△ Irish Cliffs of Moher (Photo: showyourtravelpics IG)
Irish poet of Caiyun Hall
△ Bagpipes
I really did not expect that the birthplace of bagpipes is also in Ireland. Among the many instruments that originated in Europe, my favorite is the bagpipe. As people often say, there are always tears flowing in her cheerfulness, and there is always a warm smile in her sorrow.
I love the melodious bagpipes from ancient times, the authentic sorrow and pain that comes from ancient times, and the beauty and peace of those lives that are contained in such sorrows and pains.
Today is the last few days of the lunar month, and the smell of the New Year has slowly gathered in the old streets and in the air. I was sitting at the window on the second floor of the Caiyuntang Bar, the window was gray sky and gray tile houses, no one else's interference, very quiet, and here is also very quaint, friends downstairs are already cooking, half a day's time, will soon pass.
I didn't know much about Ireland before, except that she was a country next to the United Kingdom, and that Northern Ireland belonged to the United Kingdom. Just sat in the bar and read a book, only to learn that the Irish people, as part of Europe, have so many stories.
△ J.K.罗琳(J.K. Rowling)
It turned out that the little girl Rowling who wrote Harry Potter was also Irish, which was a real surprise. The little Irish girl with short flax hair, who was said to have been very poor at that time, was so poor that she was starving, but she wrote Harry Potter, which was loved by adults and children. I think that just like the "martial arts secret book" and "unique secret weapon" in the minds of every Chinese child, children who have seen "Harry Potter", even adults, may have installed a "Hokwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" from now on.
And the breathtaking magic of "Hokworth School of Witchcraft and Wizardry", I think its source, must be related to the ancient human history, myths and legends of the Irish nation, as well as the so-called Celts, as well as the beautiful feelings and the power of endless love that have been handed down. Just like the genetic code of man's physiology, the humanities, that is, the layers of humanistic codes that people can pass on from generation to generation in their souls, have also been passed down in this land and the people in this land.
△ Yeats
And Yeats, a poet who many Chinese liked, was also Irish, which must be another surprise.
I think that many young people, reading Yeats's poems, the last thing left is definitely that one: when you are old, your hair is gray, you are sleepy, and you are napping by the fire, please take this poem, read it slowly, think back to the softness of your past eyes, and think back to the thick shadows of their past. The reason why young people especially like this song, I think there must be the following two reasons, one is because everyone will be old, the romance of youth, anyone can have, and the romance after old age, then not everyone can have. So young people will be particularly yearning. There's another reason, I think, must be the kind of love that goes on from start to finish. The more modern human society is, the rarer the kind of love from beginning to end, and I really don't know whether this is a comedy or a tragedy.
But this kind of love from beginning to end, I think it will definitely be related to the humanistic accumulation and humanistic inheritance of a certain place, the more beautiful the soul, it will definitely look forward to a beautiful love from beginning to end, even if there are some ups and downs and hardships, it is worth it.
△ "When You're Old"
Perhaps it is for some reasons that there will be Yeats, Yeats's emotional life, and Yeats's immortal poetry.
Just like this bar where I am sitting today, the name of the bar is very good, reminiscent of the evening when the sky is full of rainbows and the clouds are rolling. And this bar, is located in the ancient city of Jiangnan Suzhou Shantang Street, thousands of years of Gusu old city, after thousands of years of ups and downs, inside and outside the city, do not know how many stories have happened, one by one to tell out, I am afraid that it is a few days and nights can not be finished. And some stories, because I am from Shaoxing, really can't be told here, and if you tell it, Suzhou people will definitely be unhappy, or they will say that I am stingy.
And stringing these stories together, that is, the humanities of Jiangnan, here is the process of passing on from generation to generation. The so-called one side of the water and soil to nurture the other side, Wu Nong's soft language, sounds soft and spongy, but the humanities accumulated in the hearts of Suzhou people, and the power that arises from it, the power that comes from the essence of life, should be more than just a little.
Historically, many poets loved bars, and in quiet bars, reading and writing is indeed a thing that people will never forget. I am not a poet, and I don't spend much time in a bar, but it is indeed a great blessing in life to drink a sip of green tea from an ancient Wudi in a quiet bar like today, and then meet Miss Rowling and Mr. Yeats from the seaside town of Ireland. I am reminded of an old saying: years and years are different, and the flowers are similar from year to year. Such a crossing in the middle of human history is really rare.
Finally, back to the original topic, about that bagpipe. Modern music has a lot of musical elements, and the ancient bagpipes, often in many musical elements, inadvertently come with the flow, with the wind, leaving us with endless sorrow, sorrow, and pain after the remembrance, relief. The sorrows of those who once lived, the sorrows of the Irishmen whose names we do not know, passed down through the sound of those melodious bagpipes and entered our hearts.
△ Headland Lighthouse, Ireland (Photo: pinterest.com)
We are modern people, so-called modern people. But who can guarantee that thousands of years from now, people will not call us ancients? Who can guarantee that anyone remembers such an afternoon, a quiet afternoon at Caiyuntang Bar?
Only the cloud knows. May every afternoon of our lives, the joy, beauty, sorrow, and pain of our lives, be like the bagpipes of the Celts, flow forever and ever in the long river of life that time passes, day by day, without end...
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Written by wang jianhua |
Editor| Qingyi
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