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People are homesick on the road
Around the end of the year, the alternating time between the old and the new, the most homesickness, the Sui Dynasty poet Xue Daoheng, put the voice of the traveler who went out into the poem:
"People's Thoughts"
It was only seven days into the spring, and it had been two years since I left home.
After the man returned to the goose, he thought about it in front of the flower.
According to ancient legend, the first day of the first lunar month is chicken day, the second day of the first month is the dog day, the third day of the first month is the pig day, the fourth day of the first month is the sheep day, the fifth day of the first year is the day of the cow, the sixth day of the first month is the day of the horse, the first seven days of the first seven days of the people's day, the poem title is "People's Day of Thinking Of Returning", which is to write the mood of the seventh day of the new year, seemingly plain little poems, containing helpless feelings and homesick feelings.
The Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wan, in such a season, was traveling east along the river, and on the way to the Zhenjiang River, leaving behind an emotional poem "Under the Sub-Northern Gushan Mountain":
Outside the green mountains, in front of the green water.
The tide level is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging in the sails.
Sea sun and the night,Jiangchu iri old year.
Where is the township book? Return to Yan luoyang.
The poet who is on the road, walking between the green mountains and green waters, the homesickness is sandwiched in the breath of spring, complex and subtle, "the sea is born of the sun and the night, the river spring into the old year", a wonderful sentence.
Wanderers who are far away from home, thinking of returning, thinking of love, Wei Zhuang's "Homesickness Outside the River" is the best endorsement:
Every spring, the country is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known.
More by the sunset on the riverbank, a trace of broken intestines and smoke willows.
The poet sighed: Year after year, every new year, I am sad that I am alone in a foreign country, and the yellow warbler on the side of Duqu (now southeast of Xi'an, Shaanxi) knows my state of mind best. Seeing the remnants of the sun on the riverbank gradually sinking west, it made my liver and intestines cut off, like a trace of smoke willow.
Wei Zhuang's poem depicts a hundred knots of sorrow, which is meticulous and sad. For the feelings of homesickness, people are the most difficult to dissolve when traveling, and even the border poet Gao Shi, who has always been known for his strong pen strength, at such moments, can't help but write small poems with gentle pen tone and full of thoughts:
"Except for the Night"
The hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns miserable.
Hometown tonight thinking of thousands of miles, frost sideburns Ming Dynasty another year.
Chinese New Year's Eve night, which was originally a day of reunion for thousands of families, the poet was alone in a foreign inn, the lights were cold, it was difficult to sleep, he missed his hometown thousands of miles away, and his family was also reading the poet thousands of miles away. Tomorrow, the frost-stained white hair will be added a few more because of the thoughts, and the years will also grow a year old in this wandering.
"Hometown tonight thinking of a thousand miles", opens up two missing perspectives, the wandering wanderer is missing his relatives at home, the relatives who stay behind are also missing the unreturned, sad lovesickness and waiting, the same weight, at both ends of a love.
In modern society, communication is convenient, transportation is developed, and it feels that the spatial distance has been shortened a lot, and it can really be "the end of the world if it is neighborly", but the time problem is still troublesome, and it is still not so easy to get together, not to mention the epidemic barrier in the past two years. The emotion of missing, no matter what era, is the same.
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Stay where you are
Where will the eternal night go? No sound.
Fragrant cabinet cover, eyebrows, the moon will sink.
Can't stand each other? Resentment.
Change my heart, for your heart, and know each other deeply.
In ancient times, the carriages and horses were slow, the news was even slower, and even the reunion after the farewell may just be a silent count of days in the heart. The woman's heart is intertwined with love and resentment: You know that I am thinking of you, and if you exchange our hearts, you will know how deeply I remember you. Gu Jie's poem "Appeal to Heartfelt Feelings, Where to Throw People at Eternal Night" in the Five Dynasties period is a small word of resentment, which vividly shows the daily lovesickness of the left-behind beauties, deep and humorous. How urgent is it to look forward to the return of the king at the time of the festive season? The Tang Dynasty poet Wen Tingjun's "Dream of Jiangnan" vividly depicts such a woman who is looking forward to the return of the king:
Freshen up and look at the river tower alone.
After a thousand sails, the veins of the oblique veins are leisurely.
Intestinal cut off white apple chau.
Looking forward to the day, it is time for the husband to come back, the woman got up early, dressed up, hurried to the Wangjiang Tower, looked at the ferry alone, afraid of missing the people who missed day and night. But one passenger ship after another passed, a wave of travelers dispersed, the familiar figure did not appear, until the sunset gradually faded into the slow waves, the expectation finally became empty, the woman was disappointed and lonely: "Intestinal broken white apple island." I haven't returned today, I'm afraid there is a delay on the road, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow? Maybe I'll go back.
How many ancient women who are waiting for the return of their husbands in their hometowns, counting the return date, from hope to disappointment, and then rekindling hope, continue to wait, day by day, do not know how many days to repeat, do not know whether they can look forward to reunion.
"A thousand sails are not", melancholy and waiting, scene after scene repeated in different eras, Song Dynasty Liu Yong wrote a poem, like a response to the beautiful person who was waiting alone in the River Tower: I can't bear to think of you, you know, I am also mourning by the column.
"Eight Voices of Ganzhou , To Xiao Xiao Twilight Rain Sprinkling River Sky"
On Xiao Xiao twilight rain sprinkled on the river sky, a wash of autumn.
The frost and wind are tight, the Guanhe river is cold, and the building is left behind.
It is a place where the red decays and the green is reduced, and the radial things are rested.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows in the east without words.
I can't bear to climb high and go far, look at my hometown, and it is difficult to return to my hometown.
Sighing over the years, what is the bitter drowning.
Want to make up the beauty of the building, mistakenly a few times, the sky knows the boat.
Knowing me, leaning on the railing, I was frowning.
This is my favorite song in the willow words, showing the homesickness of the children's love, but the writing is majestic and tender, and even Su Dongpo, who was the pioneer of the Open And Leth, was also applauded.
The writer laments that his career is wandering, but his thoughts are vague, he is helpless to drown, and he is full of pity for the beautiful person who "missed a few times and returned to the boat in the sky", but I know that I am also full of sorrow. Liu Yong's other poem, "Return to Chao huan, Bei'an Bian Zhou Three or Two", imagines the return journey, like a continuous scene:
There are three or two flat boats on the other side. The reeds are windy.
Sha Ting Su Geese break the smoke and fly, the creek bridge remnant moon and frost white.
Gradually, the dawn fades. Lu Yaoshan is far away from many battles.
People come and go, only wheels and oars, all of them are famous customers.
A look at the township off the smoke and water. The sense of enlightenment is born of wings.
Sorrowful clouds hate the rain and the two are haunted, and the new spring remnants are urged.
Years are fleeting. Lang Pingfeng is sincere and beneficial.
Back, deep in the Jade Building, there was a person reminiscing.
In the old days, men could wander around, and women could only stay at home day by day looking forward to returning to people, in this song, Liu Yong finally had a wake-up call to his life and saw through the fame and fortune that came and went. Years are fleeting, it is a year old new spring, thinking about the depths of the Jade Building, thinking of his wife, hating that he can't give birth to wings, and returning home quickly.
What was the person who was waiting alone in the Jiang Lou, in addition to looking forward to the early return of her husband and reuniting, what else was he thinking? Have they finally been reunited, and what kind of sadness and joy are they doing when they get together?
The modern female poet Xi Murong used modern poetry to depict this scene of "Tragicomedy", which may have been staged for thousands of years:
What is the long wait?
Suppose after a thousand sails
You finally show up
(There will always be a moment)
When the thousand sails are over, you come
Your smile in the slanted light is so real
And so unbelievable
White Apple Island Ah White Apple Island
All I have left is a heart of joy and sorrow
Only to find out that all the original yesterday
It's all an indispensable arrangement
All just for the good at the moment
Let you embrace me tenderly and mercifully
(I may cry or may not)
I will hide all the acid
It's just on the White Apple Island
It was still floating like a cloud
It was me with a faint hint of sadness
This thousand-year-old tragicomedy, under Xi Murong's lyrical pen, opens with the intersection of sorrow and joy, ends with a faint sadness, and finally reunites the homesick returnees with their families waiting for the return date, which is the best wish of a modern woman to an ancient woman.
This blessing is also given to everyone who has thoughts and looks forward to reunion.