Smoke, reeds deep hidden fishing song

Dingfeng wave, the river water sinks into the sail shadow

Yan Xuan [Five Dynasties]

The river sinks and the sails shadow,

Swim to the late cold waves.

Ferry double flying white birds,

Smoke, reeds deep hidden fishing song.

Bian Zhou Short Ridge Returns to Lanpu,

People go, Xiao Xiao bamboo path through the Green Sand.

Late at night without wind and rain,

Cool moon, dew welcome beads into the round lotus.

Seeing a poem for the first time is like seeing a person for the first time. Your concern for this person is naturally triggered and one is tasked. For example, if the police want to try a criminal, he must make the background of the criminal, the case background, and the social experience as clear as possible.

Reading a poem is sometimes like judging a prisoner, sometimes it's like diagnosing a patient, sometimes it's like a blind date, sometimes it's an encounter, it's just what I want.

Lately, I like this kind of encounter, excitement, and improvisation, without purpose.

Take a look around the ancient poetry network, see this sentence "ferry double flying white birds, smoke, reed flowers deep hidden fishing song", i like this poem at once, why do I like it? Probably because I was locked up for a long time, I wanted to go out to relax, but I couldn't leave home, and I could only walk around the poetry distribution center.

There is a good word at the bottom of the word board, which is Su Dongpo's, and I don't want to hear the sound of the leaves hitting the forest. This great talent is spontaneous and free, and I especially like this word.

"Dingfeng Wave, River Sinking Sail Shadow", this song was written in the fifth generation, before Su Dongpo. The author is a Shu person five generations later, today's Chengdu, Chongqing, Su Dongpo's hometown. It seems that Su Dongpo and this old brother still have some origins. The water of the Yangtze River is also nourishing one side of the people, where the mountains and waters are high and the water is urgent, surprising people. Let's walk into this song.

The water of the river is heavy and the water of the Yangtze River is very deep, very deep. There are constant sailboats passing by. The lyricist said sail shadow, which shows that this old man did not stare at the sailboat, but stared at the river. I don't know why, the writer came to the river and looked at the water of the Yangtze River. Usually there is nothing wrong, will not run to the river, there must be something in the heart, come to the river to relieve it. Why say the explanation, the word "heavy" is revealed, the mood is revealed. Or meet someone.

The later Su Dongpo, and Su Dongpo, in Chibi, wrote about the Yangtze River that is "chaotic rocks through the air, the waves crash on the shore, roll up a thousand piles of snow", you see, Su Dongpo has no deep emotions, some are excited emotions, may have figured out something. The weather is different.

Fan Ying, is it not the experience of the lyricist's own past scenes? Literature is like this, looking is writing scenes, in fact, writing feelings, the two blend together. The color of the scene, the dynamics, the weather of the scene, also reflect the state of writing itself. All scenery is love language.

Poetry, the language of poetry, is the language of the heart. Just like I write interpretations now, in fact, it is also writing my heart, and I will not forget the moment when the epidemic in Shanghai is closed and controlled, and I am not leaving home, blended together. As long as you open your heart to writing, the actual situation of the writer himself will naturally melt into it, which is the joy of writing itself.

Reading a poem and interpreting a poem is a process of meditation for me, and it is also a process of dialogue with the ancients.

Swim to the late cold waves, the fish in the water, one swim in the water late, at night, night falls, the heavens and the earth are cold, are the fish also cold?

The fish's situation seems to be winter. Reeds bloom in summer and autumn, lotus leaves emerge from the mud in early summer, decay in late autumn, orchids bloom in mid-spring, and the seasons of this poem are vague, as if the four seasons are flowing, and seem to come down to the autumn of Depression.

The lyricist is not only an observer, but also an imaginer, virtual and real, and the eternal sky appears in the wind and moon.

The Tang Dynasty monks had a poem:

Thousands of feet of silk sagging straight down, a wave of ten thousand waves to follow.

At night, the still water is cold and the fish do not eat, and the ship is empty and the moon is returning.

The thousand-foot silk of the boat monk is sagging straight down, and what he is exploring is the nature of the heart, that is, the Buddha-nature, and he wants to pursue the clear-mindedness of the mind, but the more he pursues it with all his heart, the more he can't ask for it. Let go of the heart of the current chase, "full of empty ships carrying the moon and returning", where is the difference between people and me.

In this poem, if the sinking of the river is time, and the boat on the river is a metaphor for what it has experienced, then the "swimming fish" is the author's mood, and in the rolling river of time, the mood cannot be warmed. In the confusion and sorrow, it is difficult to see the nature of the mind. The world is like this, it is difficult to detach. Really detached, what other words to write, poetry?

The ferry port is where the boat is parked, and two egrets stop there, and when they see the boat approaching, they both fly up. The fact that birds can stop here shows that this ferry port is very sparsely populated, and ships rarely stop here. The ferry port represents the degree of economic prosperity, and the small number of people indicates that the economy is depressed. Not a good world.

Smoke, reeds deep hidden fishing song. Smoke wafts through. Deep in the reeds, there are faint fishing songs.

Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side

Who is that hidden fishing song, the man from afar?

Slowly go away, slowly go away, and eventually disappear into the heard.

Or maybe the song came from afar, faintly, gradually louder, "After dusk", which may be a beautiful story.

Bian Zhou short tree returned to Lanpu, people go, Xiao Xiao bamboo path through Qingsha.

Eventually, the man returned, the bird flew away. The bamboo forest, Qingsha, is the return of the writer.

It is difficult to achieve what you want, and friends are separated. The heart is like a swimming fish in the cold river.

Xiao Xiao, who knows this heart?

Late at night, there is no wind and new rain, cool moon, dew welcomes the beads into the round lotus.

The new rain wet the clothes, just like the wet cold heart. After the rain, the sky is clear, the moon is high, slightly cold. The dew drops slide on the round lotus, just as it is difficult for the writer to fit into the world.

There is no more helplessness in life than this.

Unwilling, wounded parting, this heart pays with water and moon.

Poetry, pleasure without obscenity, mourning without hurt. Poetry can dissolve these emotions, not blocked in the heart, you see this word, the inner knot, sadness, dissipation, water waves, scattered between the mountains and waters.