Walk into the Book of Poetry and listen to the "Rolled Ears" of the ancestors' voices: "You ask me how deeply I love you."

"Curly Ears" is a poem about an ancient woman who misses her long-distance husband. The verses are not long, but they can be divided into four chapters. The first chapter tells of the woman who was collecting curls (presumably a wild vegetable) in the wild, and her mind was fully released to her husband. Chapters two through four depict the woman's imagination of her husband's hardships and sicknesses, as well as her sentimentality.

Let's take a look at the situation:

The woman's beloved husband has been on the military expedition for a long time, and the weak woman bears the burden of the family, and in order to live, she goes up the mountain every day to pick rolls of ears to fill her hunger. Slender body, constantly bending up and down, waist pain, always feel powerless, picking half a day, not even half a basket.

Thinking of her husband at home, the two bear the burden of family life together, how comfortable and beautiful life is. Thinking of this, I involuntarily placed the basket on the side of the road leading to the far side. Tired eyes, looking into the distance, how eager to see her husband come to him.

At the end of this great road, in the midst of the lofty mountains, in the mist-shrouded sky, the husband rode his horse, followed by servants, and was climbing the high stone mountain in the distance. The horse's legs trembled with exhaustion, and her husband's heart was like an arrow, but the horse was weak and felt very depressed, so he had to stop, sit on the rock pile, take out the golden wine, and use the wine to disperse his strong homesickness.

Seeing her husband in the haze, he rested for a moment, got up and climbed the ridge on horseback, and ran all the way. How could it be, climbing the mountain on the rocky road, the horses were not very tired, they were at a loss, the servants were exhausted, the husband had to rest on the ridge, and the mood of returning home was more urgent, and the heart was burning, pouring wine, and dissolving the pain of longing.

Vaguely feeling that her husband had made military merits in the expedition and being able to ride a horse to take the servants back to his hometown, thinking of her husband's mighty return to his hometown and the glory of the Glorious Ancestors, his tired face showed a hint of relief.

As a result, love triggered the depths of the soul, and I couldn't help but flow out of the thousand autumn spirit rhymes, and a love poem flowed out from the bottom of my heart.

Harvest the rolled ears, not the basket. Oh I am pregnant, and I am very friendly: (Here are the thoughts of the woman)

Zhi Zhi Pi Cui Wei, I Ma Yu Yu Huitui. My aunt is drinking The Golden Ray, Wei Yi will not be cherished forever!

Shōbi Takaoka, I Ma Xuan huang. My aunt is a sigong, and Wei Yi will not be hurt forever!

I'm tired of it. I'm a servant, and the clouds are full of trouble!

Expressed in modern language: it becomes the following verse:

Picking ya picking ear vegetables, dissatisfied with a small shallow basket. Missing my husband in my heart, shallow baskets were thrown by the side of the avenue:

Climbing up the high earth and rock mountain, my horse ran with weak legs. And fill the golden cup with wine, so that you can pour long-term love in your heart!

Climbing the high mountain backbone, my horse was sick and yellow-eyed. And fill the big glass with wine, so that the heart will not be sad!

Climbing onto the rocky hill, the horse lay sick on the side. The servant was too tired to walk, how to relieve this sorrow!