Wild goose love, autumn grass yellow

"Hongyan Love" | text: Jin Zi Ba Nu

"Hold up a full glass of wine and wash the dust for the geese"

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It was late at night, the leading car was still tirelessly galloping on the Ordos grassland, the black and dark four fields were surprisingly silent, and tonight I was sure to rest on this autumn-winded prairie.

Looking around at the grassland without a single star, an inexplicable trepidation suddenly surged in my heart. Or maybe the grassland was too empty and quiet, and I looked as small and lonely as a grain of sand and a grass, and a trace of loneliness and sorrow swept across my chest like never before. Without any sleep, I turned on the car stereo, and the Mongolian singer Hu Silen's "Hong yan" suddenly sang melodiously.

"The wild geese, in the sky, are lined up in pairs; the rivers are long, the autumn grass is yellow, and the piano on the grassland is sad. The wild geese, to the south, fly over the reeds; the sky is clear, where the geese are going, and the heart is the hometown of the north. The wild geese, returning to the north, take my thoughts with them; the song is far away, the piano is trembling, and the spring on the grassland is warm. Hong geese, to the heavens, how far the sky is; drink dry wine, and then pour it full, and tonight it will not be drunk or returned. ”

I am very happy to listen to the deep and distant singing of Husleng, especially on this special night of sleeping on the grassland, listening to the heavenly singing voice, like the unity of heaven and man, so that the chest is infinitely wide, let the thoughts be infinitely long, and gather a wisp of thought into a vast smoke wave, floating in the night sky. Hu Silen is an authentic Mongolian man, and his voice has an innate excitement and purity and the absurdity of the earth, as if he can penetrate the ancient and modern thousand years of time and space, and sprinkle the vicissitudes of history into soft love and rigid strength!

This is a kind of melancholy softness and fierce masculinity, but in this magic of femininity and masculinity, I will sweep away the traces of anxiety that have just passed through my heart, and also exude my endless thoughts.

Indeed, the song of "Hong yan" is beautiful and beautiful, and the meaning reveals a little soft and irrepressible melancholy. My soul was also strongly infected, and I sincerely had a heart-wrenching expectation and thought of Hongyan. Why expect that? Why do you miss it? On this night with a strong smell of wild grass, my moist heart connects with the magnificent grassland, and my glowing eyes look at the deep night sky, and in this homesick journey, I suddenly think of the old man Su Wu who returned to the Han Dynasty because of the Hongyan transmission.

If Su Wu's return to Han is a historical node in the turn of the peak circuit, then the Hongyan who suppressed his feathers unexpectedly won the first prize. The Xiongnu were detained in the North Sea for a full nineteen years, the sky was vast, and Emperor Wu of Han had never forgotten his henchmen, and even if he tried his best, he was unable to make him return to Han, and he had no choice but to leave this heavy responsibility to his son Emperor Han Zhao after returning to the west. One day, Emperor Zhao of Han sent an envoy to the Xiongnu to demand Su Wu, but he was falsely claimed that he had long since passed away and had no life, and was unwilling to let him return to Han.

Su Wu's old friend Chang Hui and the Han envoys conspired to inform the Xiongnu Shan Yu, "My Emperor of the Great Han Hunted a Wild Goose, and his palms bound a book, saying that Su Wu was herding sheep in a swampy land and was safe and sound. "Existence determines consciousness, and the only trick is revealed, and Su Wu has to be released and returned to Han." For thousands of years, this epic story in the form of a book of Hongyan that has allowed Su Wu's nineteen years of homesickness to be completed has long become a classic beauty talk passed down from generation to generation, and often triggers countless wanderers to feel homesick and sad.

I thought that a plan to use the book of Hongyan as a pretext had saved a fierce hero who did not fail in his mission. At that time, Su Wu, who was in his prime, experienced a foreign and humiliating life of nineteen years of leaving other countries, and he always held a Han Festival dressed in the tail of a yak from beginning to end, and used it as a staff, never leaving his hand all day, and no matter what, he did not give up the hope of life and the bold loyalty to the Han Empire. However, nineteen years later, the great Han capital Chang'an Wanmin solemnly welcomed back a drooping old man with a faltering beard, and the Han Festival he was holding in his hand was already a bare wooden staff that had fallen to the end! Su Wu's national integrity and unyielding fierce sentiments have made me feel moved for a long time.

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As a bloody boy with such a steely superhuman will and an empty calmness, standing tall with the inherent self-improvement of men, what about a woman who shows weakness? The dust of eternity has long fixed the interpretation of its will and sentiments in the traditional stereotype of loyalty and martyrdom. Since ancient times, people have sung the eternal theme of women's praises, but they are inseparable from the endless chivalrous tenderness. I murmured, under the shackles of the long feudal system, the fate link with the young woman seems to be full of the charm of the red pink woman and the beauty of the flower and the moon, the unexpected encounter of the talented and beautiful, the determination and loyalty of the red face, is this all about? However, what kind of character and talent should a Qianqian woman who begins under the wrapping of fangrong posture have to become a generous and virtuous carrier that wins over the masses?

My persistent eyes tried my best to keep shuttling through the dark night sky, suddenly a stirring spirit, in front of my eyes clearly appeared a simple woman with a lovely appearance, I couldn't help but frown and discern, she was the Tang Dynasty tender and virtuous woman Wang Baojun! Her loyalty and kindness and courage are legendary stories interpreted by various literary genres in various dynasties, and the tragic fate and poignant love of her life have made this touching historical legend even more magnificent and dazzling because of the great righteousness and benevolence of the hongyan thousands of miles.

Wang Baojun is a red lady of a prominent family in Chang'an City, only because she threw hydrangea balls to choose Xue Pinggui, a disciple of the Middle HanMen, she resolutely joined hands with Xue Lang Pinggui despite her family's opposition and married Qin and Jin. Soon, Xue Pinggui was ordered by the imperial court to embark on a long journey to the west, which was a long eighteen-year battlefield.

However, Wang Baojun was unusually strong and moved to live alone in a cold kiln in the wilderness, and kept hungry with wild vegetables for eighteen years. One day, just as Wang Baojun was digging wild vegetables, suddenly Hongyan skimmed overhead, and the crisp cry aroused her longing for her husband Xue Pinggui, and she eagerly pleaded with Hongyan to carry a letter from home for her husband who had no return date in the distance? Hongyan promised one by one. Wang Baojun tore a piece of Luo skirt, bit his finger Zhenzhen and wrote a blood-stained family letter expecting to meet his husband, Hongyan admitted that this relic did not stay for a moment, and Fluttering Wings hurried away. Woohoo! This is the grandeur of moving the world.

I have specially visited the cold kiln on the banks of the Qujiang River in the south of Xi'an City, where a ditch and a ridge, a grass and a tree, a thing and a scene still seem to be condensed with Wang Baojun's long-lost miserable figure, it is precisely because of the unswerving Wang Baojun in the cold kiln and the Hongyan chuanshu, which has been in love for a long time, let me hide an eternal admiration and shock in my heart. In that ancient era, when the means of information were extremely primitive and backward, people pinned and condensed their thoughts and memories of being far away from thousands of mountains and rivers on the Hongyan who was responsible for transmitting loyalty and faith, which was undoubtedly the complex and transcendent disposition inherent in a nation's advocating of truth, goodness, and beauty.

I wondered why the untraceable and intriguing reason would bring together a woman's state of mind after a long separation. Da Fan upholds the heart of loyalty and faithfulness, and the unrepentant and expectation of yearning for the light and happiness, and will eventually be consistent with the seemingly soft but firm belief in thinking of relatives. Only a noble woman who is soft but not weak can win the admiration of all people and pass on her name from generation to generation in her pride and self-sustainability, and be independent of heaven and earth with a strong emotional ethic that is indestructible in her heart.

Compared with Wang Baojun's cold kiln hard guard, Hongyan's loyalty and martyrdom to love are not inferior. It is said that Hongyan has a fierce character from beginning to end, if the partner dies, the widowed Hongyan will never continue to marry, and slowly grow old alone in life, for a lifetime. Hongyan, loyal and virtuous beauty gentleman also!

The night of the grassland is still deep and quiet, and Hu Silen still holds high this gentle and soothing song of "Hong yan", singing in a deep heart, it is like a soft silk that wraps around my heart. I finally gradually clarified the pure beauty and eternity of the wild goose, and a unique noble temperament rushed in my heart to open up an open road, all the way to the distant path.

Admittedly, it was a very unpeaceful night, and the mood of a song made me think about it for a long time, and it also triggered a very strong hope in my heart. On this trip to the grassland, can you have the honor to see the magnificent scene of the wild geese flying? Or listen to the high-pitched and chirping elves with your own ears? This is undoubtedly a long-cherished wish of a beautiful mind under the vault.

This night, I turned the depths of the night into the dawn of the day in the collision of thoughts and the excitement of the spirit.

The sky was getting brighter. I subconsciously looked between heaven and earth, the autumn morning of the grassland was high and cloudless, no one was traveling as far as the eye could see, and the vast grassland was so quiet that it did not make a sound. Suddenly, the sound of geese chirping sounded in my ears, reverberating from far away in the sky, I couldn't believe my ears, I looked up at the sky like a dream, and I was stunned in an instant! I saw flocks of geese lined up, rows of flapping wings driving past my head. A flock of geese flew in and another flock of geese flew by, and several huge flocks of geese flew and chirped, hitting the long sky. I have never seen such a shocking formation, their rigorous and loud harmony sounds, echoing forward and backward, rising and falling, resounding and suppressing the clouds, as if singing a mighty and majestic military song, all the way forward and forward without hesitation!

Presumably, in the migration of the singer Hu Silen in the migration of the elderly Hongyan flying south overhead, the powerful formation of the geese hit his emotions and soul again and again, allowing his ambition and realm to be crossed, and only then did he sing the well-known "Hongyan" to the extreme, sing to the peak, and sing to the resonance.

I sighed at the endless life of life, and was touched by the persistence and heroism of overcoming thorns for the blood inheritance that should be in life, even the migratory birds and geese migrating from north to south can soar in the long sky and raise this spiritual population an oasis of hope. Yes, I love the aesthetic atmosphere and kindness and loyalty of Hongyan who understands human nature, the persistence of Hongyan in adhering to the faith and the courage to go forward across the sea, the south flying north is its heroic and fearless character, and the steadfastness and purity is its vivid emotion. Witnessing the powerful formation of the geese, I suddenly realized that on the vast earth, the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, thousands of scenes, only the meaning of life can show its extraordinary dignity of great goodness, beauty and courage.

In an instant, the image of the wild goose magnified and rose infinitely in my heart, revealing the height and grandeur of the long sky. I can't help but sigh, as the supreme realm and sacred pursuit of a living life, it is nothing more than the lofty ambition of infinite loyalty to the motherland, the incomparable loyalty to love, and the fearless loyalty to life, which is undoubtedly admired and respected!

"The sky is clear, where are the geese going, and the heart is the hometown of the north." The song and rhyme of Husleng's "Hongyan" have been solidified in my ears and sung over and over again in my heart for a long time. Looking at the array of geese that were gradually flying away, my heart was tearing beyond words, and I could no longer suppress the feelings of missing my distant relatives, and two lines of hot tears came out of my eyes and fell on the vast grassland.

It was autumn, and the geese skimmed the grassland to the south.

At this moment, a sad autumn breath came to me. Sorrowful autumn is also angry, and the grass and trees of XiaoSer are shaken and decayed.

The heavens and the earth gathered a sad and sad atmosphere for autumn, and the grassland that was about to fall irreversibly fell, but I still firmly believed that the wild geese would return to their hometown in the spring of the grassland as scheduled, and then I should hold aloft the full wine glass and wash the dust for the wild goose.

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Pen name: Kaneko Ba Nu, likes to listen to music, likes to sit in a sunny place with a book in hand and spend leisure time with a cup of tea.

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