Author: Insight Ciyu
When people come to the festival, they have the longest affection.
On October 14, another year of autumn winds, another year of heavy sun.
In "Night Sailing Ship", Zhang Dai explained the naming of the Chongyang Festival as follows:
Nine is the yang number, and its day and moon correspond together, so it is called "chongyang".
The ancients believed that the ninth day of the first month of September was an auspicious day, so on this day, they would ascend to pray for blessings, visit the chrysanthemums in autumn, worship the gods and ancestors, and drink and pray for life.
The poet inker will also be angry with the times, with poetry, and put thousands of thoughts between sentences.
Here are 5 poems about Chongyang, if you read it, you will also understand the Chinese Chongyang Festival.
01
"September 9th Remembers the Shandong Brothers"
Wang wei
Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives.
The Haruka brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person planted everywhere.
Chongyang Festival, together with Chinese New Year's Eve Festival, Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival, is called the four traditional Chinese ancestral festivals.
Therefore, whenever chongyang occurs, wanderers who live in other places are prone to homesickness.
In the third year of Tang Xuanzong's reign, Wang Wei went to Chang'an alone in order to gain a meritorious name.
At the banquet of the dignitaries, he saw the exotic whirling dance, and his heart fluttered.
On the magnificent Suzaku Street, he saw the city full of lights, and his eyes were dazzled.
But the hustle and bustle fades, and it is all lonely.
Looking around, there are no friends to talk about the scenery, no family to complain about.
On the day of Chongyang Festival, Wang Wei's homesickness could not stop brewing and fermenting, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, thinking of my relatives every festive season."
It's like people wandering away.
Maybe it is a teenager in his twenties, going to run alone, trying to get ahead, but repeatedly hitting a wall; full of enthusiasm for the future, but often feeling powerless in reality, like a leaf of duckweed.
Maybe it is forty or fifty middle-aged, there are old people, there are small ones, the family stays in the hometown, they go out early and return late in the city, they cut down on food and clothing, to earn a hope, but no matter how long they live, they are always incompatible with the prosperity of the city.
At this time, home thousands of miles away has become a touch of softness in the heart and has become the greatest comfort in life.
The weary bird thinks of the nest, and the fallen leaves return to the roots.
When we were young, we desperately wanted to escape from our hometown; when we understood things, we missed the original place a thousand times.
The world changes, under the friction of the years, all the imprints gradually blur, but the outline of the hometown is becoming clearer.
02
"Passing the Old Man's Village"
Meng Haoran
The old man had a chicken and invited me to the Tian family.
The green tree village is on the edge, and the green mountain is oblique.
Open the noodle garden and put the wine into the mulberry.
Stay until the day of the sun, and return the chrysanthemum.
There is a cloud in the Jingchu Chronicle: "On the ninth day of September, the four peoples were invited to a wild feast. ”
Since the Three Kingdoms Wei and Jin Dynasties, it has become fashionable to drink at Chongyang parties.
Friends prepared a sumptuous farmhouse dish, and Meng Haoran gladly went there.
They looked out the window at the green forest and the mountains lying across them, and they were so uncomfortable and happy.
They occasionally make a liquor order, touch a glass, and indulge in a bitter drink. After drinking and eating, gossiping about agricultural matters such as mulberry and ma, chatting happily.
These scenes, when fished up after many years, became the white moonlight that lingered in Meng Haoran's heart.
The deep affection between each other, the inadvertent joy in life, are hidden in the days of reunion.
As we get older, this feeling becomes particularly profound:
I made an appointment with a group of friends to have a drink on a certain day of a certain month, but the plan could not catch up with the change, some people had to take care of their children, some people had to work overtime to make a living, and the day of meeting was repeatedly delayed.
Shouting that family members were all present, specially prepared a family feast full of color and fragrance, and when the day of the heart and mind came, there were always absent people at the reunion table.
The number of meetings is getting less and less every year; the time spent together is shorter than once.
At this time, I understood: the closest relatives are on the side, and the friends are always accompanied, which is a great joy in the world.
The taste of Chongyang and the fun of life are hidden in such a reunion.
03
"Huan Xi Sha Heavy Nine Old Rhymes"
Su shi
Bai Xue cleared the words out of the sitting room, and the love of the king was complete.
The scenery of the foreign land remains.
Hateful encounters can last a few days, I don't know what year it will be.
Look more closely at It.
How joyful it is to be together, how sad it is to be parted.
On the eve of Chongyang in 1074, Su Shi and his friends drank and enjoyed the scenery, paraded the streets and spent a few happy days.
But when he said goodbye, Su Shi was sad in his heart, not knowing when the two would meet again.
You can only borrow the festival of Zhu Yun, and make a wish and see you again.
Su Shi's gatherings and dispersions with relatives and friends in his life are uncertain.
Su Shi and his younger brother Su Rui had a strong affection and studied together, but later they went to the local government as officials, and because of their official duties, they did not meet for seven years.
Su Shi and Huang Tingjian were each other's confidants, and together they gave answers and sang harmony, but as they were degraded one after another, they saw each other indefinitely, and in the days to come, they could only occasionally greet each other with letters.
Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.
Like Su Shi, the life of each of us is a life of farewell.
Whether it is a farewell of life or death, many stories end in a hurry without a sound.
There is no folded willow sending by the Changting Ancient Road, there is no treasure to persuade the jun to make a glass of wine, but in an early morning like usual, some people will always stay in yesterday and stay in the memory.
Zhang Xiaoxian once asked herself and replied: "After parting, will we still see each other tomorrow?" Tomorrow, perhaps, is the end of the world. ”
All the differences are so unexpected.
All goodbyes have the meaning of not knowing when to say goodbye.
People rush to the road in this life, and it is the norm of life to know that there is no difference in friendship.
Therefore, it is better to take advantage of the fact that we can still meet each other, and cherish the good hugs that should be cherished.
04
"Drunken Flowers, Misty Clouds And Sorrow Forever Day"
Li Qingzhao
Mist thick clouds worry about eternal day, Rui brain pin golden beast.
Festive and heavy sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night.
After the east hedge put the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves.
Mo Dao does not lose his soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
In the "Tokyo Dream Record", the grand situation of the Chongyang Festival during the Northern Song Dynasty is vividly recorded:
"In September, there are several kinds of chrysanthemums... On the previous day or two, each was sent with flour steamed cakes, and a small flag was cut on it, and fruits such as pomegranate seeds, chestnut yellow, ginkgo biloba, pine nut meat and the like were inserted. ”
Some of them sat around and ate flower cakes, some of them enjoyed chrysanthemums and drank chrysanthemum wine, and some of them went to the house to plant chrysanthemums...
On such a big day, the ancients would choose to spend good time with those close to them.
In the second year of Chongzhen's Chongyang Festival, Zhao Mingcheng happened to be on a long trip, and Li Qingzhao was at home alone.
She dots her lips and paints rouge, but no one appreciates it, and she feels bored.
She was perfumed in clusters of chrysanthemums, but no one was playing, and she felt too cold and clear.
If the people who miss are not there, the festival, although lively, has lost its meaning.
On the contrary, when recalling the bits and pieces of daily life, Li Qingzhao sighed, "I really want to live like this for a lifetime."
She and Zhao Mingcheng would cook tea in the small stove while playing a game of guessing the pages.
They bought the inscriptions, calligraphy and paintings, played with them together, and studied and studied together.
Those ordinary days in the twilight have their own thousands of styles.
Sanmao once said: "The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the long stream of thin water is not only the friendship of gentlemen, but also the love." ”
Only after reading the Chongyang Festival can I understand the preciousness of companionship.
Whether it is the occasional quarrel or the triviality of pots and pans, there is a deep affection for each other.
For ordinary couples in the world, the real subtle and long happiness is within reach.
05
"Nine Days of QiShan Ascending"
Du Mu
Jiang Han autumn shadow goose first flew, with the guest carrying the pot on the Cuiwei.
It is rare for the world to smile, and the chrysanthemums must be inserted into the head.
But the tincture will be rewarded for the festival, and there is no need to climb the hated sunset.
This has only been the case in the past and the present, so why should Niu Shan be clothed alone?
Chongyang is the season when the clear qi rises and the turbid qi sinks.
As a result, the folk have the custom of ascending to enjoy the pure air, and when you climb to the top of the peak and look at the vast rivers, you feel relaxed and happy.
On the day of Tang Huichang's five years of heavy sunshine, Du Mu ascended Mount Qi.
At that time, Du Mu and his friends were full of resentment because of their nostalgia.
But on the top of Mount Qi, Du Mu breathed in the refreshing air, and when he saw the blue sky, the depressed qi in his chest suddenly swept away.
Life is full of worries, so why bother with it all the time; the world is impermanent, how can we ask for everything to be done?
Camus once said: "I don't expect life to always go well, but I hope that when it comes to life difficulties, I can be its opponent." ”
Red dust is rolling in, there are many tribulations, and we will always encounter all kinds of lows.
The unbearable weight of life makes people almost collapse; after much effort at work, there is still no hope.
But as Mu Xin said: "The so-called bottomless abyss, going down is also a long way ahead." ”
Water to desperate situation is a landscape, and man to desperate situation is rebirth.
A person's fortune is like the rotation of these four seasons, and after each sad winter, it is spring and warm flowers.
A person's life is like a heavy sun ascending, as long as the heart is open,all you see is the scenery.
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In the five poems of the ancients, we understand the constant thoughts of the mountains and seas, witness the joy of reunion for thousands of miles, and understand the way of dealing with the world.
The poem seems to be written in Chongyang, but in fact it is about life.
On the occasion of this Chongyang Festival, may you have someone to think, someone to hope, may you have sunshine in your heart, and you will get everything you want.
Give it a thumbs up, on the day of the autumn breeze, send the most sincere blessings to those who miss it.