The weather is getting cooler, the hot and humid summer has passed, take advantage of a sunny day, clean up the clutter in the house.
An old-fashioned electric fan, standing silently on the sidelines, like an old family member, with its head bowed, waiting for your dispatch at any time.
Although every home now has air conditioning, sometimes in order to save energy and electricity, or want to greed for cool breeze alone, or use electric fans. I haven't used it for a few days, and now it seems that it is both old and redundant.
The fan was silent, mourning alone, I wondered, would it be my autumn thoughts that increased its sorrow. Now it looks a bit "dusty and frosty", and I can't help but toggle its switch.
I still did not start it, I was afraid that its roar would spoil the tranquility of such a rare autumn afternoon, I was afraid that its fan blades would fan out the dust that had accumulated on it, or forget it, I planned to scrub it, maybe next year.
After finishing up, I sat under the window and looked back at the location where the fan was just now, the imprint left by the base was still there, the autumn wind outside the house was gusting, a few yellow leaves fell to the ground, and I inexplicably had a feeling of time travel.
The Han Dynasty palace, the pepper wall mottled, but also the autumn cool scene, a concubine was sad, looked at a tuan fan in a daze, and whispered:
The newly made Qi Lu Su is as clean as frost and snow.
Tailored to acacia fans, the clusters resemble bright moons.
In and out of the sleeves of the king's arms, shake the breeze hair.
Often afraid of the autumn solstice, cool to seize the heat.
In the midst of abandonment, grace is in the end.
The concubine chanted as she held up her paw to wipe her tears and slowly turned her head to look out the window. I was afraid she would see me peeping and hurriedly bowed her head to hide.
A pain in his forehead hit the locker next to the couch, which turned out to be a dream.
I sat up, dumbfounded.
I know that this poem is the "Tuan Fan Song" by Ban Jieyu of the Han Dynasty.
Ban Jieyu was the concubine of Liu Xiao, the Emperor of Hancheng, who was born from everyone, was a talented woman and a beautiful woman, generous and virtuous. At first, he was repeatedly favored by the emperor and gave birth to a prince, but unfortunately died prematurely, and then did not have children. This seemed to hint at her bleak outlook.
Sure enough, after the Zhao sisters entered the palace, Ban Jieyu gradually fell out of favor, like an autumn fan abandoning the donation of the basket, and the kindness was absolute.
In later generations, many people have used the "autumn fan" classic, most women have become abandoned women, courtiers have become orphans, orphans can still send love to the landscape, and abandoned women often take care of their own pity, and the fate of ancient women is too bad, and they want to come to tears.
In addition to my sadness, I remembered two poems about autumn fans.
One is Du Mu's "Autumn Sunset"
Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light luo small fan fluttering firefly.
The night is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.
Du Mu's small poem is all cold in color, which makes people feel poignant when reading, and they have pity for the poet's characters. Tuan Fan is a close friend of ancient women, which can be used to drive away the heat and can be used to cover their faces, add charm and hide their shyness. It can also be a toy, accompanied by beautiful people fluttering fireflies, idle time. Helplessly, the night is already cold, or tomorrow, this light fan will be shelved.
The other is Naran's "Mulan Words • Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends"
If life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind and sorrow paint fan.
Waiting for idle changes is the heart of the old, but the old heart is changeable.
Lishan language strikes midnight, and the tears and rain ring bells will not complain at all.
How to be bo lucky Jinyi Lang, than the wings and branches of the day wish.
Getting along with the person you want is always when you first met, it is so sweet, so warm, so affectionate and happy. But why should you and I love each other, but why have we become today's separation? Now it is easy to change your heart, but you say that lovers are easy to change their hearts, just like this autumn fan.
Zhuo Wenjun's sentence "May the heart of a man be won, and the white head will not be separated" recalls Sima Xiangru. What's more, no matter how many Xue Tao notes, they can't send back Yuan Shu's original affection.
In the second year of Suihe, Emperor Cheng of Han collapsed at Weiyang Palace. After the death of Emperor Cheng of Han, Ban Jieyu asked to go to Emperor Cheng's mausoleum to guard the tomb for the rest of his life. Since then, the stone people and stone horses have spent her lonely and lonely old age together. About a year later, Ban Jieyu died of illness at the age of about fifty. After his death, he was buried in the mausoleum of the Hancheng Emperor.
Most of the women who were praised in ancient times were chaste and martyr women, and how much fortitude and desolation were hidden in the bread here was a lament for the emptiness of self-youth, the courage to complete the incompleteness of individual life, and the tolerance and indulgence of dedication to the entire family and the whole world.
Sad for a while, I got up and picked up a rag and wiped off the traces left on the floor by the fan.