I haven't seen my parents in four years, and I haven't been back to my hometown for the New Year in six years.
It was good that there were video calls, Mother said, as was the meeting. Having said that, I was helpless to see my parents grow old in the past few years.
As for the New Year, I didn't want to go back before, and I couldn't go back in the past two years.
When I was a child, I loved the New Year, I could wear new clothes for the New Year, eat all kinds of delicious food, go to relatives to get the money for the year, play gongs and drums, incense, sing big dramas in the first month, hang red lanterns in front of my home, and jump ropes with adults and children.
What year and month was that? It seems to be far from the present, closer to ancient times.
Now if you go back to the New Year, you will no longer have the joy you used to have, and you should not mourn for it. Wearing new clothes every day and eating delicious food every day, isn't this exactly the dream of childhood?
All my dreams came true.
In the distance, I have now regained poverty, re-learned to live in simple things, and re-received the suffering and affection of the world.
A year of lights to return
"Huan Xi Sha"
(Southern Song Dynasty) Jiang Fu
Five days after the age of Chengchen, Wu Songzuo
The goose was timid and heavy clouds refused to cry, and the painting boat was worried about the west of Shitang, and the wind and waves were viciously forbidden.
Chunpu is gradually giving birth to green, Xiaomei should grow a branch, and the lights will return for a year.
It was written five days before Chinese New Year's Eve 1196, when Jiang Kui crossed the Songjiang River by boat. For the words in the poems, when it is known that linear time is not real, the things touched by the words, such as clouds, boats, winds and waves, spring grass, plum branches, and lights, are not thousands of years ago, but in the moment of reading.
The New Year in the old calendar actually begins on the twentieth day of the waxing moon. Sweeping ashes, sacrificing stoves, killing pigs, steaming steamed buns, doing New Year goods, busy preparing. On this day of the thirty-year-old, everything is ready, just waiting to be removed. The wanderers came home, and they were all in a hurry for the last few days.
Jiang Kui , a White Stone Daoist , according to ancient books , he looked strange and looked like a god among the gods. Shiraishi is proficient in musical rhythms, often self-composed, and his words are like his people, ethereal and silent. Versatile, he has repeatedly failed, all his life in cloth, wandering in the lake and the sea, relying on selling words and friends to help him. Chinese New Year's Eve can't go home for the New Year, it's a common thing for him.
On the twenty-fifth day of the 25th month of the year, he returned to Hangzhou from Wuxi by boat, and at that time he had moved to the family's son Zhang Jianmen. The way back passed through Wu Song, that is, Songjiang, and I had the feeling to make this word.
The weather is very gloomy, "the geese are afraid of the heavy clouds and refuse to cry", the geese are also silent, and the heavy clouds are afraid of the heavy clouds and refuse to cry, but just fly indifferently. After the little cold, the geese began to return to the north, and when the poet saw the geese on the road, he inevitably thought of his hometown and thought of his own displacement.
Shitang is a small long bridge in Suzhou. Jiang Kui has traveled to Suzhou, Wuxi and Hangzhou for a long time. This time leaving, I am about to settle in Hangzhou, so I have the meaning of saying goodbye. He has a lot of affection for the stone bridges in Suzhou and wrote many poems for them. "Painting the boat is worried about Shitang West", it is likely that this is the last time to cross Shitang West.
"Headwind and wave evil forbidden", facing the wind and waves arbitrarily at the mercy of the ship, further aggravating the wandering and helplessness of life. What a bad weather, but because he was returning home, the poet seemed to have a beacon in his heart, leading him through the heavy clouds and winds and waves, and tenaciously heading in the direction of home.
He saw the spring grass sprouting in Jiangpu, and the green grass of Xinxin was greeting him, and he thought again that the branches of the plum tree at home should grow under the lintel. The Lantern Fireworks of the New Year are also calling for him to get home quickly. "Spring pu gradually greets the green, xiaomei should grow a branch, a year of lights to return", the colder and gloomier the weather, the warmer and brighter the home, the more people on the way are like arrows.
In the past few years, the Spring Festival was difficult to find, and many workers braved the wind and snow to climb over the mountains and mountains in order to go home for the New Year, from Guangdong to Sichuan, Guizhou and other places. They were with their fellow villagers, riding motorcycles on the road video, watching it was very sad, and they smiled brightly. No matter how far away it is, you have to go home for the New Year! What kind of faith is this, and what kind of pilgrimage mood is it?
Chen Mei's "Year Mega Chart"
Chinese New Year's Eve poems on the way to a snowy night
"From Stone Lake to Amaranth Creek at Night"
The fine grass through the sand and snow are half gone, and the smoke and cold water of the Wu Palace are rounded.
No one saw the plum blossom bamboo, and the incense was blown across the stone bridge one night.
In the Chinese New Year's Eve of 1191, Jiang Kui left Shihu and returned to Xiangxi (苕溪, in modern Wuxing, Zhejiang), where he settled down and was serving as Xiao Dezao in Huzhou.
In the winter of that year, Jiang Kui went to Suzhou to meet Fan Chengda, who had been a suffragan (deputy prime minister), and lived for a while in his Shihu Villa. The two men answered each other in poetry and wine, Jiang Fu stepped on the snow to admire the plum, and at the request of Fan Chengdazhi, composed the song "Dark Fragrance" and "Shadow" two times. Fan Chengda loved his words, and immediately handed them over to the prostitutes to learn to sing, the syllables were harmonious, the love rhyme was wonderful, and under the joy, he gave Xiaohong to Jiang Kui.
Chinese New Year's Eve night, it was snowing heavily, and Jiang Fu returned to Amaranth Creek from Shihu Lake by boat. Xu is snow, Xu is Xiaohong, which makes his poetry flourish, and when he crossed the Weeping Rainbow Bridge in Wujiang, Suzhou, he wrote this poem "Over the Weeping Rainbow": "Self-made new words rhyme the most delicate, Xiaohong sings my flute low." At the end of the song, we will cross Songling Road and look back at the Fourteenth Bridge of Yanbo. "The new words are those two plum blossom words, Xiaohong sings my whistle, the snowy night flat boat crosses the bridge, what a fairy wind!"
Jiang Fu also composed ten poems on the way, singing the elegant scenery along the way. The one selected above is the first one, and we have a glimpse of it.
"The fine grass through the sand and snow are half gone", about this time the snow has stopped, and the fine grass can be seen at night, which should be reflected by the snow light. Fine grass grows on the sand, and the snow on the grass is half gone, which shows that spring has come.
"Wu Gong smoke and cold water", this is the mood of Jiang Fu after leaving, and ShiHu gradually drifted away, looking back at the mood of hope. Shihu was once the royal forest garden of the State of Wu during the Spring and Autumn Period, and the land of the nobles of the State of Wu to hunt and pray, so it was called "Wu Palace". Not to say shihu but to say Wu Palace, the text is more revealing, time and space thus extended to ancient and modern, and the artistic conception also has more historical rise and fall.
How many things have happened in ancient and modern times, all in vain. The real thing is the plum blossom in the bamboo, and the aroma of the plum blossom, "the plum blossom bamboo is not seen", although no one sees, the plum blossom is still blooming, still in the wilderness of Xiaosuo. "Blowing incense across the stone bridge in one night", plum blossoms are given with incense, and white stones are rewarded with poetry, and the coldness of the words and the strangeness of the floral fragrance rhyme with each other.
Chen Hongshou 'Confession of the Qing Dynasty》
Sing new words to send the year
"Si Jia Ke · Decameron Removal Night"
(Southern Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying
Sing new words to send the year. Sideburns add to the old career.
Ten years of old dreams are nowhere to be found, and several new springs are not at home.
Lazy clothes change, wine is difficult to credit. Pity the plum blossoms this night.
The next night the green lights were there, and the infinite makeup building was drunk.
The Southern Song Dynasty poet Wu Wenying, the dream window, whose fate is similar to that of Jiang Kui. In his lifetime, he also entered and exited the Houmen in his cloth, made friends with powerful people, lived in Wu Yue, also knew the rhythm of music, and could compose his own music. The dream window words are beautiful and deep, the law is strict, but the lost carving is obscure, and the word context is also narrower. "Wu Meng's words are like the Qibao terrace, dazzling people's eyes, tearing them down, not into fragments." Zhang Yan commented on this in "Etymology". This poem except for the night word, self-confession of its feelings, pure white painting, straight lyricism of the chest, in the dream window words are rare, so I feel different from the clear.
"Sing new words to send the old hua", the first sentence, I feel gloomy. Chinese New Year's Eve night was when the family sat around to guard the year, but the dream window was alone, singing the new words composed by himself, talking about the old, and there was no new to welcome. A person's holiday, too much, is desolate.
Years have passed, and the career has been added, only the sideburns are white hair. "Sideburns add to the old career", he felt the helplessness of aging, and sighed at himself, half a life was sloppy and achieved nothing. Previously, he was a staff member in Suzhou, and for ten years, he only accompanied the dignitaries on a sightseeing tour, drank and feasted, sang poems, and spent time in a vain voice. At this time, thinking back, "ten years of old dreams are nowhere to be found, several new springs are not at home", and nothing is left, except his absence at home.
In ancient times, Chinese New Year's Eve, adults and children had to change into new clothes, worship their ancestors, and eat a reunion dinner. Dream window alone, lonely and bored, clothes are too lazy to change, want to borrow wine to pour sorrow, how to be poor and difficult on credit. "Poor look at the plum blossoms on this night", the appearance of plum blossoms, makes this word beautiful at once. Plum Blossom seemed to be his only confidant, the word "pitiful", not self-pity, but self-pity. Isn't Meihua's arrogance and loftiness exactly the spiritual portrayal of his disdain for Ganlu?
"The next year last night the green lights are there, and the infinite makeup building is drunk", the morning of the first day, and last night is already the next year. The green light is still there, still alone, and the new year has added new loneliness. Every household, unlimited makeup building, no less lights and candles, laughter and noise. The hilarity was theirs, and I had nothing. Such a lonely situation is the same mood as "lying down to listen to the laughter of the neighbor baby" in Jiang Kui's New Year's Eve words of a certain year.
Bada Shanren "Zhilan Qing Courtesy"
For the flowers Mo put the new spring hate
"Butterfly Love Flower, Peng Shen Yuan Hitachi Spring Feast"
(Southern Song Dynasty) Xin abandoned the disease
Whoever wins against the pepper pan, the whole Shaohua, competes for the spring breeze sideburns.
In the past, I was overwhelmed by the memory of the province, and hated the new spring for the flower chief.
Spring in the future first borrowed questions, late hate open late, early and drifted closer.
This year's flowering date is fixed, only worried about the wind and rain.
This word was written on the first day, which coincided with the spring. In the old custom, on the first day of the first lunar month, the younger generations wished the elders with peppercorns on the plate, and took the peppers to drink in the wine. In the Song Dynasty, there were more than the days of spring, and the ribbon cutting was a victory, which was the genus of swallow butterflies, or the head of the embellished, or hung on the flower branch, not only for women, but also on the heads of men.
It is not only composed of a feast, but also on the occasion of the First Day Hitachi Spring Festival, and the joyful atmosphere naturally overflows. Pepper plate, Cai sheng, Shaohua, spring breeze sideburns, young people really don't know what is called sorrow. "Whole" is a personal name, a handmaiden who is favored by Xin Abandoning Disease and is good at playing the flute.
He recalled his youth, the distant past, "overwhelmed to remember the province", why not? Because the world has changed, the scenery is not different, and there are differences in mountains and rivers, and he is not only old, but also suspicious and fearful in his heart, and he no longer has the grandeur of the past.
Some commentators believe that what Xin lamented next was not the flowering period, but the political current events of the Southern Song Dynasty's resistance to the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Expedition. Such an obscure solution is no different from Mao Chuanzheng's annotation of the Book of Poetry, which is not reading poetry. We read poetry and don't play history puzzles.
"Hate the new spring for the flowers", the flowers have not yet bloomed, and they have seen the flowers fall, so they hate the new spring. The next film spreads this mood even more: "Borrow questions first in the future of spring, hate late and late, and drift away early and close." "Hate flowers bloom late, bloom early and are afraid of falling soon, this mentality is not good."
In the article "Growing Up", Bian Zhilin reflects on her early understanding of the world, that is, this sunset and autumn wind-like decadent feelings, such as: "The chrysanthemum planter cultivates autumn for me in the spring", "You go to the station to pick up your relatives, and you think in advance of the desolation of sending a funeral after a month or two". In the first beautiful time, the immediate thought of the end of the song is an experience of nothingness, which is itself an enlightenment, which can point to living in the present moment or to pessimism and despair. For the latter, Bian Zhilin argued: "Why should everything be in the first place, then the world is over." ”
The last two sentences, "The news of the flowering period in this year is fixed, only the wind and rain are not accurate", it is even more difficult to suffer from gains and losses, the flowering period news is established, and the worries and rains are not accurate. Why do you have to be accurate? Honor and disgrace are uncertain, the world is uncertain, and life is like this.
Author | Three books
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