Milan Kundera said: "It's a world where it's popular to leave, but none of us are good at saying goodbye. ”
Today, it is the fourth day of 2022.
In the past year, we have all experienced and witnessed many, many partings.
In 2021, the Republic lost 28 academicians. Yuan Longping, Cheng Rongshi, Wu Mengchao, Chen Qingru, Wu Xinzhi... Our fathers are leaving hand in hand;
"Fairy Tale King", which accompanied generations of childhood, was discontinued;
The longest-lived variety show in history, "Happy Base Camp", stopped in its 24th year;
Shrimp Mi Music, which has been established for 12 years, officially ceased service;
New Oriental laid off 40,000 employees, and the era of discipline-based education and training came to an abrupt end;
......
Whether it is a thing or a man, what cannot be escaped is the parting of life and the eternal key of death.
At such a moment, what suddenly comes to mind are two poems by the Song Dynasty poet Huang Tingjian - "A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of rain in the night of the rivers and lakes."
When you and I watched peach and plum and drank wine together in the spring breeze, how comfortable and happy it was; who knew that the rivers and lakes had fallen, and it had been ten years since the separation, how many vicissitudes of the world, and how many ups and downs. I can only look at the lone lamp, listen to the night rain, and miss you in the distance.
Sheng Ge returned to the courtyard, and the lights went downstairs. After the bustling bustle, there is an endless depression and snub.
It's about friendship, it's not about life!
It was in the eighth year of Emperor Yuanfeng of the Song Dynasty (1085), Huang Tingjian was an official in Dezhou (present-day Shandong), and his friend Huang Jifu was serving in Sihui County, Guangdong, thousands of miles apart.
It had been more than a decade since the two had last met, and the day they would see each other again was still far away.
Thinking of this, Huang Ting couldn't help but write a poem, which is "Sending Huang Jifu":
I live in beihai junnanhai, sending geese to pass on the book thank you can not.
Peach and plum spring wind a glass of wine, the night rain of the rivers and lakes ten years of lights.
The family is run but has four vertical walls, and the cure is not three folded.
I want to see the reading head is white, and the ape across the creek cries miasma creek vine.
"I live in the Beihai Junnanhai, and I can't send a letter to the goose."
I live on the northern waterfront, and you live on the southern coast. Wanted to entrust Hongyan to pass on the book, but it could not fly to Hengyang.
The first link highlights the distance between the two people, one south and one north, the sea and the sky are vast, but they cannot see each other.
So the poet naturally thought of sending a letter, entrusted Hongyan, and passed on his thoughts, but the goose rejected him on the grounds that he could not fly to Hengyang.
Geese are not human, where is the rejection? But it is precisely the three words "Thank you can't" that personify Hongyan, and the original allusion of the cliché "Hongyan Chuanshu" immediately becomes new and unique.
Huang Tingjian is a generation of masters of the "Jiangxi Poetry School", which takes Du Fu as his grandfather, pays attention to the refining of characters, "no word has no place", and takes "taking the tire and changing the bone", "turning iron into gold", and "taking the old as the new" as the creative ideas.
And this song "Sending Huang Jifu" is not only Huang Tingjian's representative work, but also the best interpretation of this creative proposition.
Especially the next two sentences: "Peach and plum spring wind a glass of wine, the night rain of the rivers and lakes ten years of lights." ”
The two poems have been highly praised throughout the ages. Zhang Qi, one of the four sumen scholars, praised these two poems as "true strange words".
In fact, if a single paper is used in words, it is not surprising.
"Peach and plum", "spring wind", "wine", "rivers and lakes", "night rain", "lamp", these words are extremely common, the meaning is simple and clear.
The real "amazing" place of these two poems is that these ordinary words are combined together to form a profound artistic conception.
"Peach and plum", "spring wind" and "wine" are built into a splendid yangchun smoke scene.
You can imagine this picture:
At that time, the poet was still full of spirit and youth. In the spring, he often accompanies friends to watch peach and plum and drink wine together.
The spring breeze blows softly, and the petals flutter and fall into the wine glass.
"Rivers and lakes", "night rain", "ten years", "lights", rendering a depressed and snubbed picture.
You imagine:
Two once closest friends, each wandering in the rivers and lakes. Whenever it rains at night, the two of them each look at a lone lamp in front of them, thinking of each other.
The sound of rain poured down, and the lonely candlelight shone on the missing person, the figure who did not sleep at night.
Peach and plum spring wind and night rain in the rivers and lakes, free happiness and depression snubbing, temporary gathering and long goodbye, happy and mourning, past friendship and this dynasty's thoughts... In these two short poems, they are written vividly.
The combination of "ten years" and "lamp" is huang Tingjian's initiative, adding a heavy vicissitudes, which reads the taste of the years.
The word "strange language" is well deserved.
"The house is run but there are four vertical walls, and the cure is not three folds. I want to see the reading head is white, and the ape across the creek cries miasma creek vine. ”
In the last four sentences of the end, the poet expresses the personality and situation of his friend Huang Jifu from the three aspects of "running the family", "curing the disease" and "reading".
As the head of a county, Huang Jifu's home only has four walls standing there. The four walls are depressed, which is called the integrity and integrity of the yang friends.
"Cure the disease without three folds of humerus", using the ancient idiom "three folds of humerus, known as a good doctor". This means that a person can become a good doctor if he breaks his arm three times, because he must have accumulated a lot of experience in treatment and nursing.
That is what we often call "long-term illness into medicine". Here, Huang Tingjian uses the metaphor of "curing the disease" to "govern the country" and hold grievances for his friends: Obviously, Huang Jifu has made outstanding achievements in government and has the ability to govern the country and save the people, so why should he not reuse it, and let him stumble below?
"I want to see the reading head is white, and the apes across the creek cry miasma brook vines."
I haven't seen my friends for ten years, and the poet can only imagine that you, who are poor and self-conscious, are now white-haired and XiaoXiao.
Is the sound of your reading still as cheerful and pleasant as before? Alas, thousands of miles away, I seem to see and hear you, the ape climbing the green vines in the deep forest, and the wailing of the mountains and streams full of miasma.
In the extremely desolate scenery, the whole poem is tightened, and the endless vicissitudes of the world are felt.
Human growth is often linked to loss, parting, and death. And these losses, partings, and deaths are often silent.
Those idols who chased when they were young have successively retreated, or become old, or left permanently;
Those childhood snacks, love to play games, as a generation grows up, gradually disappear and become memories;
Those friends who have known each other for many years, with each other's busyness, distant distance, and life that no longer intersect, tacitly alienate themselves from each other;
Those who have truly loved will remember at a certain moment in a trance, but even forget the face of the other party;
Those amiable elders who met when they were children will once return to their hometown, from the small talk of their families, they will know that they have been sleeping in the mud for many years.
This is life, and we will never know which time we said goodbye and never saw it again.
Some people, as soon as they turn around, are a lifetime; some things, when they look back, have changed beyond recognition.
Liu Yu said in "Send You a Bullet":
"In everyone's heart, what a long list, how many beautiful things are written in these lists, but they are always postponed, shelved, rotting in the attic of time."
Things are uncertain, and the coming day is not long.
What you like, you must hurry to do; those who like, you must love in time.
And every goodbye, honey, you have to push a little harder, a little harder. Because if you say one more thing, it may be the last; one more look, it may be the last glance.
【Copyright Notice】This article is originally published by Shicishijie, author: Ye Han.