"Coming Home at Dusk" is a poem by Jiang Shiquan, a talented son of the Qing Dynasty, who feels nostalgic for his mother's love, and a sentence that "humbles the son of man, does not dare to sigh the wind and dust" has poked the hearts of countless wanderers. This classic chant circulated Huang Pinyuan singing this poem, which also evoked a memory of Sabine, who forgot his agreement with his mother in college and cried guiltily. For every child, the mother may be the greatest hero of life.
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You grew up with me, I grew old with you!
After listening to this song, I burst into tears
Where there are relatives is home
Twilight arrived home
Qing Jiang Shiquan
The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty.
The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new.
Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly.
Humble the Son of Man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust.
Good news is not good news
It is the common tacit understanding of the wanderers
Whenever confronted with a mother's concerned inquiry:
"Isn't it hard to be outside?"
Children who are unable to accompany their families
I felt even more guilty
I can't bear to tell my mother about the wind and dust of the wandering
In fact, such a touching affection
It was more than two hundred years ago
It was written into a poem by a wanderer
Qianjia period
There was a talented man of letters
Less with Wang Xuan, Yang Gao, Zhao Youyi
And called "Jiangxi Four Talents"
The poem, together with Yuan Ming and Zhao Yi, is called "The Three Greats of Jiang Right"
Opera was also known as the Qing Dynasty
He is the famous writer and opera composer Jiang Shiquan
And his achievements
Inseparable from a special teacher in life -
Mother's education and edification
In his early years, Jiang Shiquan's family was poor
But no matter how hard the days are
The mother still does not forget to teach her son strictly
Tutor your son to become a talent
When he was 4 years old, his mother "broke bamboo into words"
After he remembered a word, he scattered it
The next day, let my son use bamboo branches to form the words he has learned
Until he memorized
In the cold of winter, my mother sat on the bed
Holding a quilt to teach his son to read
Weaving at night, my mother put the book under her knees
Let Jiang Shiquan sit aside and read
It would even shake him up from his sleepiness
Urge him to continue learning
The mother taught her son to obtain the Law, and the class supervision was very strict
The heat and cold are intense and tireless
Jiang Shiquan was nine years old and familiar with many poems
When he was a teenager, his mother asked him to follow his father to "walk thousands of miles"
After becoming an adult, Jiang Shiquan traveled abroad and his poems gradually became famous
However, his heart was always on the family
In 1746, Jiang Shiquan rushed home on the eve of the end of the year
He saw that his mother had sewn for him with fine stitches
The ink marks of the family letter are still new
Stitch by stitch, word by word
All condensed with deep affection
On the occasion of a long goodbye reunion
The joy on her mother's face could not be concealed
However, she looked at it carefully
I always feel that the child is a little emaciated and haggard
Hurriedly asked about the hardships outside
I feel my mother's concern for me
Jiang Shiquan wrote the poem "The Twilight of the Year Arrives Home"
The language of the whole poem is simple and simple
But it is deeply moving and full of true feelings
Especially this sentence
"Humble people, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust"
It also speaks to the hearts of countless wanderers
Today, the classic singer Huang Pinyuan
Take the stage of "Classic Arias" - a tribute to the classics
He had the same deep feelings as Jiang Shiquan
Holding back tears, he sang this little poem from more than two hundred years ago
Singing to send homesickness and longing for mother
Huang Pinyuan's warm interpretation
It also evokes everyone's thoughts about their mothers
Liao Changyong recalls the kerosene lamp of his childhood
When I was a child, my mother stepped on a sewing machine next to an oil lamp
Sew new clothes for your children
As the poem goes, "The cold clothes are stitched and threaded."
Sabine sighed
I think back to when I was in college
Once, his mother visited him at school
And he accidentally forgot about it because he was busy
When Sabine suddenly remembered to rush to the guest house
It was already around eight or nine o'clock in the evening
Push open the door
Mother was eating instant noodles in a room without power
Sadness and guilt welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but cry bitterly
In the mother's heart
It is perfectly normal to wait for and care for children
But this made Sabine feel deeply "ashamed of the Son of Man"
Maternal love is silent and gentle
She condensed her concern into a warm greeting
Melt the love into every meal you make
Turn your thoughts into constant concerns
She is always able to perceive it delicately at the first time
Physical and psychological changes in children
Mother did not have a vigorous deed
Nor was there an earth-shattering feat
Yet for children
Mothers are the greatest heroes of life
Affection and filial piety
It always flows in the blood of the Chinese nation
Everyone's heart is hidden
Sincere love for parents
When you grew up with the people
Now full of gray hair, waiting for you to return home
May time be gentle
Can accompany parents to grow older
May all families be lit up and families reunited
The Son desires to be nurtured and is still there
It's great happiness
(Edited by Cui Zhilin)