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The Book of Poetry, also known as the Three Hundred Poems. Confucius said: Three hundred poems, the heart is innocent. There is a special "poetry collector" set up in the week, who goes deep into the folk every year to collect various folk songs and minor tunes, and then selects the best to pass on for chanting. Why? The one who is both ideological and melodic.
The legend originally had more than 2,000 articles, which were chopped and sawn by Old Master Kong, leaving only 311 articles, and the standard was: innocence. Later, it was a Confucian classic, the so-called "Book of Poetry". The rest is lost in the long river of history, and nowhere is it. According to the source and use, it is divided into "Wind", "Ya", and "Ode". To put it simply, "Wind" basically comes from the people, reflecting the life, labor, love and customs of the grass-roots people. "Ya" is a positive tone, generally used for noble scholars and doctors, yanbin, and ceremonies. It is divided into daya and small. "Ode" is the sound of the temple, and you can understand the background music of major events such as royal sacrifices.
Accompany old Li to learn the "Book of Poetry", first start with "Wind", wind, that is, the national wind. In the Preface to Mao's Poems, it is said: Wind, wind also, teach also. The wind has moved, teach it, weather it from above, and stab it with the wind below. That is to say, the "wind" at that time also had a function of transmitting information between the court and the people. Above, of course, refers to the upper court, the rulers, and the lower ones are the people of the dawn. Understood as the ruler using "wind" as a moral code of conduct and aesthetic standard to restrain and influence the people, the law at that time must not be very sound, and some flexible things outside the law are needed to unify everyone's will. Just like the Qiangua words in the I Ching: Yuan Henry Zhen can be said to be spring, summer, autumn and winter, but also represents benevolence and righteousness. Eight eight sixty-four gua, qiangua represents the heavenly path, represents the principle of heaven and earth and humanity, the so-called "heavenly walking, gentleman with self-improvement."
Then "up" is "wind", and "down" is stabbed with "wind". Stabbing, satirizing, and using folk songs to express inner pleasure and resentment to remind and correct rulers for their own revision and censorship and the shortcomings in governance. Thinking that the leaders of the royal family and the princes of that week were in the deep palace compound all year round, the transportation and network were not developed, and it was impossible to truly understand the moods and sorrows of the people, so it was an effective and romantic way to arrange the aforementioned "poetry collectors" to go deep into the folk to collect folk customs!
The theory of the Song Dynasty was further elaborated: such as things because of the movement of the wind to have a sound, and its sound is enough for animals to also. He further functionalized the Book of Verses.
Wind, that is, the national wind, including "Zhou Nan", "Zhao Nan", "Shao Feng", "Huang Feng", "Wei Feng", "Wang Feng", "Zheng Feng", "Qi Feng", "Wei Feng", "Tang Feng", "Qin Feng", "Chen Feng", "Juniper Wind", "Cao Feng", "Feng Feng", "Feng Feng", a total of 160 articles, collectively known as the Fifteen National Winds. It basically represents the sound of the wind and rain of the princes and countries around the Zhou royal family.
The first of the fifteen winds, "Wind", "Zhou Nan", refers to the area around the fiefdom of Zhou Gong ji dan, probably in the northeast of Shaanxi Province and the northwest of Hubei Province. There were also many lakes and swamps in ancient times, so it is not surprising that the first article we read the Book of Poetry, "Guan Ju", was born.
Let's read it again, although most Chinese are already familiar with it:
Guan Ju
Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Continent. Ladies and gentlemen.
Jagged lettuce, left and right. Ladies and gentlemen, covet it.
I can't ask for it, I can't help it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.
Jagged lettuce, left and right. Lady, Qin Ser yuzhi.
Jagged lettuce, left and right. Ladies and gentlemen, bells and drums.
Close your eyes and imagine, it is really a beautiful picture. In the early summer morning with a pleasant climate, the white mist is faint, a clear river full of soft water and grass, and reeds are born on both sides, oh, no one in the "Book of Poetry" does not say reeds, called crabapple. In the turquoise and moist grass at the water's edge stood three or two large-legged waterbirds with white feathers, making a sound of "Guan Guan" chirping. At this time, one of our beautiful maidens or village flowers, with a light flat boat, stepped out of the fog with microwaves, and the white flowing clothes fell in the morning wind. I believe that the inspiration for the goddess in Cao Zijian's "Roselle" also came from this.
There should be background music here, which can be pulled up by the euphemistic "Van A-Ling" or simply ring two crisp chimes. In short, the rhythm has to coincide with the swaying clear wave, and the melody of our heroine picking wild vegetable duckweed is tightly sewn and interesting and natural: jagged lettuce, left and right flowing; jagged lettuce, left and right lettuce...
It just so happens that our male protagonist got up early, was working by the river, encountered this picture, stunned, fell, confused, thinking of what he wanted, but he felt that he could not ask for it, only to go home to toss and turn alone. Imagine how he can attract and impress the beautiful mushroom, in fact, at that time he can think of a simple way, transform himself into a talented violinist, go to the qin seryou, go to the bell and drum music, nothing more, leaving unlimited imagination space for the reader, to the endless audience of future generations, let future generations in their hearts to complete him, or to regret and pity for him "can't ask for it"!
Touching it, a thousand-year-old love poem, no complicated scene description, no nine-curve ileum plot repetition. In a few words, a fresh and beautiful picture slowly unfolded in front of the eyes, a waterside encounter thousands of years ago floated by, and the beauty of the female protagonist reflected the sadness of the male protagonist, the more beautiful, the more sad. Encounters, a broken bridge encounter different from xu xianbai lady, a blue bridge encounter different from Cronin and Mara. The most bitter thing is that it may be a unrequited love affair of our male protagonist. It's been thousands of years, who knows.