On Sunday afternoons, during walking time, pedestrians on the bridge passed by, and I leaned against the railing to watch the flowing water.
A young man carrying a blue backpack, from the head of the bridge to the river, crouched down to wash his face with water, and the black baseball cap was not taken off.
He washed for a while. By the time I noticed him leaving, he was already on the bridge, two or three paces away from me, looking at the running water.
I wait for him to say hello, or not to say hello. The sky is sad, and I want snow.
He went around me from behind and stopped on the other side. Eyes met and said hello.
"Are you meditating?" he asked. Emaciated, pale, and low-pitched.
"Sort of. You, hiking this season? "I'm a little curious.
"Well, follow the river. You see, the river flows in only one direction and never turns back. ”
"The river is flowing, it's not flowing, there's no need to turn back."
"I lost everything, nothing." He said.
The outdoor clothes are neat and the sneakers are clean, unlike street homeless people.
"Have nothing, be free, and rejoice."
He sighed, "You can't go back in time and get the lost ones back." ”
"Those people will be lost sooner or later, what will they do to get them back?"
He looked at me and stopped talking.
"It's not that you can't go back to the past, that you can't get out of the past, you have to go back to the present, understand?" As a bystander and a passerby, I can see more clearly.
He thought about it, realized it, took off his hat and thanked me, and walked along the river.
He is looking for his way, and I am looking for my way. Looking at his back, I secretly had some envy, envy for him walking with nothing in winter.
01
Farewell to the river bridge
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"Huan Xi Sha"
(5th generation) Xue Zhaoyun
Shake hands and river bridges willow like gold, bees whiskers lightly provoke a hundred flowers, Hui Feng Lansi send Qingqin.
The meaning is full of spring water, the love is still as deep as a wine glass, and the Chu smoke and xiangyue are two sinking.
The bridge is a poetic presence. No matter what kind of bridge, when people go to it, they will instinctively have special feelings about space and time. The first sentence of Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter" "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery", "on the bridge" is the image that the poet deliberately chose, of course, you can see the scenery elsewhere, but there is no vividness on the bridge. People who look at the scenery on the bridge have become landscapes themselves. Try to change the verse to "You stand on the side of the road and look at the scenery", or stand on the mountain or look at the scenery in front of the window, and the person who looks at the scenery can also look at you from somewhere else, but the situation is very different. The bridge connects not only space, but also the time of flowing water, so when you stand on the bridge, you are standing in a place where space and time intersect.
The five generations of poet Xue Zhaoyun's "Huan Xi Sha" is written as a farewell on the bridge. In ancient times, there were many poems written to send farewells, and the place and time of farewell were different, and the feeling of leaving people was also very different. Ferries, liquor stores, roadsides, mountains, bridges, spring, autumn, winter, summer, dawn and dusk, these are not only the environment, but also an organic part of the farewell experience.
Look at this song. "Shake hands and the river bridge is like gold", the first four words you can imagine: the two people on the river bridge, holding hands to send farewell. "Willow like gold", the picture is added with golden willows, this is spring. It is spring, but slowly, the purpose of these three words is not to "explain the time", and the river bridge is not just to "explain the place", it is necessary to eliminate the reading method of "giving the time and place of the farewell", which turns the magic into decay.
So what does this sentence say? Although the place and time can be known from it, the poem focuses on the feeling of the scene of life. Lovers parting on the bridge, clinging to each other, willows golden, spring water rising green, think of that moment, "willow like gold" in the eyes of people how sad, how to make people cherish endlessly.
In poetry, the relationship between the mind and the object can be consistent or contradictory. Tao Yuanming's "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the South Mountain" is a selfless state where the mind and matter blend, which can be encountered but not sought. Usually, most of what we experience is the disharmony between the mind and the object, that is, the contradiction, which becomes tension when written in the poem. The handshake river bridge willow is like gold, the farewell person is very sad, but the willow is so brilliant and lush. Similar verses, such as Li Bai's "Jinling Liquor Store Farewell": "The wind blows willow flowers full of incense in the store, Wu Ji presses the wine to summon guests to taste", is also the farewell scene, the person has not yet made a sound, but what his perspective has seen has conveyed his mood, the wind will blow the willow flower fragrance into the store, Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade guests to taste, the floral fragrance and the hilarity reflected out, is not it his reluctance and sadness?
Looking at "bees whiskers lightly provoking a hundred flowers", this is not idle writing, or the sentence: what you notice, you are what. From willows to bees and flower hearts, further touching the deeper depths of people's hearts, spring should be the season of honey picking.
It is the most difficult to speak when parting, many words cannot be said, and the words spoken are not righteous. Liu Yong's "Raining Bells" said: "Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, there is no word for choking", the word "actually" is actually too redundant, and wordless choking is the norm of sending farewell, there is nothing surprising.
If you can play the piano best, to pass on the heart song. "Hui Feng Lan Si sends the qingqin", pinning on the piano, the beauty of the style and thoughts are heard from the sound of the piano. "Pipa golden feathers, yellow warblers on the strings." Persuade me to return home early, the green window people are like flowers. The poet Wei Zhuang can be described as good at listening.
After parting, Chu Yan Xiangyue sank twice. Even today, this is true. The "handshake" in the words reminds me of sending my mother to the airport, sitting in the back seat of a taxi, shaking hands along the way, not saying anything, and deliberately looking out the window in order to hold back tears. Later at the airport, I watched her cross the line of the security checkpoint area, drifting away from the crowd of people in line, she looked so ordinary, so insignificant, as if she had been erased by the vast world of desert.
Ming Wen Zhengming "Xiqiao Strategy Staff Diagram"
02
Drink on the bridge of the afternoon bridge
"Linjiang Xian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces About the Old Tour of Luo"
(Song) Chen and Yi
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic.
The long ditch flows silently, the apricot blossoms are in the shadows, and the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking.
Idle on the small pavilion to see the new Qing, how many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
Above Yishui in the southeast of Luoyang City, there is an ancient stone bridge, known as the Afternoon Bridge. Pei Du, a famous minister of the Tang Dynasty, once built a private garden in the north of the bridge, and since then the noon bridge has been a place where the sages and celebrities feast and drink, and the Northern Song Dynasty is still admired and imitated by later generations.
"Reminiscing about drinking on the bridge of the afternoon bridge", Chen Youyi recalls the time when he feasted and drank on the afternoon bridge. "Reminiscences of the past", the tone is far away, the past is like smoke, a beam of light left in the memory, began to salvage fragments of joy from the depths of the years.
"Most of the people in the sitting are heroic", the so-called hero, it is not appropriate to simply interpret it literally as "heroic haojie", it should be a situation presented after the nostalgic role of the poet. More than twenty years ago, after all, at that time, he was young and the world was at peace, and the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the Jin soldiers went south, the Northern Song Dynasty perished, and they were displaced since then.
The gaze of remembrance casts a layer of confusion over the happy past, like a depressed person traveling through time and space, seeing his former self carefree, completely unaware that doom is coming. "The long ditch flows and the moon goes silent", which is the quiet of the years of that year, and in the silence, the mountains and rivers have moved.
"In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn", these two sentences are really beautiful, the words are golden, and the famous artist comments on "Qili". Beautiful scenery, enjoyable things, stone bridges on the night of the moon, drinking and laughing, I really don't know what night it is, what time it is.
In a cold wind, the poet woke up like a dream, and found himself alone, standing alone in the small cabinet of the monastery. The memories are like the present, and the moon is the same as it was then. "More than twenty years is like a dream, although this body is in a state of shock", the vicissitudes of state affairs, the great changes in life, more than twenty years of tilting dreams, although this body is there, can not help but make him frightened. What is "this body"? Chapter 13 of the Tao Te Ching says, "So I have a great sickness, for I have a body, and I have no body, what is my trouble?!" ”
The last two sentences are infinitely lonely, and I do not mean to be broad. "How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sings three more", these words were spoken by future generations, naturally they felt wide-ranging, but from the mouths of the parties, there was unspeakable sadness.
Chen Youyi was good at composing poetry, and only in his later years was he interested in filling in words, and in the Southern Song Dynasty, where slow words were prevalent and words and sentences were carved, he was a very different kind, not making slow words, similar to Su Shi, and entering words with poetry. This word has the feeling of Tang poetry when reading, loose and natural, simple and sincere, although the content is thick, singing sighs but ups and downs and ethereal, accidentally becoming a masterpiece.
Qing Dong Bangda", "Broken Bridge Residual Snow Map"
03
Slept on the bridge
《Xi Jiang Yue》
(Song) Su Shi
Terano Yami shallow waves, across the sky hidden in the sky.
The mud is not solved, and I want to get drunk and sleepy.
Unfortunately, a stream of wind and moon, Mo Jiao stepped on Qiong Yao.
Unsheath the pillow green poplar bridge, Du Yu a spring dawn.
The word is preceded by a paragraph of order, more beautiful than the word, and its text is as follows:
It is in Huangzhou, spring night walk in the water, drink at home, drunk, take the moon to a creek bridge, unsaddle, by the humerus drunk to lie down less rest. And the awareness has been known, the chaotic mountains are crowded, the flowing water is clear, and it is doubtful that it is not earthly. Book this on the bridge pillar.
Su Shi was in Huangzhou at that time, and although he was despised, the happiness of life was still available everywhere. And in the retelling, let's experience the experience in the preface: One spring night, Su Shi rode a horse on a horse in the water, and after getting drunk at the restaurant, he came to the Yixi Bridge by the moon, and the people were sleepy and tired, and they wanted to lie down for a while and did not sleep. When I woke up, the sky had broken, but when I saw the chaotic mountains and the flowing water, I suddenly suspected that it was not the world. At the moment, I wrote this word on the bridge pillar.
Personally, I think that this song is not written very well, and the wonderland in the preface is not written, but there is a sense of deliberate text, which is not as natural as the prologue. What makes my generation envious should still be Su Shi's experience, drunk on spring nights at Xiqiao, wild, romantic!
I also took a nap on the big rock by the stream in a forest park, and when I woke up, the twilight was vast, the water was flowing, and I couldn't remember where I was for a while, and when I remembered, I also remembered this sequence of Su Shi. The ancients were not deceived, but unfortunately I could not write this on the stone.
Before his death, the modern poet Zhou Mengdi, who is quite ancient, often went to the bridge in the evening to talk with the piers and write poems calling it "dating". He has a poem "Kawabata Bridge Night Sitting", in which he meditates:
"What is me?
What is the difference between me and the foam under this bridge?
'So-and-so, in a certain year, month, day
Sit quietly here'
Oh, who can testify? Except for this wordless bridge? ”
These few questions are left for us to slowly refer to.
Author | Three books
Edit | Zhang Jin Li Yang
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