The Book of Songs, Grass Worm
The unknown bug hissed in the grass, and the grasshopper jumped nimbly on the grass tip. My wife hasn't seen my face for a long time, and she looks pathetic. When I stopped, I stopped and my heart sank.
Look at Nanshan, just pick its ferns. I'm worried if I don't see my husband. I can see and stop, my heart says.
If you look at Nanshan, you will learn from it. It's sad not to see a gentleman. I stopped when I saw it, and my heart was relieved.
Fang Yurun, a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, insisted that Grass Worm is a poem that compares thinking of women and husbands with thinking of courtiers and gentlemen. He said with confidence that a woman who is considerate of her husband and extremely exquisite vertically is the correct poem in the wind.
In Mr. Fang's view, no matter how beautiful a wife cares about her husband, this kind of feeling is not on the table. There is only one great feeling in his heart, that is, the courtiers' lingering attachment to the king. If Fang Yurun 100 years ago, whether he was an emperor in a dragon chair or a kind person, it is worth deeply remembering, which is not only more out of place than his old gentleman, but also a little melodramatic-now, who really believes in the old gentleman? I have read several versions of the notes, and they all say that this is a poem about a woman missing her husband who is away from home.
Restoring "great feelings" to "personal feelings" is the result of "great ideological liberation" However, after reading this poem carefully, I still have some doubts. I didn't see any words about their marital status and location. Why can they be identified as husband and wife, and the location is here and far away?
Is it because the feelings are a little serious: the grass is falling and the grass is growing. My wife hasn't seen my face for a long time, and she looks pathetic. When I stopped, I stopped and my heart sank. The grasshopper barked endlessly in the grass, and a grasshopper jumped out from time to time. I didn't see that man. How can I not worry? If I can see him, if I can really see him, my heart will settle down.
This is not a date between flowers and the moon. In the eyes of outsiders, she is just one of the women picking wild vegetables on the south slope. From that calm appearance, you can't see her inner storm, from "I'm worried about not seeing a gentleman" to "I'm worried about not seeing a gentleman" to "I'm very sad about not seeing a gentleman".
Perhaps in the eyes of some commentators, there should always be some reasons for such sad feelings, so they assume that she and her lover are separated and can't meet each other. However, I don't think this is an emotion that can't be suppressed and grasped. It doesn't seem like a long time ago. The rhythm of that feeling is slower and longer. I feel drawn into a long tune, and I can accept it calmly no matter how sad I am. And this poem, with a string of "My heart …", makes me feel suffocated. The world is infinitely vast, but she has no choice, her brain is blank, her breathing stops and her daily distractions hide back. She has an idea that she wants to see him.
Apart from seeing you ... it can only be to see you ... the nightmare of panic and tension, "seeing you" is the only way to save. When I began to love, there was no freedom. My fate is in your hand, and your hand is on the other side that I can't see. The world is boundless, which is like hiding infinite risks. When I can't see your hands or your face, the world will become a huge rotating black hole, and the unknowable and impossible will make me afraid.
Girlfriend S said that she corresponded with a boy she liked when she was studying. Every day, she feels that she will never hear from him again. Imagine a stubborn little boy walking past her or his mailbox and throwing a lit match into the mailbox. She was too nervous to come up with such a creative idea. One in a million may be regarded as a reality by her, and she is deeply desperate.
Like S's story, the grasshopper has no ominous omen. When we broke up last time, his smile was as warm as before. She is afraid only because she cherishes it, because she thinks she can never lose it. The greatest sense of security in the world is to be prepared in advance, but I can never lose you.
Love itself is like a natural disaster, like an earthquake, like a flood, like a mudslide. Pursuing all the way makes people feel small, frightened and helpless. Love makes peace and prosperity like troubled times. Looking back at this song "Grass Worm", it should have been a warm and quiet spring day. The grass grows, the flowers grow, the grasshopper plays the piano in the dark, and the grasshopper jumps out from time to time to run wild. Whether they come for an appointment or meet by chance, that person should appear in front of her soon. However, in her mind, the situation is strange.
Did they meet at last? The poem didn't say, maybe he came, maybe he didn't come. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not. This poem focuses on her irrational tendency at that moment. In the boundless love, under the bright blue sky, she looked up and suddenly lost confidence. That man, like Godot, has never been here. She thinks he can't come because she takes his arrival too seriously.
Han Guang: Refuse to swim in love.
The Book of Songs Han Guang
Nanshan tree is so big and tall that you can't enjoy the cool under it. There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible.
The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The firewood was mixed with wood, and the twigs of Vitex negundo were cut with a knife. The girl is getting married, so feed the horse quickly.
The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
Firewood is thick, and wormwood is cut with a knife. Son of Yu Gui. Tell me about it.
The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
I saw the story of silkworm and horse when I was a teenager, and I still can't forget it. It is said that there is a girl whose father joined the army in the frontier and there is no news of her. She is at home with her mother, and she misses her very much. Her mother sent word that whoever could get her father back would marry her daughter to him. It never occurred to me that the applicant was actually a white horse, which let out a long hiss and left. Soon, she really brought her father back.
Hearing what happened, my father broke his word and the white horse roared. My father simply killed the white horse and exposed it to the court. The keen soul of the white horse refused to give up. One day, he suddenly swept away and finally stopped on the mulberry tree. The two are combined into one and turned into silkworms.
Two of a kind can become a butterfly, and infatuated love can only become a silkworm. A white horse and a girl have different identities. Originally, it could only stare at the girl's back in a distant and hopeless way. An emergency made its love possible. It did its best, but it still got nothing. It has also been treated by the public. Anger and grievance mixed together, and a supernatural force broke out. When the horse skin fell from the sky and covered the girl, the cruelty and blood of a man at the bottom was vividly reflected. At that moment,
The core of Silkworm Horse is anger, which is so spectacular, rich and beautiful. As an audience, I can only be dumbfounded.
Supposedly, Silkworm Horse's description of untouchable feelings has reached the extreme, but human feelings have two sides, dynamic and static. The extreme of silkworm horse is the moving end. With such violent passion, you can only look up and not participate. What you can hear, feel and sip is that quiet and broad love, just like the waves in the moonlight, with only a faint undulating outline.
"There are trees in the south, which is unthinkable, and there are wandering women in Han, which is unthinkable." Hanbitsoft's first four sentences are a settled situation. There are tall trees in the south, but you can't rest under them. There are beautiful women along the Han River, but they can't pursue them. Tall trees should be a good support. Why can't they rest? Because it's not mine. By the same token, this beautiful woman can't even pursue it. It should also be because she and I have an insurmountable distance.
For love, distance is not necessarily a bad thing, it is welcome, so tossing and turning, not seeing for a day, you feel separated from Sanqiu. On the other hand, how can there be so much sadness and hatred when a beauty is in her arms? Distance makes lyric possible.
However, for Hanbitsoft, this distance is a bit too far, so far that he has accepted his fate that he can't even miss acacia and daydream. He told himself in a voice as calm as fate, "Han has a wandering girl, you can't think", which is an iron "no", just like, "Han, you can't think, but Jiang Yongyi, you can't do it."
I have long known that the distance between you and me, like the vast Yangtze River, will never swim across.
Where does this distance come from? Most scholars believe that the hero in Han Guang is a woodcutter, and most of them are vague about the "wandering girl". Maybe she is a noble, maybe she is taken. In short, her life has nothing to do with him, and he can't get her love.
There are two possible trends in his feelings. One is to give him reckless enthusiasm like a silkworm horse, and the other is to let his love fade away gradually. With the help of years, he will be polished into a context bookmark and put in a corner of his heart, maybe he will forget it slowly.
However, the woodcutter's choice is not among these two. He embarked on a lonely road, without anger, injustice or even sadness, but he didn't look back. He is so calm and deeply in love with this woman: if his love is like this river, he can't swim, then he can't swim. This may be true.
You do everything possible to win back the beautiful woman, secretly fight with him, and try to pull out the roots in your heart, all in order to swim to the other side, complete this matter, save yourself from the surging and restless love and return to the established track. Love ends in getting or giving up.
However, the woodcutter did not take any action to save himself. He is still chopping wood, feeding horses and finishing his daily work. However, the horse he fed was to send this woman to get married, and he was still so calm, calm and orderly.
Perhaps, there is a kind of love that is only related to oneself and will not change with the changes of the world. I just want to keep you in my heart. I have put you in my heart. What else can I take? Even if you leave, even if you have gone too far, it doesn't matter. When I am with myself, I am with you.
The poem is still chanting, "The breadth of the Han Dynasty is incredible, and the size of the river is incredible." This is the case three times, but I no longer lament the width of the river and the length of the water. What I see is his vast love. I can't swim in the past, and I don't need to swim in the past, so I will always look at each other. Ming Che's eyes are like moonlight.
Han Guang: There is a distance called love.
Nanshan tree is so big and tall that you can't enjoy the cool under it. There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible. The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The firewood was mixed with wood, and the twigs of Vitex negundo were cut with a knife. The girl is getting married, so feed the horse quickly. The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
Firewood is thick, and wormwood is cut with a knife. Son of Yu Gui. Tell me about it. The Hanshui River is so vast that it is impossible to cross it. The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
-Nan Zhou? Han guang
Li Qingzhao's Dream: I always remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know where to go. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. -write so well, cruise ship play wine, lotus for crossing. Yi 'an himself is a northerner, but what I wrote between the lines, I assumed that it was the charm of southern women. Women in the north can't swim, or I should say, they can't play with such delicate and close water.
I have always had the courage to admit that I am a southerner and I am vain at heart. This is due to the good foundation laid by the ancients. For example, they painted a very good color on this rice paper in Jiangnan water town, which made us invincible for thousands of years. Southern women are always easily associated with swaying waist and skirt, and their charming appearance is euphemistic; When I think of the willow trees on the shore, people at the water's edge raise smoke, a boat leaves breaking the surface in the twilight smoke, and the distant shadow of the solitary sail gradually becomes clear, and my heart is happy and bright. Women in the north are also very capable and well managed, but they are different from each other, such as Shui Ze and dry land. Take cooking as an example. Southern women are meticulous in their bones and are not afraid of triviality. Water onion and bean curd can also be prepared into soup, but they are rarely stewed regardless. I am at the mercy of the 3377, like a handsome soldier.
Nan Zhou? Han Guang wrote about a young woodcutter who fell in love with a beautiful girl, but never got what he wanted. He can't get rid of his emotions. Facing the vast river, he sang this touching poem and poured out his sadness. Although the poem doesn't say it clearly, I feel that the woman he loves is most likely from the south-this is my intuition as a woman.
I always think that the women on the water side in Jianji are northerners (not only because Jianji belongs to Qin Feng), but the women who can't think in Hanguang are more like southerners. First of all, only southern women will be happy to play by the water, take a boat to pick lotus and fish, and become "prodigal girls" all day long. Secondly, southern women are reserved and clever, just like a woodcutter who feels the distress of singing-she gets wet with clothes and apricot flowers, so there is no subtle worry.
Understand this mentality, it is not difficult to understand the poem sung by this person. His songs float by the Han River every day-
There are lush foliage in the south, and there are few pedestrians resting under the trees. There is a wandering girl in Hanjiang River, and it is futile to pursue her. How vast the Hanshui River is, you can't swim through it. How long is the Han River? You can't get through the sadness.
Miscellaneous trees grow tall, and it takes thorns to cut wood. If that woman marries me, feed her horse quickly. How vast the Hanshui River is, you can't swim through it. How long is the Han River? You can't get through the sadness.
Weeds are overgrown and disorderly, and Artemisia argyi is cut down for firewood. If that woman marries me, feed the pony and drive to see her. How vast the Hanshui River is, you can't swim through it. How long is the Han River? You can't get through the sadness.
There is not a word in the poem about the woman's appearance, manners, words and deeds, and her description is as broad as a fog. From the beginning, she only existed in the poet's singing memory and became the spiritual totem that controlled him-unreachable, high above, and unable to get rid of it. This shows the troubles of Jiangnan women. Just like the attitude in this poem, it is as slippery as koi fish's. It's really disgusting!
Chen Qiyuan summarized Han Guang's poetic realm as "visible but intangible" in Shi Mao and Ji Gu, which is very accurate. Hanbitsoft shows the so-called "yearning situation" of western romanticism, that is, it shows that the object you are eager to pursue is far away, on the other side, but you can see your heart but can't touch your body. It is a realm that you can always yearn for but never reach. Qin Feng? Compared with Han Guang, Jia Xu is also a masterpiece describing "the land of longing", which is both ethereal and realistic. There are no specific events and scenes in the whole novel, so it is difficult to know whether the protagonist is male or female. The poet deliberately played up a yearning and elusive mood. Han Guang is much more concrete and realistic, with concrete characters: a woodcutter and a wandering girl; The emotional course of exquisite emblem: hope and disappointment to fantasy and disillusionment; Even the subjective dreamland in My Son's Homecoming and the description of natural scenery in Hanguang Jiangyong are concrete.
Wang Shizhen believes that Han Guang is the beginning of China's landscape literature, and there are only a few poems describing landscapes in The Book of Songs (see Poems in Classroom), which is not unknown. Of course, ethereal symbols can provide a broad imagination space, but concrete realism cannot easily surpass aesthetics. Qian Zhongshu talked about the prototype artistic conception of "longing for the situation" in Guanzui Bian, and thought that Qin Feng? Jane is given priority to, and Nan Zhou? Hanbitsoft is complementary, which may be the reason.
The scenery of love between men and women is actually like what Cui Hao wrote in the Long March: "Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? . Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town ... My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. We were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! Why have we never known each other? A woman has a crush on a man, but she really wants to know if he is from the same town, so she takes the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him (if she is not interested in him, he won't call even if she lives in front of her house). ), but it can be said so tactfully and lightly, and it is brilliant to advance and retreat. Such a playful and sophisticated water girl is as lively as a fish.
It's easy for a woman to find the right person to chase a man, but it's much more tiring for a man to chase a woman. The woodcutter's deep affection and melancholy make us onlookers feel distressed. "My son can't talk about horses when he returns to China." If that woman marries me, feed her horse quickly. If that woman marries me, feed the pony and drive to see her. ) I love you so much that I can't wait. (psychosexuality! At this time, he didn't talk about the width of the river. It seems that as long as the right person shouts, the Milky Way can cross the river step by step. It can be seen that the key to the problem lies not in the breadth and depth of the Hanshui River, but in the attitude of the woman. It's a pity that she doesn't seem to care about him, and her reaction is very cold. Acacia is useless, but it is too expensive. This made the woodcutter vomit to death and sighed loudly at Hanshui: "Han has a wandering girl, you can't think about it."
Wang Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no intention. This relationship really needs more twists and turns. But that's how people feel. Just because you are nice to me doesn't mean I want to be nice to you. There are no rules of fair trade. You blame her for being heartless. Who made you fall in love with her?
Who is more sober than who, who is more cruel than who.
In ancient times, some poets interpreted "Hanguang Wandering Girl" as the goddess of Hanshui, and attached the poem "Hanguang" as the goddess of love. There are actually many followers, which shows that there is a romantic side in people's minds. However, it can also be seen that it is widely recognized that this man has no hope! They all changed from loving everyone to loving God, and this person is completely hopeless.
Han Guang is probably the oldest unrequited love poem. At that time, this man's infatuation did not impress his lover, but it touched the hearts of countless people a thousand years later, making people remember him because of infatuation. In other words, it is not just his infatuation that really touches people, but that everyone has a "bitter day."
The gains and losses of life are so unpredictable.
Besides, sometimes everything doesn't go well in two of a kind. I naturally thought of Goddess of waterinfo from Goddess of Hanshui, and Li Shangyin's poem "A fairy brought a bridal mat for the comfort of a prince and then disappeared", which was about the affair between Zhen Fu and Cao Zhi. After Zhen Fu's death, Cao Zhi went to Hajj, but he didn't know that out of guilt for his younger brother, he wanted to stimulate him harder and make him completely collapse. Anyway, Xelloss gave Cao Zhi the golden jade pillow left by Fu Fei. Cao Zhi came to Luoshui with a pillow, and saw the dead Zhen Fu turned into a goddess to meet him. After waking up, I can't tell whether it is a dream or a reality, but the scene of meeting is still vivid. A generation of talented people were filled with emotion, so they wrote the "Luo Shen Fu" which was circulated through the ages. In fact, it has a more personal name, Gan Zhenfu. When Zhen Fu's son Wei Mingdi grew up, he thought it inappropriate for his little uncle to write his mother's feelings so openly, so he changed his name to Luo Shenfu.
It can be known that nine times out of ten, whether it is a prince, a grandson, a noble or an ordinary person, life is always unsatisfactory.
Everything has endless meaning, so creation can't avoid me, and ghosts and gods can't harm me. If the industry must be full, the work must be profitable. If there is no internal change, it is called external worry. There is an old saying: when the moon is full, it will lose money, and when the water is full, it will overflow. Sometimes it is not necessarily a bad thing to leave some regrets.
People always have unfinished dreams, and they can only look forward to the next life.