the corners of their mouths, and the charm of their brow would remind people of those beautiful women in old Shanghai. For them, cheongsam seems to have an innate complex, and it also has an inseparable fate with this city.
Shanghai, which takes off its cheongsam, has a stunning beauty. Its elegance, naturally uncut, has been smiling. We are changing from different angles, and what we see is the charm of the city like water and the joy of spreading in the city like flowers.
At this time, the Huangpu River is still slightly rippling. The ripples on the water rippled deeply and shallowly, from scratch to urgency. And we don't have to sink to the bottom of the river to salvage the dust of history. Just calmly put the memory of Pujiang and the legend of Shanghai into the bag.
Remember this city, it's called Shanghai Beach.
Bai Luomei's CCTV Prose: Walking into the Forbidden City
This is a city that needs passion and an imperial city that needs courage to enter. You put the noise behind you, leaving a pure mind, and the Forbidden City has opened a broad mind to you. This imperial city is magnificent in historical time and space, and it has cast its prominence and prestige with its brilliant atmosphere. As if a dust passed by, it would be colorful; A little ink drop, Wang Yang wantonly.
The heavy high doors of the Forbidden City are closed on the back of the emperor and opened in the lives of ordinary people. The Forbidden City, which was once blocked by the imperial power, now, ordinary people only need a ticket with the totem of the Forbidden City, so they can enter the emperor's palace at will and enjoy the scenery inside the high walls. Just as you crossed the majestic palace gate of the imperial city and stepped into the highest threshold of the deep palace, the memory of the Forbidden City burst like a glacier and rolled in the long river of history in an instant.
The once glorious Forbidden City, although still brightly lit and crowded, has become an empty city. There are noisy passers-by wandering during the day, but the shadow of the dead lingers at night. The history books show twenty-four emperors, who were all-powerful and domineering in the sky that once belonged to them. And generations of civil and military officials, harem concubines and maids-in-waiting eunuchs are just floating dust in the Forbidden City, which can be swallowed up by a breeze. What traces can future generations find in the transparent phantom? Only glazed tiles, white marble, pure gold dragons and countless auspicious ornaments can vaguely see the gorgeous shadow of that year.
The dragon bed of Emperor Chongzhen in Ming Dynasty is still warm, and Li Chuangwang has broken the city, sitting on the dragon chair in the heat wave transpiration. The bandits defeated the emperor, and the coarse cloth was replaced by a dragon robe. However, he was just a twinkling meteor in the Forbidden City, and he crossed a bright red mark with his own blood and finally disappeared. Chen Yuanyuan didn't even have time to dance for Li Chuangwang, and the Eight Banners' strong men swarmed like quicksand, sweeping away Li Zicheng's dream of the emperor.
Ten thousand winds raged, yellow dust flooded the ancient road, smoke filled the battlefield, and the sword of drinking blood cut off the river and split the mountain. Tighten the reins of desire, hold high the banner of power, defeat the king with wildness and wildness, bid farewell to the barren Great Wall from now on, sit on the rivers and mountains with civilized boundaries, and claim to be king and dominate the world. Even cowardice is resolute on the majestic earth, and death is tragic under the fiery red sky.
After the chaos, it was calm and peaceful. The imperial chariot of the Qing emperor, full of nobility and wealth, has traveled through the Forbidden City for hundreds of years. After the heyday, it was a bleak silence. Since when, the children of the Eight Banners have abandoned their war horses, lost their swords and indulged in walking birds and singing operas in the warm and rich countryside, betting on horses and fighting crickets. A high-headed war horse that has lost its fighting spirit, facing the siege or the iron hoof of the grassland domineering? Is the son of the Eight Banners who melted his ambition still a surging wave sobbing outside the Great Wall?
Jiangshan is not made of iron, the imperial capital is not made of iron, and the land of the Great Qing Dynasty has to yield to the iron hoof of the great powers. No matter the fate or the number of days, when Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, was expelled from the Forbidden City, the Forbidden City was really a city of undead. The huge palace only retains broken memories. Every day, we can see the smoke of history pervading the Forbidden City, without a trace, but lingering.
The Forbidden City, which took off its robes, lost its domineering and solemnity. You can walk into the golden hall with great momentum and visit the places where emperors held imperial ceremonies and ceremonies. The Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Hall of Zhonghe and the Hall of Baohe are the centers of the foreign dynasties and the three main halls of the Forbidden City. The hall is resplendent in decoration, the carved door is inlaid with gold, and the dragon on the column flies like a dragon. The emperors on the throne of the carved dragon, together with their hegemony, have long since withdrawn from the historical stage, leaving only a touch of luxurious back without temperature and some regrets.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, clouds fly away and smoke disappears. How many heroes shed blood to bury the barren hills for this throne? Not to mention ruling the world by sitting on the dragon chair, even the red wall of the Forbidden City can't climb over, and it has died on the road with the collapsed flagpole. After all, their ambitions are not as high as those of the Forbidden City. There is no battle in history that is not shocking. What kind of awakening is left after the wild dance?
True history is not allowed to lie, just like the clean palace in the Forbidden City, which is clear and magnanimous and can see the turbid world clearly. There is a sign hanging on the temple that says? Aboveboard? Gold-inlaid Chinese characters, without a pair of eyes that hate the sky, are as clear as a mirror, reflecting the magnificent past. Now they are cut by the cold light of glass, and the once surging emperor river bank has cracked. But there is also an outstanding pioneer who shoveled away the gorgeous ruins, irrigated the warm blood and gave the river a blue of Ming Che. Behind this magnificent palace, there is a palace full of flowers, which hides the peerless beauty of the favored children.
The Forbidden City whitewashed a luxurious high wall, imprisoned the temptation of charming and soft beauty, and locked the lonely and sad soul. The Palace of Kunning, once so charming, is now so quiet. How many times has the owner of the harem been pitied by the emperor in his long life? It is said that gentleness softens ambition and wealth destroys pursuit. When the emperor is tired of killing, how can he not be attached to the tenderness of the Sixth Palace? A beautiful smile is worth a thousand troops. How many outstanding kings have been reduced to a thin and barren glass?
The imperial garden is a paradise on earth, with pavilions and waterside pavilions, which seems to occupy all the magnificent scenery in the world. The imperial garden is a maze, and so is the whole Forbidden City. People who walk in will inadvertently get lost in the flying fantasy of dancing, singing and laughing. It is said that the architectural layout of the Forbidden City is displayed according to the astrology. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety houses, like nine thousand nine hundred and ninety stars, dot the sky of the Forbidden City. As an outsider, how can you not get lost?
Among the twinkling stars, the radiant man in a dragon robe is the emperor. He is the only sun in the Forbidden City. It's just that the sun, though full of stars, can't spread warmth to everyone, and he is proud to be alone among the stars. These colorful beauties were blended into Danqing by painters, written in ink by literati and painted into porcelain by artists. Once upon a time, the soul of the Forbidden City was hollowed out, leaving only the shell decorated with stained glass and gold to support this huge imperial city.
Who patted the railing of the building in the sunset, and which emperor's hand remained on the scarlet knocker? Thought is like a lonely horse. You recall the past, but ignore the present, walk in the present and lose the past. Walking through the lonely cold palace, no longer leaving a sonorous sigh for the beauty, wandering on the jade ladder, no longer leaving a majestic lyric for the emperor.
There is an eternal solemnity between heaven and earth, and the rushing blood gradually soothes and calms in silence. The wanton splash of ink has cooled and solidified, and together with the scattered dust, it has found a home. At this time, the Forbidden City was so deep that it could accommodate thousands of worlds. Very lonely, so lonely that only the shadow of time is left.
Looking up at the starry sky, who took off the aura of the moon in the Forbidden City, but it is still holy and quiet. Bravely walk out of the empty city, create miracles with a bright heart and welcome prosperity and peace. When the past flows in the starry sky, the beautiful scenery is like a tide, and the footsteps of dawn are approaching, a splendid Asahi will come out of generate and shine on the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland.
Bai Luomei's CCTV Prose: Crossing the Great Wall
It is a dragon sleeping in the land of China, a king standing in the eternal green hills, and a river spanning historical time and space. It spans ancient and modern times, gallops across the sky in Wan Li, creates a generation of wind and cloud overlords, and carries countless warm-blooded heroes. At that time, this dragon swallowed rivers and mountains, and now it is just an old man loaded with national memories. It is deep and silent.
A great wall that has lost its edge, put out the war and stopped shouting, can we still find high fighting spirit, rolling smoke and rich civilization on its vicissitudes of life?
Of course. You see, it is like a soaring dragon, looking down on all beings at an unattainable height and despising the imperial city. You see it is like an eagle flapping its wings, flying across the sky, breathing smoke with its detached air. This is the Great Wall cast by the descendants of the Chinese people with blood. This is the Great Wall built by Chinese children with their own flesh and blood. It can sleep, but it won't die. It can be silent, but not numb.
You are a modern dreamer. Step by step, you can get closer to it. You don't need a BMW sword or a longbow. Just push open this solid wall and you can reach the scenery on the other side. It will tell you in detail the story of retiring after the curtain of years, the story of countless romantic kings, the Golden Goma Iron, and the story of competing for the Central Plains; Countless heroes in last stand, stories about the battlefield and writing game agreements; There are even many hidden stories about loving children, heartbreaking and tears streaming down her face.
Only by stepping out of the narrow well of life can we see the vast scenery. Climbing the Great Wall requires a far-sighted mind; I set foot on the earth to wait for a peaceful and calm solid. When you walk on the steps paved with bricks and stones, touch the wall with temperature and watch the faint smoke on the beacon tower, your thoughts are like the waves of Wang Yang, which will never stop.
It was Qin Shihuang who created the world, built the Great Wall on the land of a vast country, divided the boundary between a state of etiquette and a wilderness with a wall, and consolidated his imperial dream with a thick wall. Then the moving legend of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall was interpreted. If you want to build a Great Wall that stretches across Wan Li, you have to bear the losses and sacrifices in the process, which is a historical witness of your merits and demerits. Since ancient times, people who have achieved great things have been informal. Only by cutting through thorns and riding horses to raise dust can we recover a broader world. Qin Shihuang was able to unify the rivers and mountains with his extraordinary intelligence, strategy, sharpness and domineering, while the Great Wall through the ages set up an immortal monument on the fertile soil of Daqin.
A great wall spanning the towering mountains has attracted countless kings and heroes from all walks of life to fight for the country. Qin Huang Hanwu, Tang Zongsong Zu, even Genghis Khan, who didn't get the land on horseback? Later, Daming's Jiangshan was taken away by the Qing Dynasty. At that time, the Great Wall was no match for the Eight Banners led by Nurhachi. How many passionate men were created when the city collapsed? Those heroes are embedded in the historical sky like stars, and their memories are engraved on the walls of the Great Wall.
Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty killed Yuan Chonghuan and was even described by later generations as self-destructing the Great Wall. Is that really the case? The alternation of dynasties is like the alternation of day and night. As it happens, the mountains and rivers in Chongzhen have turned to the cliff at night. Who can turn the tide? At this time, the Great Wall became a prop of the Ming Dynasty, a really sleeping dragon, and it needed time to wake it up. It will still melt after solidification, and it will be younger after nirvana. We should treat its present and contemporary glory with sober and rational thinking.
It's hard to say that the Great Wall is not a hero. When you stand on the wall and watch the mountains rise and fall and the dragons meander, do you really become a hero? Such an era of peace and prosperity is really cherished. In troubled times, how many bloody battles you have to climb the Great Wall may not be able to stand here and see the heroic spirit of China. Now you can not only cross the Great Wall, but also talk about history, and even shout to the vast rivers and mountains, you are a hero, because you climbed the Great Wall, you stepped on the dragon's body and looked down at Lang Lang Gan Kun.
But, of course, this is also a hero. You don't have to shed blood to be a hero. This is an era when you can take off your robe and visit the motherland. Looking back, Qin, Zhao and Yan built the Great Wall in the north to resist the invasion of Xiongnu and Donghu. Today's Great Wall is a place to store ancient national memories and a link to maintain progress and civilization. It measures history with the length of the dragon, and it stands tall in the East with the spirit of the dragon. So, you can sing aloud, the echo of the green hills is applause, and the roar of the Yellow River is applause.
The Great Wall of Wan Li is a cultural history. You came empty-handed, but you can come home full. However, The Great Wall is a wordless book, which is placed on a huge console table in the north of China, so that people who look at the scenery can interpret it attentively. The walls, arrow stacks and beacon towers you touch are all cultures, and those heavy buildings, exquisite layouts, sculptures and paintings are all arts, while floating and singing in the wind? Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty? Poems and ink paintings hanging high in the clouds are telling you the grandeur and solemnity of this ancient fortress and the grandeur and breadth of this land in Kyushu. History is a mirror, and no matter how confusing the story is, it can shine brightly, making the changes along the Great Wall clear and clear.
Life is a challenge, and the Great Wall of Wan Li will inspire the blood and heroism in your heart. This dragon has been sleeping for too long, and years have carved too many marks on it. Looking from a distance, you see it majestic and rugged; If you look closely, you can see that its scales are peeling off and it is thick and vicissitudes. Although the Great Wall spans many provinces and cities, in the eyes of the world, Beijing is the closest city to the Great Wall. This is a city with emperors and heroes, which condenses the best part of China's history.
Today, there are still descendants of the Badaling Great Wall who are constantly adding bricks and tiles to repair the traces eroded by time. Just repaired, can it be restored to its original appearance? The Great Wall has been tempered by buildings of different dynasties, and we want to go back to the beginning, unless time passes. There are similar stories in history, but there is no same war. Nostalgia is the virtue of life, and innovation is the transcendence of spirit. The Great Wall once protected Chinese children without hesitation, and now it can also enjoy the supreme honor of the Chinese nation. It is the symbol of the king, the symbol of the hero, the pride of the country and the pride of China people.
The Great Wall is like a frozen river. Its silence is not backward, conservative or closed, but deep and tenacious, quietly guarding the ancient civilization. When you know that silence is better than sound, leave your name without leaving it. The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which is far away from it, has been ignored by time, and the bustling scene of Qian Fan in those days has gone. As a king, Qin Shihuang's domineering sweeping the six countries far exceeded Yang Di's extravagance. However, the great project of Emperor Yang Di to open up the Grand Canal is no less than the long-distance construction of Qin Shihuang. Although the motives are different, the significance brought to the prosperity of future generations is almost the same.
Sometimes, there is a blurred line between right and wrong, prosperity and decline. The vast world is like a chess game. One false move may lose the game. How many complete fragments there are, how many are soft and strong. When Emperor Yang Di dreamed of the beautiful plum blossoms in the south of Leng Yue, Qin Shihuang missed the pride of the desert frontier fortress and Wan Li. No matter winning or losing, it will spread like long smoke and dust, and draw a different period in the historical sky.
What else can you touch on this wordless wall? Touch the emperor's temperature through the cold stone? Let the past history repeat itself in the context of ancient bricks? There are probably many voices asking, will this great and profound Great Wall one day escape the curse of fate and collapse in the turbulent historical situation? We should face ups and downs with a rational and open mind and conform to nature. I believe there are immortal souls in this world, such as those heroes who are blocked by time, such as this dragon winding on the top of the green mountain.
Don't you know that after you have tasted courage, you can point to the sword and ask the country, and cook wine to talk about heroes.