Six ancient poems containing "lover": fiber folding willow, holding this to send lovers
Many people think that "lover" is a modern or modern word, but it has existed in ancient China.
Valentine's Day is an imported product, in the 1930s of the Republic of China, the Shanghai film newspaper had "Don't Forget February 14 Valentine's Day Valentine DAY". In that era of strong invasion of Western culture, Valentine's Day was introduced to China through movies, roses, love, Shakespearean warm expressions, captured the hearts of many urban men and women, the pursuit of their own love, but also often after Nala left, the reality of a chicken feather.
Valentine's Day became a commercial festival combined with consumption in China at the end of the last century, and people gradually adapted to and accepted this commercial expression, sending small gifts and blessings to the family and friends of intimate lovers, of course, many people confessed on this day and got married. Returning to the traditional blessing of lovers, "May lovers eventually become dependents".
In 270 A.D., the Roman saint Valentine was executed, and this day was designated as "Valentine's Day" by posterity. There are many versions of why he was executed, some saying that he, as a Christian, held a wedding for soldiers who were not allowed to marry, and some said that the warden's daughter fell in love with him, and later he still died, and then there was Valentine's Day, which is about love, a festival of loyalty, and of course, the commemoration of the world has been romantically passed down from generation to generation.
Valentine's Day circulates in China, not because of how touching the source and story of Valentine's Day are, there are many love stories in China, but one more festival carries feelings that can be expressed.
With the revival of traditional culture, we will find that in fact, there are many festivals about love and love expression in China, not only that, the word "lover" has long appeared in Chinese literature.
Then about the Chinese love festival, the traditional Lichun, the fifteenth day of the first month, the flower dynasty, the third of March, the Tanabata, are all festivals that express love and feelings, every full moon, every kind of blossom, contains the waiting and thinking of love, including lovesickness and watch. If Western love focuses on expression, Chinese love is more long and deep.
Let's take a look at ancient Chinese poetry about "lovers".
"At the beginning of the month of the light wind, the new forest is beautiful.
Lovers play spring moon, and the flowers are trolled. Wei Jin · Anonymous "Midnight Four O'Clock Song, Three Spring Songs Twenty Songs"
It was the moonlight of early spring, the moonlight of that early spring, the branches of the woods, the splendid blossoms, bathed in the moonlight.
There are lovers walking together under such a forest moon, beautiful girls turn around in the forest, and the posture of the fairy drives the beautiful clothes, like a fairy.
Isn't this the most romantic scene? In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there were various ceremonies to welcome the spring in the early spring, such as lichun and the fifteenth day of the first month, which would keep vigil all night and travel in a mixed way, which was a national activity, regardless of men and women, and also gave young men and women more opportunities to meet and stay together.
Don't think that they are meeting behind people's backs, but unlike others, they have previous feelings of affection and have time to get along with.
When the early spring moon shines on the forest, the plum blossoms bloom in the moonlight, wearing the most beautiful skirt, and it just so happens that the other party is so handsome tonight, the light dance steps, you say it is for spring, and right, you say it is also right for you, because this is originally a romantic festival for the whole people. Lovers here, must be sentient lovers and sweethearts.
It is precisely because of the special love that I remember the flowers under the moon and the moonlight skirt. Others have, but you, differently.
"The grass and trees are not fragrant, and the flowers and leaves are of various colors.
Send a message to my old lover, know that I remember each other. "Nanliang · Xiao Yan's "Three Songs of Xiangyang Copper Hooves" The second
This is a poem by Xiao Yan, the emperor of the Liang Dynasty. It is usually thought that the emperor is not affectionate, but Xiao Yan seems to be a different kind.
The 34-year-old Xiao Yan was still a prince at this time, and was ordered to rush to Xiangyang to fight against the invading Northern Wei army, which at this time had tens of thousands of troops, and the grain and grass ordnance in Xiangyang City were insufficient.
It was the third month of the lunar calendar, the late spring outside Xiangyang City, the mountains were covered with greenery, hundreds of grasses and flowers, and his horse's hooves stopped at the highest place.
This battle may not survive. In the silence of this uncertain battle of life and death, he looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him, what was he thinking?
The grass and trees of this world are not only one kind of incense, the flowers and plants of this world are full of beauty.
But in the silence before my birth and death, I knew that I only loved you.
I write these few words to let you know that I am thinking of you from the bottom of my heart at this moment.
I believe that in his royal palace there must be a man waiting for his letters, and that is his wife. Although there is no shortage of flowers and plants in the riches of his life, it must be his wife who receives this letter. After many years of marriage, it is not necessary to show affection, but he still wrote the old lover, the double writing of the deceased and the lover, a kind of guilt and nostalgia.
Fortunately, in this Xiangyang War, Xiao Yan escaped from death and was stationed in Xiangyang.
However, at this time, unfortunate news also came, his wife Xi Shi died of illness during his garrison in Xiangyang, was he too worried about the troubles, or did he not have time to receive this poetry letter?
The poem also became a kind of sacrifice. O wife who is no longer there, you should know that I miss you.
After the age of 40, Xiao Yan was a firm believer in Buddhism, half monastic and half king.
"The sea is born of the bright moon, and the end of the world is at this time."
The lover complained about the night, and even thought of each other at night.
Extinguish the candle and fill the light, and the cloak feel dewy.
Can't afford to give away, but also sleep in the dream of a good period. "Don · Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
Zhang Jiuling was a native of Shaoguan, Guangdong during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and was a famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. He has a deep attachment to his hometown and family. If it weren't for being too talented and being favored by Tang Xuanzong, or his most desired life would be to accompany his hometown old wife and watch the bright moon on the sea. The first time he dismissed his official, he returned to Guangdong and did a very great thing, that is, to open up the Yuling Meiguan Ancient Road, with this road, Guangdong's foreign exchanges had a transportation guarantee, which was called the ancient Beijing-Guangzhou Line by later generations.
In his later years, he was demoted to Jingzhou, and later he was named the founding uncle of Sixing, and there were five hundred households in Yiyi, but Zhang Jiuling missed his hometown in Guangdong and definitely returned to his hometown to settle and visit the tomb, but when the imperial court allowed it, he had already died of illness in Jingzhou.
During this period, in the landscape of Jingzhou, at the age of nearly 70, he wrote the famous "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
The sea of the southern kingdom must have risen the bright moon, and I am at the end of the world, and I can meet and see, although this moon rises in my place like the sea and the blue sky.
Sentient people, complaining about the long nights, insomnia all night.
I blew out the candles, saw the moonlight was full of moonlight, and I went to the courtyard, and my clothes felt wet with dew.
The moonlight flowed in the palm of my hand, but I could not give it to you, so I had to go back to bed and bring the moonlight to my dream to meet you.
This poem later became a model for mid-autumn full moon poetry, as well as a model for love poetry.
But perhaps the full moon here may also be the spring moon, because in Zhang Jiuling's old age, the illness is heavy, and the heart is like an arrow, and each full moon makes him miss his relatives even more.
The lover here is his old wife in his hometown. Zhang Jiuling, who felt that time was short, faced with a full moon, was still waiting for the court's permission to embark on the road back to his hometown. Inner anxiety and longing have reached their limits.
Then Zhang Jiuling was clearly a feudal uncle and had military power, so why was his person so unfree? This cannot but be said of Tang Xuanzong's ability to control politics. The so-called fengbo, including senior officials in various localities, actually had nothing to do but leave the station. To do otherwise is to rebel.
"The fiber folds the willow and holds this to send a lover."
A branch is full of precious, and pity is the spring of the old garden.
Chi Jing can be long, Fang Fei is not as new.
More worried about the conscription of guests, allowing sideburns to be old and dusty. Don · Zhang Jiuling,"Folding Willow"
People only see Zhang Jiuling's talent and honor as a high-ranking official and minister, but these poems reflect his true emotions. He accompanied Tianzi in Chang'an, and his family stuck to the countryside in Guangdong. The eunuch sea floats and sinks, stretching out the political embrace, which is the ardent hope of youth, and in fact Zhang Jiuling is very nostalgic. If it weren't for Tang Xuanzong's kindness to him, he would try his best to reciprocate, and he would probably be most willing to stay in his hometown and live a life of idyllic with his wife.
Zhang Jiuling has been a Guangdong wang family for generations, and he really does not worry about the money of life.
However, after decades of career, especially after getting old, he accompanied Jun Ruhu, and this time he was demoted to Jingzhou, and his desire to return was getting stronger and stronger.
This is the willow branch brought by the old wife from Guangdong, or it is just a kind of homely and casual action, such as the early spring car horse, inserted with willows, meaning the new year and new blessings, all the way to safety, born to the sun, and take root.
But Zhang Jiuling saw the carriages and horses and gifts in his hometown and felt nostalgic in his heart.
This willow is missed. A willow is not precious, but this is from my hometown, this is my wife's own hand inserted in the car, he made me miss my hometown, longing for the warmth of a long time.
It's just that the willows that have traveled a long way can be planted into a living, and how can they fight through the spring of a hundred flowers.
And I am old, but I am in this Jingzhou City, and I cannot be reunited with you.
Zhang Jiuling's later years are really a tragedy, the retirement system of the Tang Dynasty was proposed by Bai Juyi in the Middle Tang Dynasty, and before that, the idea of demobilization and returning to the field only existed in the voluntary resignation of middle- and lower-level bureaucrats. For a high-ranking official like Zhang Jiuling, he does not have the right to choose to return to his hometown for the elderly. Of course, He Zhizhang was an exception, but He Zhizhang was also 84 years old, and he was sent back to Jianhu by Tang Xuanzong in the name of practicing in his hometown. Zhang Jiuling died in Jingzhou at the age of 68.
The lover in Zhang Jiuling's two poems is deep and pathetic, which is the deep feeling between the old husband and wife.
"Fishing in Green Bay spring, deep spring apricot blossom chaos.
The pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus is moving and the fish are scattered.
Sunset waiting for lovers, WeiZhou green poplar shore. "Sheng Tang · Chu Guangxi's "Five Songs of Miscellaneous Songs"
The lover in this poem is the lover.
In the spring of March, go fishing by the green water pond, when the apricot blossoms are full of mountains, opening and falling.
The clear pool of water, as if it is very shallow, is actually just an illusion of clear illumination, because the fishing rod is fishing, and the depth is known by trying,
The small lotus leaves have just sprouted or are under the water, and occasionally the small lotus leaves are on the surface of the water, and when you see the lotus leaves moving slightly, you know that a fish is hooked.
It was already dusk, but I had no intention of going home, and tied the boat under the green poplars, and I waited for my beloved girl.
Then this poem is written on the third day of March or the cold food of Qingming. There are only such days, girls travel for a legitimate reason, or go green or wild sacrifice, even if it is a little later home, it will not cause too much surprise, because the custom is like this.
Not allowing women to go out was popular among high-ranking officials of the Song Dynasty, believing that it followed the way of Confucius and Mencius, had good upbringing, and prevailed in the Ming and Qing dynasties.
Women in the Tang Dynasty and before the Tang Dynasty did not have to wrap their feet, and second, they did not have to be overly constrained by the ethics of the gangchang, and they should step on the festival and date and date. Especially in small towns that are not important cities, curfews are not as strict as in Chang'an Luoyang.
So after dusk, it is a very normal scene.
If it is a love between neighboring villages, it is actually too normal, but the boys stay under the willow trees by the lake, fish in the afternoon, and after dusk, they wait for the girl like an apricot blossom to come and talk.
If it is a girl in the city, it can only be said that they have already made an appointment, will travel here, accompanied by different people on different roads, take a moment, and will also meet on the edge of this waterhole, under the willow tree.
"The teenager first brought the seal, and then passed by on the fen.
Herbs return all over the place, and there are many lovers in the old county.
Forbidden bell spring rain fine, palace tree wild smoke and.
Looking at the East Bridge, the breeze rises and waves. "Zhongtang · Wei Yingwu", "Sending the Master Book of the King of Fencheng"
The lover here is a broader concept, a friend and confidant with friendship.
This is Wei Yingwu sending a friend away from his hometown to take up his post, saying that it is gratifying that you left here as an official at such a young age.
But don't forget your old friends and hometown, the herbs here are your most beautiful home, and your confidants and friends are here waiting for you to come back. I sent you in the spring rain, and the place you went to was Chang'an.
And this parting is more joyful and more sad, and my thoughts about you, like the flowing water under this bridge, send you away.
And parting is like a breeze, which adds to the sorrow and ripples in the heart.
Indeed, when I was young, my feelings were mostly concentrated in my classmates, my teenage friends, and my hometown classmates. No matter where you go in life, you will eventually find that the feelings of your hometown and youth are the most precious and mellow.
Although Chinese will not call each other lovers bluntly, in fact, every good day, for lovers, is pinned on emotions, or admiration, or love, or love, or concern, or memory.
Maybe only Chinese understand the romance that falls on the years, the vigil of Li Chun, the fifteenth day of the first month to see the moon together, the march of the third of March, the moon saying, it is round, it is implied that your butterflies are double. It is the spring grass that represents acacia, the willow that represents the feelings, the plum blossom that blooms to the cold winter, still standing and waiting, it is me waiting for you somewhere, it is I who want to return, it is not much to say love, but to say "the old man is forgetful, but he does not forget the love".
Hatsuyoshi Katsuyuki interprets the love and beauty in the poems for you. Image from the web.