Six ancient poems of the New Year's Sentiments: The New Year becomes the deceased, and the year, month, month, but like spring
It's the Lunar New Year again. Since the Han Dynasty to the first day of January as the New Year, the lunar calendar year has lasted for more than 2,000 years, once Chinese important way of dating, at that time, there is no common Gregorian calendar comparison, the lunar year, recording more than 2,000 years of thick historical process, people's life and old age, illness and death, sad and happy clutch. People's perception of the year permeates all aspects of life, and their feelings for the new year are also particularly deep and heavy.
"The flowers of the old year are renewed, and the new year becomes the deceased."
The long rope tied to the day, the year, the month but like spring. Chen Chao · Shen Jiong's "Long Ballad of the Court"
The Southern and Northern Dynasties were a divided and turbulent era, Shen Jiong went through two dynasties and three regimes, and was the Liang State Shangshu Zuo Cheng, who was captured by the Western Wei Dynasty and was awarded the same three divisions. During the era of Emperor Wen of Chen, he was appointed as the general of Mingwei. In those years of sword and light sword shadow, every step was stepped on the blade of fate, occasionally able to rest in the quiet garden, facing the still lush new spring flowers and grass, it was inevitable that there would be the wounds of the short years of life.
He was in the quiet courtyard, and suddenly he sang this impromptu long song.
Last year's flowers fell, and this year new flowers and leaves have grown.
But the New Year is coming, last year has passed, and the New Year is the old man.
There is a long rope that ties the sun in the sky, so that every year, month and month are like the beautiful spring in front of you.
The source of the long rope tie day is the ancient legend that the father chased the sun, he ran with the sun every day, thirsty and drank the water of the Dry Wei River, but still did not catch up with the sun, because the thirst eventually died on the road. Of course, this myth can be interpreted in many ways.
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It is to say that he, like father Quao, is helpless against the distant sun, how can he have a rope to tie it, so that it can stay forever, time will always stay, and heaven and earth will be eternal.
Shen Jiong naturally has a deep sense of empathy, spring and life are so short, it is the rare quiet beauty in the turmoil, who does not want to keep the eternal spring and time? In the context of the chaotic world, this desire is even deeper and deeper.
What will he face tomorrow? In addition to the natural old age of life, or there are too many unknown life and death waiting for him.
Shen Jiong was a rare fortune in the chaotic era, witnessing the turmoil of the regime and returning to his hometown safely when he was old.
This poem was read in the Taiping Era, and also has a warm and long-lasting charm, wishing for the deceased and spring, and the elderly in it.
"It is not a local custom, and the New Year is changed to the old year."
The thistle gate looked at the fire tree, suspected to be a candle dragon. "Sheng Tang · Meng Haoran", "Tong Zhang will jimen to watch the lights"
How prosperous is Sheng Tang? It can be seen from this poem that usually the fifteenth day of the first month is the Festival of Lights, one is due to folklore, and the other is that ordinary people do not have so much money to buy lanterns.
But when Meng Haoran went to Jimen, he saw a different kind of prosperity and bustle here.
In the eighteenth year of the tang dynasty, Tang Xuanzong set up Jizhou, taking the ancient Jimen Pass in the territory as the name of the state, which was an important channel for trade exchanges in the north, commerce prospered, and caravans of different nationalities and countries settled here and distributed, and Tang Xuanzong's attention undoubtedly gave this place a strong boost.
Meng Haoran said that the strange New Year lights here are not local folklore, what is it? Quite simply, one is that the official values this important commercial and military town, making it a window, and the other is the fiery commercial atmosphere, and the New Year festival is still bustling and bustling.
Therefore, Meng Haoran, who traveled everywhere, saw the fire tree and silver flowers of a city that had been lit since the New Year, which was deeply shocked and strange.
At night, the lights of the city are lit up and hovers in the streets like a fire dragon.
Contemporary people are already familiar with the fiery new year and atmosphere brought about by the commercial atmosphere, but this poem is written more than a thousand years ago in the Tang Dynasty's Jimen Pass. The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is a real existence.
"The warbler enters the New Year's language, and the flowers bloom all over the branches.
The sky blue wind rolls the curtain, and the grass and clear water pass through the pool.
The officers and soldiers are far away, and the depression is dangerous.
The sideburns confessed, and the tears always hung.
It is not without brothers, if there is a separation.
Bashan spring is quiet, and the north looks around. Don · Du Fu's "Five Songs of Wounded Spring Part II"
Original note: Ba Lang is far away, hurting the spring, and I know that the spring has ended before the end.
The first verse touched me, what a soft and feminine mood.
It's new year, the yellow oriole on the tree is calling, and the plum blossoms are full of last year's branches. The New Year is very interesting, overnight, all the past becomes the past, only plum blossoms, the trees of the past, the flowers of the past become spring flowers, beautiful and lush and soothing.
It's just that Du Fu's plum blossoms are extraordinarily brilliant and full and moving, one full, full of flowers and branches, and even more full of mood.
Because of his status as a staff member in Sichuan, he had learned that the officers and troops had retaken Chang'an after the Anshi Rebellion, and the war would be peaceful and wasted.
The New Year of the years is back, and the spring of the country is back.
You see, in this early spring sky, there is a habit of the east wind in the clear sky, and the spring grass in the pond sprouts.
Just after worrying about the major affairs of the country, Du Fu began to look back at himself. Trapped in Sichuan for many years, uprooted from home, brothers scattered, really war and hardship, now you can cry a good, after catharsis, it is the spring mountains here quiet, still birds and flowers.
Du Fu stood on a high platform, looking out at the capital and hometown in the north.
The war was finally over, the mood was settled, and the suppressed nostalgia was aroused among the flowers of the warblers. I want to go back to my hometown.
"Eternal as yesterday, one year plus one morning."
Secretly born infinite things, lurking older than a few people.
The old couple is exhausted, and the hometown is back to the new.
It was somber, like a white garment. "Don · Gu Feixiong "New Year in the Meeting"
I like the tang poetry because of the great opening and great atmosphere.
The New Year has arrived. Standing on the high shore of time, looking at time, although the New Year is renewed, the sense of time is so clear.
Yesterday was still the old year, and the old year has been involved in the past of history and into the ages. And eternity is also the composition of countless yesterdays, like the old, but if you think about it, people with memories, how distinct yesterday is, people with a sense of history, thousands of years are like yesterday.
And I stood on the first morning of the new year, looking back at the past.
How many ups and downs have been born by the years, and how many people have been aged by the years.
On the road of life, the former partners are scattered and withered one by one, and only the geese in the sky return to their hometown with a new attitude every year.
And I still have to fight for fame, and I can't go back to my hometown because I have achieved nothing and I am ashamed of the township.
This kind of pressure is shared by all wanderers who are struggling outside, not only in the Tang Dynasty, Gu Feixiong.
The passage of time, the bad fate, the gap between expectations and reality form a unique sense of sadness in the years.
It is pressure and the driving force of life, face everything well, even if the white clothes are as old, the years will crown your experience and maturity.
Facing the New Year!
"January is similar, but different from year to year.
Early in the morning peeping in the ancient mirror, the travel is nearly decaying.
It is rare to be idle in the world, and it is close to the matter in mid-air.
Floating life can be a little, do not regret the drunken spring wind. "Zhongtang · Xu Tang "New Year's Greetings"
Friends, friends, the most important thing in the New Year is to greet and party with friends and maintain precious friendships.
Friends along the way, it is inevitable to worry about the years, but the new year gives each other the opportunity to comfort each other. Everyone is getting old.
Every month seems to be similar, it passes really fast, and then looking back, every year I will experience different things, and the years will make people old.
You say you're old, I freshen up in the morning, look in the mirror, this turbulent life, but also make yourself look like a former youth?
Living in the world, the more you live, the more you feel that it is rare to have your own leisure time, but everything about your wishes, think about it, most of them are in vain.
In fact, this poem is a new year to comfort a friend. Friends must have also encountered obstacles, expressing the sadness of the years and the hardships of life. Empty comfort is useless, it is better to show up, you say you are miserable, but I, the New Year in the field, still busy beard pulling, if I am smooth how to be so, but everything I want to expect, most of them are not as good as I want and fail.
Forget it, everyone is with each other, life is not long, we still cherish the present, face the future, come, see the good times, drink wine, drunk in the spring breeze.
Life is short and difficult, and good friendship is the softest comfort, buffering the anger and grief brought by pressure.
Meet in the New Year, freshen up each other's moods, and start a new journey with a soothing and bright state, although old and comforting.
"One night of rain in jiangshan, flowers and willows in the spring of Kyushu."
Happy holidays are uneventful, and it is time to celebrate.
Every year is still old, so the old is new.
There is more hatred for wine, and there is no way to see the ancients. Southern Song Dynasty · Wear retro "New Year's rainy day is sunny and gratifying"
The rain of the New Year can be called spring rain, even if last night was still a winter rain, it was a cold rain.
Entering the New Year, the rain and sunshine are beautiful, because it is towards spring and warmth.
One night of rain is one night of rain.
A little spring, but it is spring is coming, this little bit of spring color, all over Kyushu, although shallow and wide, about to take root, it is a vast and fresh flower willow Kyushu spring.
The New Year is the rain and the sun, it is extraordinarily leisurely, with its own lonely joy, with personal space feelings, this joy is liberated from the Affairs of the New Year, in the loneliness and tranquility, the initiative is born, such a beautiful New Year, how not to make people happy and joyful.
Year after year, year after year, year after year, again today.
Look at all the new births instead of the past, and the new things sprout from the old past and places, and live endlessly.
It is the year of the year, but also the New Year in the year, and the year is sent to the year.
It is the old and the new, but also warm in the past, and fresh with new ideas.
I am just this kind of beauty of the alternating time between the old and the new, and I can't tell people, those wise people in history, where are you now?
I would love to drink with you and talk about the mysteries of this spring and time.
Read this poem slowly, slowly understand, you will read the philosophy, deep, read bright and upward.
This is a philosophical poem of the New Year.
Let us bathe in the spring wind and rain dew of the new year, feel the breath of the first spring, and start the spring wind journey of the new year.
Hatsuyoshi Katsuyuki interprets the love and beauty in the poems for you. Image from the web.