Fisherman on the smoke wave
Li Li
Since the advent of the "Fisher Father" section in "Zhuangzi" and the shaping of the image of the Fisher Father in Qu Yuan's "Chu Ci", the Fisherman Father has become a symbol of the wise, hermit and the noble man who wandered the rivers and lakes, since then, the theme of the Fisher Father has been loved by many Chinese cultural people in later generations, and the image of the Fisher Father has begun to embark on the stage of literary and artistic creation, bursting out the charm of different authors' understanding, borrowing and re-creation.
From "Fisherman Night To the West Rock Lodge, Xiao Ji Qing Xiang Burn Chu Bamboo." Smoke disappears at sunrise and no one is seen, and the sound of the landscape is green. Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, there are no heartless clouds on the rocks" (Liu Zongyuan," "Fisherman"), to "a spring breeze and a leaf boat, a cocoon and a light hook." Flowers are full of flowers, wine is full of Ou, and freedom is gained in the waves of ten thousand years" (Li Yu's "Fisher Father"), to "The Fisherman's Father is drunk, and he dances in his clothes." Drunk but looking for a way back. The light boat is short and oblique, and when you wake up, you don't know where" (Su Shi's "Fisher Father"), and the preface of the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that we are very familiar with later, "Linjiang Immortal":
The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves exhaust 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.
Among them, the image of the fisherman father, without exception, shows the Taoist philosophical thought of being quiet and doing nothing, returning to the truth, being high and lonely, escaping the world, and shouting proud of the rivers and lakes, they draw clear Qingjiang water in the morning, the fire and cooking are all emerald green, once soaked through the tears of Empress Dowager E's daughter Chu Zhu, their living environment is so quiet and elegant, between the green mountains and green waters, just like the white clouds on the mountain floating at will, no desire, no demand, leisurely. The rolling torrent of history has exhausted the great achievements of many heroes. Dynasties rise and fall, sorrow and hatred continue, only nature is eternal, green mountains are hidden, green water is long. The white-haired fishermen along the Yangtze River are accustomed to these vicissitudes of history, and the heroic deeds of ancient and modern times are paid to their jokes.
In fact, is the fisherman by the river so free, unrestrained, and happy? The image of the fisher father in literature is nothing more than a portrayal of the poet's self, revealing their thoughts of sending love to the landscape and water, and also conveying their political frustration and loneliness. Imagine yourself jumping out of the red dust, getting rid of the shackles, and becoming an idle fisherman on the top of the smoke waves, is the poet asking for a little freedom from the soaring fantasy when he can't find a way out in the gray reality?
As someone who grew up by a big river, I knew the life of a real fisherman. As real laborers, their lives are hard, even in autumn and winter, the water is cold and windy, they have to go into the water to fish, otherwise the family's livelihood may not be settled. In the old days, there were tens of thousands of mobile fishermen living in the various branches of the Pearl River, the "Yan family", a fishermen who lived in the coastal areas of Guangdong, Guangxi, Fujian, Hainan and Zhejiang as their home, belonging to the assimilated Han ethnic group, a unique and endangered ethnic group. Some people say that the Yan family has lived on the water for generations, just like eggs floating on top of saturated salt solution, floating on the sea for many years, so it is called "Yan Min". It is also said that it is because the shape of the boat they lived in earlier resembles an eggshell; and the Yan family themselves believe that they have been fighting with the wind and waves for many years, and their lives are difficult to be guaranteed, and they are as fragile as eggshells, so they are called "Yan family". The Yan family sailed through the rapids in the rivers and seas, begged for a living in the wind and waves, and spent their lives on the boat. For a long time in history, the indigenous residents on the shore stipulated that the "people" were not allowed to live ashore, not to read and write, and not to intermarry with people on the shore. They are gypsies on the sea, with no tribes, no fields, and their only possessions are boats, and life and death are tied to the sea. They were born on a ship, and were neither allowed to live on shore nor to be buried on land after death, and eventually the ship transported the cold bodies to the burial place. While alive, the boat was their livelihood, their place of refuge, their home—they moved and flowed at will until they found a suitable anchorage.
Rivers, lakes and seas, perhaps the last hunting ground for human beings. Even in today's technologically advanced world, it is still dangerous, cruel and unpredictable. In the way of hunting, between the ups and downs of the tides, in the depths of the smoke waves, this wild and difficult to tame land, again and again, trying to obtain those wonderful flavors, so that a net, a basket of river fresh seafood, successively transported to the shore, decorated with fireworks, which also brought livelihood and food to the fishermen. "In a sense, everything is killing each other. Fishing is my life, but it also feeds me. In Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea, it is so straightforward to describe the strange dependence between the river and the sea and human beings. Rivers, lakes and seas are the battlefields of the fishermen. Some people say that the word vicissitudes, the former is Jianghai, the latter is home. These people who brave the wind and the sun and run around the vast rivers and seas are so small compared to the blue waves of the thousands of acres, allowing the vicissitudes to be written on their faces, and life bends the spine. Such a fisherman's life, even if there is pleasure, is also a pleasure in suffering, the tide rises and falls in front of the eyes, the floating and sinking behind half a life, even if there is an occasional harvest, but in the end it is on the edge, and a life of poverty and hardship is difficult.
Since I was a child, I have loved to go to the riverside to watch the fishing boats of the Yan family, their fishing boats tied to the trees on the shore at night, floating with the morning tide - the vibrant naughty tide, playing and hitting the two sides of the fishing boat, as if grabbing the nose of the boat, making fierce jokes. But the fishermen on the boat have long been accustomed to the life of this kind of pontoon boat, and they are not affected in the slightest. They washed the bow of the ship in the morning, rested in the cabin at noon, and set the dinner table on the deck. There are also loyal big yellow dogs around, demonstrating at strangers passing by. Their meals are basically self-caught fish and shrimp. I've seen them cook, fry them only in hot oil, without any ingredients, they hardly use other cooking methods, frying or white-burning, that's all. The Yan family was warm and simple, and when they saw a small child watching them cook, they gave me a handful of fried fish. These small fried fish are both an accompaniment and a snack for fishermen, and they can eat a few at any time to replenish their energy. I remember when I was a child, I ate small fish, because of the season, season, water has different categories, do not put any spices, only the original taste of river fresh, soft and tender meat, delicious.
Watching the boats on the shore, there are cargo, there are people, there are relatives, there are funerals, the noise rises and falls silent, the fishermen shake the bridge, creak, go to the wind and waves, return from the wind and waves. Live fish and crabs that take advantage of the night tide, prawns that can see clearly and clearly, snails that have just been touched from the river, yellow eels with red stripes full of flesh and thorns, and often people go directly to the water bank to find fishermen to buy river fresh. The river fresh in the fishing basket, the eyeballs of the blue fish protrude, the gills of the fish are picked by hand, slimy, the gills are turned over, bright red and bright red, some big fish are particularly fierce, jumping around, and even jumping directly to the deck, opening the chest and picking the five organs, putting it in the basin will swim to escape. The fishermen on the boat will help pick up fresh fish, they are very sharp, aiming at the head of the fish, the head is torn backwards, the water is directly thrown into the basin, a burst of fishy gas floats over, the fish will be picked up, they will also use a special binding method, a live fish with grass rope knotted into a bow fish, so that the fish buyer directly carry it home.
When I was a child, I did not know that floating on the boat, they lived a "nother life" that was excluded from orthodoxy, and I only saw them living tenaciously outside of history and time, and seemed to enjoy themselves. They lived so faithfully and simply, shouldered their share of the fate, and never shied away from all the efforts they should make in order to survive. They do not know their own life, they have entered the poetry and song, into the famous painting and calligraphy, they only know that life is like a small boat, flowing along the water, with the encounter, in a calm posture, flowing to where it should go. Perhaps, people's helplessness and ordinariness lie in the fact that the more they see the truth, the more they are not afraid of triviality and hardship, and they are calmly faced with three meals and one night, and the years are short and long. In this way, the fisherman who haunts the smoke wave naturally has some hermit high style. The vicissitudes of the sea, the ebb and flow of the tide, the life they live, is naturally the essence of life.
For the fisherman, having a boat that can travel between rivers and seas is a self-sufficient world. In our farming country, which has lasted for thousands of years, they have their own unique life experience and way of living. The boats are flooded, the fishing boats are leisurely, the black eels and red carps float in the green water; the egrets and blue birds are haunted by smoke waves. The fishermen above the river, in the eyes of the people on the shore, have a kind of stability and quietness that has fully understood the common feelings of the world. The unique cultural meaning of the image of the fisherman father is probably not found in Western culture, right?
"Fisherman" Jane
A net,
Only a net to a sun.
The fisherman wants to go to the market to estimate a good price,
The sun said he wasn't worth a jug of wine!
It's better to wait until it gets dark.
Silver-hunting stars.
The fisherman believed,
Cast a net in the middle of the night,
He caught the sun that was hiding in the belly of the sea.