The Lament of the Abandoned Woman: For more than two thousand years, the story of "The Book of Poetry" has been reading poetry on the weekend of reincarnation
A love that ended a long time ago:
Sometimes you meet it on the street
Sometimes I encounter it in dreams
When you meet it on the street, it's like a dream
When you meet it in a dream, it's like a street again
Street, half of the houses are empty
Because you don't remember whose face
Appears in the darkness behind the window
The Street (Denmark) by Henrik Nordbrand
Translated by Li Hui
Written by | Three books
"Rogue"
A case of chaos and abandonment?
Yuan Anon. "Plum Blossom Lady Picture" (partial)
"The Book of Poetry, Wei Feng, Gang"
The rogue, holding the cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, come and I plan. Send Zi Waqi, as for Dunqiu. I am sad, and there is no good medium. The general is not angry, and the autumn is long.
Take advantage of the ruins in the hope of resuming the pass. There is no return, and there are tears and ripples. Seeing the resumption, laughing and talking. Erbr Zheng, the body is not guilty. Came with me and bribed me.
Mulberry has not fallen, its leaf Vorrow. Yu Jiuxi, no mulberries! Yu Wu Nu Xi, no one can delay it! The sluggishness of the warriors can be said to be also. The woman is stubborn, and it cannot be said.
The fall of the mulberry, its yellow and falling. Self-promising, three years old poor food. Qishui soup soup, gradually car drapery. The woman is also not happy, and the gentleman does his job. Shi Ye is also extremely virtuous, two or three virtues.
She is a three-year-old woman and works in the room. Sleepless nights, quiet days. Words are true, as for violence. The brother didn't know, he laughed. Quiet and meditating, bowing to self-mourning.
Growing old makes me resentful. Qi has shore, and Xi has pan. The banquet of the total horn, the words and laughter. Swear by it, don't think about it. Anyway, I don't think about it, but it's gone!
There are many types of love, and the most love that ends at the beginning.
However, it is impossible to assume that we know why we should be today, the magic of love lies in never following common sense, blind and passionate, inactive and pure, making people feel like death. On the ship of love, there is no compass, no captain, the ocean is on all sides, and the nameless stars of the day. If you plan carefully and calculately, you will not be in the ship of love.
The poem "Gangster", in ancient times, may still be of educational significance to some people. It has also been occasionally said that this poem is to tell you what kind of marriage can guarantee a woman's happiness. Surprised, I can't help but laugh secretly, can happiness be guaranteed? What is "a woman's happiness" again? First of all, it depends on what kind of woman it is.
It is postmodern, and AI is much better than us in terms of reason and logic, but irrational and inexplicable impulses are precisely our last bastion as human beings. We read poetry not to seek the right answer in life, not to be educated, but to experience ourselves in the song and cry of others, and then to experience the oneness of our soul.
For more than two thousand years, the story of "Rogue" has been reincarnated and is still outdated today. The abandoned woman in the poem, that is, the woman who is the narrator, is abandoned by her husband, cornered, and sings and cries, thinking of him and resenting him, not knowing what to do.
Qing Yuming's "Lady Picture" (partial)
"Gangster, hug Bu Maosi", the poem begins with memories, this scene is very beautiful, like the classic shot of a costume idol drama. The young man looked kind, hugged the cloth, and smiled and went to the market to buy silk. Cloth was the currency in use at the time. This is the perspective of a woman, the perspective of memory, and the taste is very tasteful. They are not new acquaintances, before the poem is spoken, the music has already begun for a while, "bandits come to trade silk, come is my plan", from which it can be seen that they have long been better.
As the editor of the three hundred songs, it is said to be Confucius, there is a key here, that is, the identity of the man: the gangster. The people who come here from him are called rogues, that is, outsiders. Chinese folk children are the least fond of foreigners when married, for a simple reason: one is that they do not know their family lineage, and the other is that their temperament and accents are different. So the beginning of the story is foreshadowed, it seems that everyone is waiting to see the tragedy, only this woman in love does not know.
"Send Zi Qi, as for Dunqiu. I am sad, and there is no good medium. The general is not angry, and the autumn is long. The next few sentences, who is the master and who follows in the relationship, are clearly presented. In the era of "how to take a wife, bandit media are not allowed", the gangster has no good matchmaker, and instead of feeling guilty, he angrily reproaches the woman, who begged to comfort him and promised autumn. Compared with the unreliable identity, the rogue's temperament and character should be more doubtful, he obviously did not take responsibility, and it is not clear that the medium is marrying such a person. However, she loved him, and there was no way, and she didn't know what to do, and she went deeper.
After he left, she waited anxiously, "Take advantage of the ruins in the hope of resuming the pass." There is no return, and there are tears and ripples. Seeing the resumption, laughing and talking. "He came back, Erbul, blameless, perfunctory words, but even if not, I believe she would willingly go with him." It's naïve, it's silly, but it's cute.
The third and fourth chapters use Sang as a metaphor, and after the woman is abandoned, she reflects on herself being too procrastinating on him to extricate herself, and there is no word in heaven or earth. When she returned to her mother's house, what she got was not comfort, but "brothers don't know, they laugh", how can brothers understand her love. The abandoned woman in the Book of Poetry Qiao Feng Bai Zhou has the same experience, "There are also brothers, and they cannot be relied upon." Thin words and anger. ”
The soup splashed the drapery and her clothes. As she walked, she thought that after living a poor life with him for three years, she ended up like this, "The woman is not happy, and the man is not happy." Isn't she wrong? Is it wrong for him to change his mind? We can ask questions, but we have no right to judge, there is no standard for right or wrong, the answer lies with me, and there is no need to answer. However, in that era, women took their husbands as their home, and after being abandoned, they had nowhere to go, no place to live, no arable land, and I was afraid that they would eventually have to return to their mother's house, and then be hastily remarried by their father and brother as trouble.
The last chapter, "Elder Er, Old Man Resents Me", is actually only three years, even if three is an imaginary number, they are still far from being old. As for "swearing an oath, not thinking of the opposite", it is not that the oath is not true, but that people will change, and the person who swore at the beginning is no longer the same person as the person who violates now.
"Bai Zhou"
Sorrow is like a dirty garment
Lin Fengmian "Lady"
"The Book of Poetry, Wind and Bozhou"
Pan Pi Bo Zhou, also Pan Current. Sleepless, if there are hidden worries. Micro self without wine, to Ao to swim.
I can't be ru. There are also brothers, which cannot be relied upon. Thin words, every anger.
My heart is a stone, and I can't turn it. My heart is full of bandits, and I can't be swept up. Mighty Yi Di Di, not optional also.
Worry quietly, stunned by the group. There are many people who have been insulted. Quiet and thoughtful, incisive.
The sun lives in the moon, and the hu is small? The worries of the heart are like bandits. Quiet thinking, not flying.
If life is compared to a river, the heart is a flat boat floating on the water. The river flows, and although the cypress boat is strong, it can only float with the waves.
"If you are sleepless, if there are hidden worries", hidden worries are the eyes of the whole poem. What is the hidden worry, the poet did not say, the "I" in the poem, there is nowhere to tell, the hidden worry is a hidden worry, because it is impossible to say, and if you say it, you will become a complaining woman. True writers should know why they write in order to say things that cannot be spoken, whether in story or poetry.
She is not a grudge, she is a strong woman. She also wants to be like men, drinking to relieve worries, going out to travel, "micro me without alcohol, to Ao to swim", not really no alcohol, this is a euphemism, helpless.
The two and three chapters are a wonderful metaphor. The first is a mirror, "my heart", that is, my heart is not a mirror, I can't measure the other party clearly, and I can't endure everything. The mirror was calm and cold, her heart was hot and felt, like a boat on a river stirring.
The next two parables are the stone and the mat. "My heart is a stone, and it cannot be turned", my heart is not a stone and cannot be rolled; "My heart is not a mat, it cannot be rolled up", my heart is not a mat, it cannot be rolled over. What does that mean? Stones and mats are close objects, both things of daily life, but my heart is not these things, my heart is noble and cannot be desecrated.
She is trapped in various relationships, "worried quietly, worried about the small group". As to who this poem is for, the focus of the Han and Song Studies controversy is "group small". Sinology, represented by the "Preface to Mao Poems", believes that this is a man's poem, and benevolent people do not meet, because villains are on the side; Song Xue, represented by Zhu Xi's "Collected Poems", believed that this was a woman's poem, and Qunxiao was a concubine, and later scholars mostly followed Zhu's theory, but still debated. For whom it is written, the reader can choose for himself, or he can read it from both perspectives.
Her hidden worries are untold, she can't travel, and she is also stunned and insulted by the small group, and all kinds of situations are woven into her life. But it's not life, it's her identity that traps her. Any identity is a restriction on people, and the more you value identity, the more trapped you are by identity.
In the last chapter, the poverty is extremely poor, but it is not without a taste of heaven. The sun lives in the moon, and the hu is small? It makes sense that the sunset and the moon are rising, but why? "The sorrow of the heart is like a bandit's clothes", sadness is like a dirty garment, blindfolded in the heart, this metaphor is very modern, the dirty clothes are dull and have no light.
"Quiet thinking, you can't fly." In the era of heavy etiquette, let alone flying, a person who moves down his position a little will affect the relationship between the five lenses, making the people involved uncomfortable, and thus being accused of deviance. The desire to "fly hard" is her yearning for freedom.
Fu Baoshi "The Lady of Willow"
Fenfei, the word sounds quite heavy, "Fen" requires a lot of determination, and "Fly" is simply desperate. As Xiao Hong said, "I am a woman. The female sky is low, the wings are thin, and the burdens around them are bulky! Women have a plethora of self-sacrifice. ...... Not bad, I'm going to fly, but at the same time I feel ... I will fall. ”
It's not just women, but everyone is trapped in life, to some extent. Hearing the whistle of a train or ship at night, who hasn't thought about leaving? But we just covered the child with a quilt, or sighed, rolled over and went to sleep, and life will go on tomorrow.
Hanle Fu "Shangxie", the meaning is decisive, the lyrics are beautiful: "Shangxie!" I want to know each other and live forever. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder and tremors, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, and they dare to be with the king. "Referring to the oath of the Heavenly Alliance, the sea is rotten and does not change the heart, such love, has always been praised, it seems that women should be loyal to this, they should end from the beginning, but now when I read it, I feel not awe-inspiring, but awe-inspiring." I think there is no such love, it is better to know each other, even if the relationship is severed, it will not harm each other.
If the lyrics of this Lefu poem were changed to a modern version, the lyrics might look like this:
Evil! Now I have lost my acquaintance with the king. The mountains are unharmed, the rivers flow, the winter thunder is not shaken, the summer is snowless, the heavens and the earth are as usual, and you and I are safe.