Text 丨Yu Autumn Rain
Anchor 丨 Shen Wen
Born as a Chinese, you have to endure countless troubles, anger and boredom in your life. However, there are several factors that make me unbearable to leave, and even willing to reincarnate in China in the next life.
One of them is Tang poetry.
This statement may not be much agreed upon. Many friends will say: "You can still read Tang poems when you go abroad, and there are many good poems in other countries!" ”
Therefore, I must say a few more words about this matter.
The Tang poems in my heart are a kind of overall existence. It exists in the lonely city of Qiangdi, in the white clouds of the Yellow River, in the empty mountains and after the new rain, and in the xunyang autumn.
As long as the rough Chinese see the relevant environment, it will immediately release the image hidden in the heart and involve everything in front of you into the poetry.
The imagery in the mind is hidden from a very young age. Maybe it's the parents chanting, maybe the teacher reading, anyway, it is the most beautiful kind of teachings of the predecessors.
As long as parents and teachers teach each other tang poems, they will naturally eliminate the boundaries of generations, and walk into the natural nature with their juniors with a detached look.
Therefore, Tang poetry is an all-round aesthetic awakening for Chinese: awakening the heart, awakening the mountains and rivers, awakening the cultural generations, and awakening the nature of survival.
Moreover, this awakening is not at all out of abstract concepts, but out of perceptual images, out of concrete details. This image and detail has been screened through time and has become the collective sensitive, universal discourse of a vast nation.
Sometimes in foreign countries, we can see scenes like "the moon is falling" and "fishing alone in the Cold River", which makes us associate, but the mysterious poetry that is attached to the overall aesthetic culture does not exist.
It's like finding a cottage in the distance that resembles his hometown, or an old man who resembles his grandmother, and although there is a momentary joy, it is deeply lost when it is slightly detailed.
What's missing? Lost all the echoes that are closely connected to life, lost the reality that made himself his own.
Of course, irreplaceable does not equal beauty. But Tang poetry is indeed a great beauty, no matter under what circumstances, a reading can elevate the soul to a pure and noble realm.
Looking back, this kind of alcohol and gao mai originally belonged to themselves, or belonged to the ancestral secret tradition, but they were usually buried by a large number of trivial matters.
Tang Shi was like a jade pestle tapping, clanging, buzzing, and suddenly opening the heart and letting us see a very beautiful self.
This self, seemingly ordinary, can actually follow the guidance of distant words to complete the most extravagant imagination, the deepest thoughts, the most nuanced observations, the most delicate listening, the most benevolent sympathy, and the most free transcendence.
This self, seemingly entangled in mundane affairs, can actually pitch with the mountains, roll with the white clouds, and be cloudy with the sea.
This self, seemingly not highly educated, can actually keep up with such an elegant rhythm, such a sonorous rhyme, and such a luxurious language.
Such a self will be rare anywhere, but because of Tang poetry, it has become a very popular norm in China.
It is precisely for this reason that I say that I am reluctant to leave the land where Tang poetry was produced, and even willing to reincarnate in China in the next life.
I am also a person who has traveled the world, who is no stranger to international cultural information, and of course knows that there is poetry everywhere, and I will not fall into the quagmire of narrow nationalism on this issue.
But precisely because I have seen more, I also have reason to make a fair judgment: just as Chinese is far inferior to some peoples in the world in religious music and modern dance, and Tang poetry is the peak of human beings in the field of classical poetry, and it is difficult to find an object that can be compared with it.
Sounds good
Author: Yu Qiuyu, a contemporary Chinese writer and scholar, whose representative works include "Cultural Journey", "Chinese Context", "Book of Mountains and Rivers" and so on.
Anchor 丨 Shen Wen
Director of Yangzhou Recitation Association, member of Jiangsu Photographers Association,
Special anchor of China Television Poetry Essay.
May every day be a time when the heart is bright.
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