For more history decryption, please pay attention to WeChat We Love History (ID: his-tory)
Author: Our special guest author Shi Binjie
We have all heard a compliment called "Cai Bi Zi Jian, looks like Pan An". Zi Jian is Chen Wang Cao Zhi, a jian'an literary master who was praised by Xie Lingyun as a talented eight buckets.
And Pan An, he was the first of the four beautiful men in ancient times, his real name was Pan Yue, bo fame and fortune, love nature, and infected the Western Jin Dynasty literary circle with his personality Taoist belief and extraordinary talent.
Because of an enviable love and several touching eulogies, he opened the curtain of mourning literature throughout the ages. He became a brave pioneer in the literary circles of the Western Jin Dynasty, and also became a great tidemaker in the history of Chinese literature.
There are three eulogies in this set, one of which is the most influential, about a year after the death of his wife Yang. I don't record in detail, but pick up only a few words for simple analysis.
"Winter and spring, cold and summer are easy to flow." The son returns to the poor spring, and the heavy soil is forever separated. Saying that this handsome pan brother is about to return to work for his unit after a year of mourning for his wife, his heart is still sad. I can't help but sigh: time has passed, my beloved wife has been gone for a year, and I still can't adapt to it, I can't accept it. The isolation of that layer of soil made my reunion with my beloved wife a fantasy.
(Handsome and obsessive, really a good Chinese husband!) Think about it again, this Pan family should really be fried good feng shui, out of the male gods out of the goddess. )
Gossip less, continue to appreciate.
"Looking at lulu thinking about others, entering the room and thinking about what they have experienced." When I saw our house, I thought of you, how you used to look at how messy. Now, how to see how empty. The only thing that has not been lost seems to be the bits and pieces of you that I remember. "The flow of fangs has not stopped, and the hanging is still on the wall." You hung the words on the wall, I remember, where. (Well, the song: Maybe the whole world I can forget, just don't want to, lose your news.) The mole in your palm, I remember where it was. )
"Trance or survival, panic and panic." For modern people who have a bad foundation in ancient Literature, these two sentences look very frightening and cannot be understood. In fact, it means, dear da, after losing you, I am depressed, every day I am not energetic, as if my soul is lost. Poetry critics say that these sentences are the climax of the whole poem. I have a different view. Because I think the climax is in the back, the most literary and emotional, making people read warm in the following sentences.
"Like the Pihanlin bird, the amphibian is a dynasty." Such as the swimming river fish, flounder in the middle of the road analysis. "The Bird of Arms and the Flounder are symbols of love. Especially this flounder, the legend is that it is a very strange species, only one eye, still growing on one side of the head, must swim with the flounder whose eyes grow on the other side. It is equivalent to assuming that men have long right hands and women have long left hands, and this structure is used to lead ah. The Chinese ancients were really, so romantic.
"Sometimes the shu are decaying, but the zhuang is still able to strike." If I want to make my mourning decay, I am afraid that only Xuezhuangzi has broken the hammer. (We have all heard that after the death of Zhuang's wife, Wei Xianghuizi went to mourn and saw his old friend Zhuangzi with his legs spread apart, sitting on the ground knocking on the tile pot.) He asked Zhuangzi curiously why, and Zhuangzi said: My wife just died a few days ago, I was also very uncomfortable, and now I am looking for Xiao San, no, no, no! Now I have realized the Tao: one life, one autumn of grass and trees. My wife's birth, old age, illness and death are like the cycle of the four seasons, which is a kind of law. We will not discuss for the time being what Zhuangzi did, but we only know that it is difficult to relieve grief by beating the hammer.
I wanted Pan Yuexue to comfort himself, but the result could only be to pat his ass, stand up and ask: What does it have to do with my grief that I know that my wife will always die? The mood here can only be described by the words of Yi Anjushi: there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown, but I am on my mind.