Long Rhythm Poem - Autumn Equinox Smoke and Rain Fly
Poems written to my mother one by one
September 23, 2021
(Autumn Equinox)
Liu Bing
The autumn equinox rises and smokes and rain flies,
Candlelight blows cold wind with tears.
A cup of green tea is not bitter,
The spirit pot is wounded separately.
In front of the hall,
The old mother and young in the family are happy.
Leaning against the door and looking at the broken way home,
There is no delay in the return of children and grandchildren.
It's the full moon again, mid-autumn,
Weak and sick neighbors are sparse.
I heard that the children in the courtyard are making trouble,
I don't see anyone in the old house.
The night frost fell unknown,
A pillow of tears in the morning.
Faintly mournful someone called,
I didn't have time to get busy.
Mo Dao money outside the body,
Whoever is old is pitying.
Slow to say that raising children can prevent old age,
Several people were willing to pay back.
Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren,
Why obsess over not looking back.
Delusional heart failed to fulfill people's wishes,
Amorous is always misplaced.
Three hundred and sixty days a year,
The long road of the moon and night has no end.
The East has dawned on the clouds,
The sun sets again and autumn.
Haruka saw the long geese emptying,
When birds build mud nests.
Crane in the clouds on the side of the water,
This goes on for years who are guests.
The mountains do not abandon the green wind,
Ice cliffs stand on snow and red.
The crow still has the intention of feeding back,
The Son of Man has no fear.
Note: Tang has Zhang Ruo's 36 sentences of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlit Nights", and now there are 36 sentences of Liu Bing's "Autumn Equinox Smoke and Rain Flying", which use the desolate scene of Xiao Killing since the autumn equinox season to express the author's pity for the old mother at home, so as to show the world a picture of the mother's frail and sick neighborhood, empty old house and hopeless return. The intention is to warn children and grandchildren to care more for their mothers, to do their filial piety to the son of man, not to wait for no flowers to fold branches, not to wait for the empty tears, and not to let their old mothers wait too long and too hard in the autumn equinox and rain.
Poetry can be chanted, it can also be sung, and poetry that cannot be sung is without rhythm, and poetry without rhythm has no vitality. "Autumn Equinox Smoke and Rain Flying" can be sung with the tune of "Funeral Flower Yin" in "Dream of the Red Chamber", singing sad tears, moving and haunting.