Pick a stalk of white hair from Chinese poetry
Li Li
Every time I read Liu Xiyi's "Generation of Sorrows and White Heads" in the Tang Dynasty, I have a feeling of lamentation:
Luoyang City East Peach Plum Flower, flying around and landing whose house?
Luoyang's daughter cherished the color and sat down to see the falling flowers sigh long.
This year's flowers fall color change, next year's flowers bloom again who is in?
I have seen the pine and cypress destroyed for pay, and I have heard that the mulberry fields have turned into the sea.
The ancients did not return to the east of Luocheng, and today's people still have a wind of falling flowers.
The flowers are similar from year to year, but different from year to year.
Sending a message to the full red face, should pity the half-dead whitehead.
This man's white head is really pitiful, and Ishi's red face is beautiful teenager.
Under the tree of Prince Sun Fang, before the Flowers Fall in a song and dance.
Guanglu Pond Terrace opened a splendid embroidery, and the General Pavilion painted immortals.
Once sick and without acquaintance, who is the side of the three spring walking pleasures.
When the moth's eyebrows can be turned, the whiskered crane hair is as messy as silk.
But looking at the ancient song and dance land, only the birds and birds at dusk are sad.
The young daughter of Luoyang has infinite emotions in the face of the falling peanuts flying in the sky, and is associated with the shortness of beauty and the finiteness of human life by the changes in nature. The wind and the months, like a turn of eyebrows, but how long can the youthful and delicate face remain? Between the whiskers, there was already a crane's hair was disheveled, and the snow was as white as silk. You see those white-haired dying old people, who were also beautiful red-faced teenagers who were also mercurial, singing and dancing under the fragrant trees and before the flowers fell. The most ruthless thing between heaven and earth is nothing more than time, "the flowers are similar from year to year, and the people are different from year to year", everything is like a cloud of smoke, which will quickly disappear. In the past, the bustling and lively "song and dance land" finally only the birds and finches at dusk cried in the air. The last word "sad" in the last sentence is the tone of the poem. The weight of the whole poem is infinitely emotional, and it all falls on the last word of "sorrow".
Speaking of which, Chinese culture is really full of time urgency and anxiety. In the Analects, Zi Zai Kawakami says, "The deceased is like a sifu!" Zhang Jiuling's "Looking in the Mirror to See White Hair": "Qing Yunzhi in the past, the year of white hair." Who knows in the mirror, the shadows pity each other." Wang Wei's "Sighing White Hair": "Su Xi Zhu Yan became a twilight tooth, and his white hair became droopy." A few sad things in a lifetime, do not sell to the empty door." Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong": "Thirty meritorious dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." Don't wait for the idle white head of the teenager, empty and sad! Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride": "Qiangguan is full of frost, people do not sleep, and the general's white hair is tearful." Xin Abandoned Disease "Broken Line": "But the king of the world, won the name of the front and back, poor white happened!" ”...... So many white-haired hates, white-haired sighs, ambitions are difficult to reward, grand plans are not developed, and sorrow and loss. How many uncompetited things are still galloping in the heart, but unfortunately, when I wake up in a dream, I am already a white-haired person! Regarding white hair, among the ancient poems I have read, the most tiger and tiger are not decadent, and the only one who should be li bai. Li Bai's "Near Wine": "Jun is not seen, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and it is like green silk twilight into snow." ...... Five flowers and horses, a thousand gold qiu, Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine, and Er will sell all the ancient sorrows. There is also "Akiura Song": "White hair is three thousand, and the fate is like a long one." I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror? "The emotions expressed in the poem are certainly sad, but they are not decadent. If you think that "three thousand white hairs" and "the same sale of ancient sorrows" are only due to the number of sorrows and the length of sorrows, they still stay on the literal surface, and a deeper understanding is the fullness and fullness of this poetic image, which is the true achievement of the Sheng Tang Meteorology. The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is full and vigorous, and can be exaggerated to the point of not being exaggerated when "three thousand feet of white hair" is not exaggerated, and it is not exaggerated when "a piece of ice heart is in a jade pot". So melancholy, but still cheerful and bright, surging with a wild sense of power, quite a bit of "let the storm come more fiercely" meaning. This is Li Bai, Li Bai is extraordinary, in the end it is because of pride and dreams in the support, his romanticism comes from his heroism, his heroism comes from his idealism. He had more hope than mortals, he had more fantasies than mortals. The new bush of white hair between his sideburns, the uneven lines of the corners of his eyes, the ups and downs of the world, and the decadence of exile could not destroy his "youthful ambitions can be overshadowed". Even if Li Bai has white hair, he is still an eternal young man in his bones.
In reality, most of us, when we find a new stem of white hair in the sideburns, we are secretly alarmed, a little pressure will have early hair, as for the high tension state, it may be a night of whiteheads. Before he survived to the point of white hair, he had long been beaten by life, like a depressed cow. I remember the poet Du Mu has a verse cloud: "Only white hair is white in the fair world, and there is no forgiveness on the head of the nobles." "It seems funny, but it's serious. White hair is born of heaven and is a gift of time, and white hair is treated equally and will never spare anyone. We begin with the growth of children, go through all the stages of life, until we become white-haired old people, until we die, and in the passage of time, we also experience all the sufferings of this world. White hair is a testimony to our struggle with the world and our struggle with time. From the beginning of white hair to the gray hair, no matter how different their life courses are, we will eventually reach the same end point, as written in the poem in the afterglow: "When you turn around, the wind blows black hair, and when you look back, it is full of white hair."
It was found that in China, everything is based on results and does not pay much attention to the quality of the process. As long as anything can survive until the white head is successful, you and I are no different, which is called "the vast land is really clean." Many Chinese-style marriages are bumps and bumps, one endure and endure, one hundred patience into steel, and endure a "white head and old age". Even couples who are beaten into a bloody scoop also have to hold hands with a piece of long white hair, because in the eyes of Chinese, even a tragic marriage is better than divorce, which is better to die than to live. As for the rise and fall of history, success or failure, in the judgment of our culture, it is often like the tone of the opening poem of the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms": "The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are exhausting the heroes." Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees. White-haired fisherman on the river, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is a happy encounter. How many things in ancient and modern times are in the process of laughter and discussion." What is expressed in the words is a feeling of rise and fall of honor and disgrace, Wang Tu hegemony, and hero Haojie finally returning to emptiness. What is "white-haired fishing on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze"? I think that people have spent a life of ups and downs, and found that what they see in their lives is illusory. A "habitual" word makes people feel some inexplicable loneliness and desolation. White-haired fishing tree, sitting on the beach by the long river of history, watching the long river of history rolling in the east, at this moment time is frozen, he looks at the change of seasons with the mood of a bystander, sees the change of the times, although the rise and fall of the generations, the cycle is repeated, but the green mountains and sunsets will not change with it. "The green mountains are still there, a few degrees of sunset red", the eternity reflects the shortness, the stability ironies the fragility, the vast laughs at the small, so that "the dragon fights the tiger and fights for a long time, and ends up laughing." China's thousands of years of history of dynastic changes, one after another continuous and cyclical catastrophes, cannot but cast a heavy shadow on people's hearts. Sighing about the rise and fall of history and the impermanence of the world is the most peculiar point of Chinese national culture, a channel of gushing feelings formed by the accumulation of culture. However, my question is: white-haired fishing trees, can the leftovers be king? Are the mortal old men who have lived through the catastrophe qualified to judge all this?
I so want to break away from this old twilight in Chinese national culture, this sense of vicissitudes and powerlessness like a "white-headed man". In the Chinese white-haired literature and white-haired perspective of "Boundless Falling Wood Xiaoxiao", I still yearn for the power and life of water, they rush to the sea, the mud and sand are underneath, after the vicissitudes, they are still round and jade, there is no trace of fatigue and exhaustion, there is no trace of scars, there are no wrinkles and white hair, and they are always young and noisy, like the moment of new life. Which one of the people in the world is not constantly fighting with the poisonous hand of time, some have fallen under the clutches of time, and some are still constantly fighting with it. Let the wind-like teenagers caress our bodies and souls! Even if time is dying.