The Long Wait in the Book of Songs: Wait for someone, how long will you wait?
"The tail life and the woman are under the beam, the woman does not come, the water does not go, and the beam and pillar die."
This fable in "Zhuangzi" is not fiction, it is said that there were people and things in the Spring and Autumn Period. Tail Sheng's shocking deeds spread all over the world, and from this gave rise to an expression, called "holding pillar letters", Li Baishi said: "Always hold pillars of letters, how can you go to the Wangfutai", the allusion quoted is him.
Why did Ozei die, for love, for faith? Is it right to die, is it worth it? These questions have been widely questioned since the pre-Qin period, with mixed reviews, and "Zhuangzi" tells this story, criticizing it: Dying lightly for the sake of fame is no different from a dog and a pig.
The characters in the allusions are probably either foolish or foolish, belonging to the category of paranoia. This "martyrdom" story, not even martyrdom, is a pity, but I like his name: Ozei.
Written by | Three books
You are not at home, who will I comb my hair for?
Lin Fengmian "Lady Picture"
"The Book of Poetry, Wei Feng, Bo Xi"
Boss, Bang Zhixi. Bo also persevered, and was the forerunner of the king.
From the east of the count, the head is like a flying canopy. Who is fit for it.
Its rain is its rain, and the sun is rising. May the words be willing.
Grass and the back of the tree. May the words make my heart sick.
The taste of longing, this poem is written most tactfully, and when it is tactful, there are countless plots and infinite heart songs.
He was so heroic and tall, so brilliant, that he could be remembered at a glance in the crowd that he was my husband. With a spear in hand, he went to the front to fight for the king. I'm proud of him, it's true; I don't want him to go, that's also true.
When she looked in the mirror, she saw his image in the mirror, and saw herself in his image. He existed louder in his absence, filling her days and nights, a blank. Time froze on the day he set out on the crusade, and from then on, the days were just repeating themselves, and she brushed her hair and said to herself: "From the east of the uncle, the head is like a flying canopy." Who is fit for it. ”
The woman's combing her hair itself is a poem, like a pouring hair, beautiful as the night, thinking about the mirror, making up and grooming late. The first two chapters of the poem do not say longing, but there is not a word that is not lovesickness.
Chapters three and four are even more curious. "Its rain is its rain, and the sun is out. May the words be willing. "I hope for rain, but the sun comes out." Its rain" two sentences, the feeling is vague and rich, when a person has nothing to say, helpless when, always unconsciously talking about the weather. How is it not raining? She might feel better if it rains, and the rain can give her comfort, shelter and the past. But the sun is out of the sun, so that everything has nowhere to hide, and the world under the sun is like a ruin.
For him, she said she was willing. However, she was afraid, not knowing when he would return, whether he would return. "Grass and the back of the tree. May the words make my heart sick. "There was daylilies on the north side of the house, and it was said that eating them could be forgotten, but her worries were too deep, and unless he returned, there was no miracle medicine in the world to cure them, and she was willing to bear the pain of longing, which made them feel together.
Missing a person is painful and happy; Vice versa.
It's going to get dark, why haven't you come back yet?
Qing Gu Luo's "Lady Picture" (partial)
"The Book of Poetry, Wang Feng, Gentleman in Service"
The gentleman is in service, and he does not know the period. Oh yes?
The chickens perched on the roof, and the sheep and cattle came down.
A gentleman in service, why not think about it?
A gentleman in service, day by day. What's the point?
The chickens perch on the ground, the day and the night, and the sheep and cattle are under the covers.
A gentleman in service, without hunger and thirst?
Parting always moves in two directions, front and rear, here and there, far away from each other, looking at each other. The same is true of the narrative of the marching poems, which either write about people or women, and sing to each other. Like "Bo Xi", this song "Gentleman in Service" is also from the perspective of a woman, lamenting the long wait.
A timeless poem must condense all the news of life, and the opportunity to flourish is often at a special moment. "Boxi" is when a woman combs her hair, and "Gentleman in Service" is a day and night. We all have experience of dusk, the day is about to pass away, the night is coming, as if another cycle has passed, and this day is like a lifetime. A deep longing arises within us, and the call to leave is like twilight.
"A gentleman is in service, and he does not know the period." I don't know when he will come back and if he will come back, this is the longest part of waiting, waiting for waiting. Knowing that he was out on duty, somewhere beyond her imagination, why didn't he come back right away? "Oh?" The rhetorical question was sad and naïve, and she suddenly felt that he would return at any moment.
It was a moment of zero darkness, a moment of magic, both real and illusionary, almost touchable. And she fell back to reality and looked around: the chickens had already roosted early, the sun was about to set, and the sheep and cows were returning to the pen. Everything was so calm, as if nothing had happened. Those happy cattle and sheep, those happy times.
"A gentleman is in service, so why not think!" Once again, Twilight brought back everything that dawn spread, brought back cattle, brought back sheep, and you are still far away, so how can I not think!
Although the second chapter is a repetition, the poetry is strengthening. "A gentleman is in service, not day or month." Compared with not knowing the period, at this time there is only waiting left, almost nothing. No day or moon, such Chinese is so good, the days are no longer the flow of the year, the day is not the day, and the night is not the night.
"The chickens perch on the ground, the day and the night, the sheep and the cows fall." As in the first chapter, this kind of narrative cannot be simply regarded as an environmental description, this is her mood and atmosphere, it is the air she breathes, it is every sip of water she drinks, and this level should be felt before reading this poem.
"A gentleman in service, no hunger and thirst?" Thinking to the depths, helpless to the extreme, can only return to the hope that he is safe, not hungry and thirsty outside, just like the "Nineteen Ancient Poems" "Walk and Walk Again", thousands of worries, endless lovesickness, and finally can only be a sentence of "work hard to add food".
Harvest green and blue and wait for your return
Fu Baoshi "Mrs. Xiang" (partial)
"The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Green Picking"
In the end, the dynasty picks green, and does not make a profit. Give the music game, thin words return to Mu.
In the end, the blue is harvested, and it is not profitable. Five days, six days.
The son of Yu Kai, the bow of the word. The son of Yu Yu, the rope of words.
What is its fishing? Vickerel and squid. Rayfish and squids, thin words viewers.
It is also from the unkempt hair to feel the pain of longing, if we make the beginning of "Boxi" and "Green Picking" into a fantasy scene, then, one is the woman combing her hair in the mirror, and the other is the woman picking green in the morning. Green is grass, and the juice can be dyed yellow.
Women are picking green, mulberry, tea, and curly ears in the wild, because of the vastness of the sky and the breath of the wind, it is natural to think of distant people. For example, the woman in "Curly Ears", who did not pick much in the morning, simply put the basket on the road, and then began to sing with the distance.
"In the end, the green is not harvested. Give the music game, thin words return to Mu. "The same writing comes from the same experience. After picking all morning, she didn't pick a handful, she brushed her hair, felt her hair tangled, and thought about going back and washing her hair properly.
Because he may be coming back. "In the end, the dynasty picks blue, not a profit." Blue is also grass, also known as indigo blue, which can be used to dye blue. Dyeing green and dyeing yellow may not be meaningful to the ancestors of the Zhou Dynasty, but for us, just picking green and blue, thinking about it sounds very good.
"Five days, six days." He said that he would return on the fifth day, but on the sixth day, he was still gone. Compared to not knowing the date, this is a surprise. But she felt that he would return soon, and she even saw that when he returned, he would go hunting and fishing, and she couldn't wait to load his bow into the rope for him, to arrange the fishing rope for him, and how happy the couple lived an idyllic and simple life!
The last chapter sings about the many fish, the view is many, and the things are considerable. Mr. Wen Yiduo said in the "General Meaning of the Book of Poetry" that all those who speak fish in "National Style" are hidden words that call each other between the sexes, and there are many fishes, which really praise the male charm of the gentleman.
Whether the man went back later or not is none of our business, poetry is not reporting facts, poetry is creating eternal reality. In the poem "Picking Green", he has returned, and everything has been completed, even more complete than the fact that he has returned.
The movie "Cold Mountain" and Ryunosuke Wasagawa
That day, I happened to see a headline, to the effect that "if you don't return to WeChat for one day, this relationship can be deleted", I was surprised, opened it and took a look, talking about the Internet era people have lost patience with everything.
Perhaps because of this, waiting for someone is very romantic, and even waiting itself is happiness. The love story of the movie "Cold Mountain", I don't know if there will be a realistic version today, that uncertain, endless wait. Ozei and the woman also have an agreement, the man and woman in the movie have just met, still in the bud of ambiguity, but the love between them is self-evident, and there is a big letter of its own: he risks death to go back, and she waits in despair.
What keeps people alive? I think it's just waiting. In fact, everyone is waiting, waiting for someone, waiting for a certain result, waiting for a life. Maybe never wait, maybe tomorrow.
Japanese writer Ryunosuke Wasakawa wrote a short story based on the story of Oyo, which begins: "Oi stands under the bridge, waiting for her arrival." Then the story is led by the actions of Ozei, that is, the step by step of the great water, and with each action, he stops and looks around, and everything is silent as a mystery, endured unfathomable, "but she has not yet come", and so on seven times, until finally he drowns, and his body is swept away by the river.
Taiwanese poet Luo Fu once used modern poetry to interpret the story of Wei Sheng, or reconstruct allusions with modern poetry, "The Dialectic of Love" has two titles, one of which is "I am waiting for you in the water", and the last few lines of poetry fly:
Water comes
I'm waiting for you in the water
Fire comes
I'm waiting for you in the ashes
To be honest, Love's poems are not more poetic than the allusions themselves, nor are they very modern, but because they are overly lyrical, they give a superficial feeling.
Ryunosuke Wasagawa's novel does not stop there, but also far beyond the theme of life and death love, the previous narrative retells and recalls the allusion, the author's genius is displayed in the last paragraph, so that some dull ancient Chinese stories, instantly have modern symbolism, and thus obtain a broader and deeper meaning. The last paragraph of the novel reads:
"After thousands of years, his soul has gone through vicissitudes and has been born again. His soul is the soul that is attached to me now. Therefore, although I live in modern times, I can't do anything meaningful, and I live a muddy life all day long, blindly waiting for something incredible that never comes, just like the lover who has never appeared under the bridge at dusk. ”