"I haven't boiled the red beans into a lingering wound for you." Then share together, you will understand the sorrow of lovesickness better. ”
When I was young, I listened to "Red Beans" and only felt that Faye Wong's voice was too beautiful and charming.
Later, when I grew up and listened to "Red Beans", what I heard was the delicate lyrics and the poignant melody, and the sorrow of lovesickness.
Regarding the inspiration for the lyrics of this song, Lin Xi said that she chose to write red beans because she happened to be watching a Japanese drama at that time, in which Kimura and his girlfriend were about to break up, and God did not keep the house, and the girlfriend boiled a pot of red bean porridge raw and rotten.
The red beans are sturdy and easy to preserve, and no matter how long they take, they will not be mothed or discolored by insects, and they will always be bright red like blood.
If, that red bean really hides a wisp of acacia in it, and when it is boiled into a pot of porridge, soft and blurry, and unrecognizable, you go to taste it, how sweet is that taste? Still bitter!
Regarding red beans, I once heard such a poignant love story:
Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a man who went on a expedition, and his wife waited for him under a big tree on the mountain day and night.
Because of the thought of her husband, the wife often wept.
One day, I finally dried my tears, but what flowed out was Yin Hong's blood.
Later, the blood turned into red beans, which took root, sprouted, and eventually grew into a large tree, bearing a tree full of red beans.
Such a poignant legend, from the very beginning, has given Hongdou a strong obsession and lovesickness.
From ancient times to the present, there are too many poems written about red beans.
Wang Wei's "Acacia", also known as "The Year of the Li Turtle on the River", "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches are sent in the spring." May the king pick up more, and this thing is the most cherished."
The five generations of lyricist Niu Xiji's "Sheng Cha Zi", "The crescent moon song is like an eyebrow, and there is no luán meaning." The red beans are unbearable, and the eyes are full of tears."
Cao Xueqin's "Dream of the Red Chamber" in a "red bean song", "dripping acacia blood and tears throw red beans, can not finish the spring willow spring flowers full of painting building".
However, in my heart, the most obsessive and beautiful "red bean poem" is wen Tingjun's "Two New Voices of Willow Branches".
The bottom of the well is lit with a deep candle, and the gonglang is long and the mo go is played.
Linglong dice (tóu zi) Ann red beans, into the bone acacia do you know?
This poem is Wen Tingjun's love for her lover in a woman's tone.
The biggest feature of the poem is that the whole piece deliberately uses harmonic sounds, puns and other techniques to hide the lingering feelings in the seemingly bland and irrelevant text.
"Light a deep candle at the bottom of the well, and the gonglang will play Mo Go for a long time."
Lighting a candle at the bottom of a very deep well is a "deep candle", which is pronounced "deep command", a deep command.
"Long Line" is an ancient gambling game of rolling dice, pun on long-distance travel.
Go is a game played by the ancient Chinese literati. Mo Go actually refers to "Mo Violation Period".
There seems to be such a picture in front of my eyes:
The lover was about to go far, and the woman took his hand and repeated the instructions.
You, you, don't covet the beautiful scenery on the road and delay the date of your return.
May you always think that there is still someone at home, looking forward to you and waiting for you every day.
"Linglong dice An red beans, do you know about acacia in the bone?"
The dice, also known as shǎi zi, are small cubes with six sides.
Each side is engraved with a different number of dots from one to six, one and four dots are red and the rest are black.
"Into the bone" here is a pun, both referring to the red beans embedded in the dice and the acacia into the bone.
I seemed to see the woman holding the delicate dice in her hand, looking at her lover affectionately and saying:
Do you see the red dots on the dice, like a red bean, deeply embedded in the dice?
It's like my love for you, deeply rooted in the marrow.
Do you know?
"Knowing or not knowing", as if asking each other, with trepidation, humility, and expectation; it is also like asking yourself, with a helpless sigh and a lonely courage to move forward.
Sighing, he finally fell into the prison of love, fell in love with a person, and could not escape.
Lonely and courageous, it is the persistence of this love, like a moth to a fire, not dying.
Chinese is the most implicit, no matter how deep the love, no matter how strong the thoughts, there are always a few turns, gentle turning out.
However, this kind of lingering pity that turns thousands of times can most touch people's hearts.
It is like standing in front of a beloved person, stuttering, helpless, and the three words "I love you" are tossed around a thousand times on the tip of the tongue and confirmed a thousand times in the heart, before finally taking it seriously and saying it word by word.
For example, when the husband leaves home, the wife carefully packs her bags, loves in a thousand ways, does not give up, and finally only a soft sentence - "go home early";
For example, in the telephone line, your parents tirelessly instruct you over and over again - "the weather is cold, wear warmer", "talk to the family when you don't have enough money", "don't be too tired at work, pay attention to rest";
It's like leaving home again a few years later, looking at the wrinkles in the corners of the grandparents' eyes and the white spots on their heads, after all, they are forced to hold back tears, hold their hands, smile and say - "Take care of your body."
Obviously, these are the most common words, but they make people's eyes red in an instant.
I love the sincerity and prudence in these emotions, I love these careful cares, and I love these twists and turns of proper tenderness.
They tell me over and over again that love is pure, it is serious, it is unparalleled solemnity, it is sacred.
【Copyright Notice】The author of this article is Wei Wuji, a new media person, the founder of a cultural company, the author of best-selling books, the main business of entrepreneurship, amateur writing, publishing books, playing collections, exchanging poetry books and collections