The orange background light hits the dreamy white and green dancers' costumes, and the ambiguity and longing formed by the mutual infiltration of colors seem to be the fate of life, and the femininity is only in Jiangnan.
I don't think I have been to Jiangnan. The culture in the book is Jiangnan, and the Jiangnan in the book is full of legends. Laughing and cursing are all articles. I don't know, under every stone and brick, there is a thick, waxy Jiangnan on the winding path. The ancestor of mankind gave the best side of nature to the south of the Yangtze River, while the world in the north always stayed in the atmosphere of long rivers and deserts, frozen snow dances and gravel all over the sky. Jiangnan is a beauty, and the north is a strong man who has experienced vicissitudes.
In the long river of history, the north is always the main battlefield.
Alien invasion, the change of ruling and opposition, the Central Plains competing for the deer, bloody long bows and halberds, chariots and fighters, all galloped on the vast land in the north. Every Qin brick on Hanwa, every ideal city, every village and even every tree struggling to survive are covered with traces of blood and fire. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the long-term decline of history brought suffering and war trauma to the north. In my mind, Eight-Nation Alliance, the Japanese invaders, were forced into exile and disputes, and foreign enemies invaded, and blood and tears condensed on every ideal city in the north, every brick and stone. The north will always be the main battlefield. Tian Lei threw himself into the army and killed it, but Meng Jiangnu cried down the Great Wall. It seems that the north is always full of sad stories. The great and tragic Great Wall has been built for hundreds of years, which has exhausted the financial resources of several countries, but has not brought permanent peace to the people. Recuperation is only the preparation for the next battle for each generation of kings. China's 5,000-year history of civilization is really a history of war. It is also a history of war imposed on North Korea.
Pity the whole world, the people in the north are like spring grass, burning and reborn in one war after another. In War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, 3,500 fresh lives fell in a pool of blood to resist foreign aggression and make the nation stand on its own feet. The north is still the main battlefield.
Foreign enemies invade, and the north fights for you; The Siberian cold wave strikes, and the north shelters you; Even if the sandstorm originated in Taklimakan occasionally patronizes, the north will filter out the dust for you. The ill-fated North is a man who dares to take responsibility for his country.
When the Eighteen Warriors in Xiaogang Village, Fengyang, Anhui Province kicked off the reform and opening up, all the good things that followed belonged to the south. When the excitement of the outside world comes like a spring tide, the north is still watching for you in the cold wind; When you were "the first to eat crabs", the north was still eating thousands of years of "Chinese cabbage". "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below" is the beauty of the south, and seven of the eight major cuisines belong to the south, which is the other side of enjoyment and nourishment. Your water is fresh, your color is colorful and your charm is elegant. Even when you cut candles at the west window of the Red Chamber and listen to the rain beating banana, the north is still silently watching for you.