Look at infinity in terms of finiteness

Canned fish will expire, peach and plum in spring have their own flowering period, suddenly pack your bags, you will find that the shirt of last year has been yellowed, you never know at what time, the people around you will quietly leave. It is because people in the vast world will always sigh: "Sending ephemera to heaven and earth, a millet in the sea." ”

Everything we have has a shelf life, including life. It is because when we lament the shortness of life, we always compare it with infinite things.

In Zhang Ruoxuan's eyes, Jiang Yue was infinite. It is in his "Spring River Flower Moon Night" that "covers the whole Tang Dynasty", there is a saying:

Life is infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

Jiang Yue became eternal in his pen. We may still be stuck in "last year and today's door", but Jiang Yue can "look similar every year." Therefore, Zhang Ruoxu also sighed that everything is too short, and only one "love" word can often see each other over the years.

Also in contrast to life is the golden stone. There is one in the "Nineteen Ancient Poems", called "Return Driving Speech Mai":

Return to the car to drive a long way, leisurely wading down the long road.

Looking around, the east wind shakes the grass.

When encountered without cause, it is not easy to grow old.

Boom and bust sometimes, it is not too early to stand up and suffer.

Life is not a golden stone, how can it live a long life?

It is a matter of materialization, and its fame is treasured.

The eternity that it envies is the golden stone. And what also lasts forever is the meritorious name of the scholar. It is the common saying of the ancients: Qingshi left a name, that is. Since the flesh will eventually dissipate, the only evidence that can prove that it has been in the world is a few records in the history books. "Don't be afraid of being crushed to pieces, and leave your innocence in the human world." Isn't this innocence exactly the name of Qingshi?

The same sigh of the years also appears in "Driving the East Gate":

Drive to the East Gate and look at Guo Bei's tomb.

Poplar He Xiaoxiao, Pine Cypress Sandwich Road.

There are dead people under Chen, and the twilight is long.

Sleep under the Yellow Spring, never sleep for a thousand years.

Haohao's yin and yang shifted, and his life was like a morning dew.

Life is suddenly like a mail, and life is not golden.

Long live more to send, sage Mo Nengdu.

Perhaps it is the social upheaval that makes people lose hope in life. In short, at the end of the Han Dynasty, wei and Jin, the theme of life and death became one of the "three major themes" in the world. The scholars have the heart of meritorious service, but they cannot ignore the fear of dying in a hurry. Elegy and sorrow are popular at this time, and people look at the old age and can only envy the longevity of the golden stone.

It is the "Ancient Acacia Song" that will sing:

Thirteen and Junchu met, and the prince made silk bamboo in the mansion.

Just because of the feeling of Junyi review, it makes me think about Jun's dynasty and twilight.

Goodbye to Junshi concubine fifteen, and make a neon dance for Jun.

Sighing years like morning dew, when will the mud nest junya?

The years are like peach and plum, and the woman's face is even more so. In this year, the woman dancing the neon feather song is Fanghua, and in the moonlight a thousand years later, Xi Murong may look at the same moon and fantasize about whether the woman who bounces on the basket also has the same clear soul:

In those ancient times, there was the same story,

Is the woman who played the basket also sixteen years old?

Or is it that I am tonight, the woman,

It is the soul that has been waiting for thousands of years, a gentle and humble soul,

It was the same man who wept when the warblers were full of flowers.

The changes in the world are so impermanent, the same moon, the same spring night, Xi Murong stood in front of the window, his eyes soft, through a thousand years.

What exactly do you say is finite? What is infinity? Is the moonlight endless? Or the Golden Stone? Or is it the "love" that Zhang Ruoxuan said? Is that illusory, unconcealable love infinite? In the past, Du Liniang sat alone in the courtyard, thinking that one side of the world was the whole of life; aunt Cui, who could not go out of the small city, went to Harbin once, and felt that it was already the limit that could be reached. The limitations of space will still be extended by the convenience of transportation, but what about time? Time is terrifyingly cruel.

It is Tao Yuanming, who implements the law of "nature" throughout his life, beyond the fame and fortune, and still has regrets in the face of time and life and death:

There must be life and death, and early death is not a hurry. Yesterday twilight is the same person, this day in the ghost record.

The soul qi is scattered, and the dead form is sent to empty wood. Jiao'er So's father cried, and my good friend touched me to cry.

Gain or loss is not known, it is not safe to feel! Long live the thousands of years, who knows the glory and humiliation?

But when hate is alive, drinking alcohol is not enough. In the past there was no wine to drink, but now it is empty.

Spring mash is born floating ants, when can you taste more! Before I was eaten, I cried next to the old man.

At the end of the poem, he sighed: "Where is the way to die, the body is the same as the mountain." ”

People always dream of their pride, that Qin Shi Huang built stars and military brigades underground, but people still unconsciously perceive their own smallness, such as When Su Shi boated on the river, he could not help but say:

Sending ephemera to heaven and earth, a millet in the sea.

Mourning the beard of my life, envying the infinity of the Yangtze River.

Flying Immortals travel and hold the bright moon and end up long.

Knowing that it is not sudden, it will be left behind in the wind of sorrow.

So, is time giving us cruelty or forgiveness? For us, is life a drop in the ocean or a golden stone? These questions have to be left to every life to write the answers.

-Author-

Frostmi 19, 00 years after free writers, love all the ancient things.