The Book of Songs-Those Distant Letters

As we know, The Book of Songs is the beginning of China's ancient poems and the earliest collection of poems, some of which have a history of 3,000 years.

We also know that among the more than 300 poems in The Book of Songs, the author is no longer available for examination. Scattered among the people, it was compiled by Confucius in the Spring and Autumn Period, also known as 300 Poems.

We also know that it is divided into three parts: wind, elegance and praise. This is also the origin of the word elegance.

Before we read the Book of Songs, the above common sense has been instilled in our minds. Since then, the Book of Songs has formed an orthodox and profound impression.

But this runs counter to the appearance of most chapters in the Book of Songs when they were born.

In fact, most of them are very short, and they describe a very personal emotional feeling in very concise words.

It's not an annoying topic that requires memorization in textbooks-it's a vivid, natural and true language expression.

It was a willow tree, a peach tree, a guest of blowing sheng, and a graceful beauty.

From the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Spring and Autumn Period, wisdom and soul shone in the Sun Long and the moon for 500 years.

They come from different authors, different classes and different feelings, so these 300 articles have their own independent will and do not need to be "summarized" by any conclusion.

The Book of Songs has removed its solemn shell, that is, 300 letters in ancient times.

Come from someone, go to someone.

First of all, love letters

The words are sincere and worth listening to.

Strolling through the east gate of the city is as beautiful as a cloud. Although there are many clouds, I think of people. Yi took a towel and chatted with my staff.

He said that walking in the east gate of the city, there are many beautiful women like clouds in the sky. Although there are many clouds, they are not the people I miss. Only the white and green towel in my memory keeps reminding me.

This is a love poem from The Wind Out of the East Gate, which is emotionally unreasonable. From the day it was born, it was only for the owner of the white and green towel-he wanted to tell her: out of the East Gate, beautiful women were like clouds and turned a deaf ear.

As a love poem, the author of Jianjia is not so lucky as Out of the East Gate. His love letter is sent to a vanished past:

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Go back, the road is blocked and long. Go back to it, it's in the middle of the water.

He said that the waterfront reeds are pale and the dew condenses into frost. The person in my heart, she used to stand by the river. I want to go upstream, and the road is difficult and long. I want to go downstream, but I can't find her anywhere. She seems to be in the middle of the water.

I don't know why, the waterfront in the Book of Songs seems to be the holy land of love poems, just like this one is the most popular in the Book of Songs:

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.

This is the beginning of the Book of Songs, and it is a gentleman's yearning for a lady who is affectionate and polite.

He said, look at the small sandbar in the river. A pair of birds are singing and singing to each other. He said that a beautiful and dignified man is a man's eager companion.

He said that among the girls picking wild vegetables that day, he was thinking of you. There must be people like me who want to pursue you day and night.

I can't pursue it, and this yearning is endless, and I can't wait. I toss and turn at every sleepless moment.

This is "Guanju". No matter how far-fetched future generations are, you can find your own shadow in the first love period by reading it. Looking back, there must be a person who keeps you awake and makes you toss and turn. The elegant figure in the jagged leek is leisurely in your heart, like a light source in a dream.

Second, feast and joy.

There are not only love poems in the 300 letters of The Book of Songs.

"Xiaoya Luming Literature" recorded the joy of gathering with guests:

A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano. A blowing sheng reed, a basket of gifts. People are very kind to me, just like showing me the way.

He said that deer were twittering and eating wormwood in Yuan Ye. I have a group of guests, playing the piano and music. Guests hold baskets to present gifts, be friendly to others, and show the appearance of the world avenue.

This song was later changed into a famous short sentence by Cao Cao:

Singing to wine, life geometry! For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.

Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over.

A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.

There are mountains and rivers between the lines.

Third, the book of chaos

From the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Spring and Autumn Period, many people were separated in the war. Parting led to another kind of poem, which was included in The Book of Songs. I don't know whether these letters will arrive, such as "Xiaoya Cai Wei".

Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground. Go home, go home,/kloc-don't stop at the age of 0/8.

He said that bean sprouts were picked and picked, and Osmunda japonica just came out of the ground. I said I went home, but it hasn't come true by the end of the year.

In six paragraphs and sixty-four sentences, Cai Wei wrote all the hardships of this movement. He wrote at the end:

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. I think about it today, it's raining and snowing.

This is the scene when he finally went home and went back to his hometown. The author ends with this. He said that when he went to war, Yangliuyiyi was blown away by the wind. Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky. This is now, near my village, the people I met are neither human nor non-human, four sentences and sixteen characters, from an embarrassing and detached person.

Fourth, wonderful behaviors and gifts.

There are many wonderful sentences in The Book of Songs that are worth reading, such as congratulations on the wedding in Yao Tao:

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house.

Look at the peach blossoms in full bloom. This bride is like a peach blossom, which will bring peace and prosperity to your family.

There is another saying, I think everyone has heard of "generosity in life and death, inheriting the father's business." Hold your hand and grow old with your son "also comes from the Book of Songs.

The Book of Songs has never been shelved.

It comes from the widest class and describes the most empathetic emotions.

When you read, the backtracking between the four sentences,

Maybe we can trace the origin of these words,

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, storytelling novels began to spread.

Tsinghua listened to Dayuan in the zaju through his hand.

Through the Southern and Northern Dynasties in Red Tooth Monument or River of No Return,

Through the late Tang Dynasty in Shi Gui, poetry and wine became immortal,

Throughout the early Tang Dynasty, when the spring tide was surging,

Through the sleeves of Wei and Jin dynasties, through the corridors of Qin and Han dynasties,

Stars, the sun, the moon and dust that have traveled for 3,000 years,

Imagine a person about your size and appearance, setting foot on this land, what he sees and feels,

He wants to describe, eager for people to listen.

They used to live exactly the same life. Looking at them with our lives, 3,000 years is too long, but compared with the description in the Book of Songs, 3,000 years is around us in a trance.

At the end of this issue, I want to share a very long poem in the Book of Songs. We can think of it as a letter from a distant time. Perhaps the content of this letter is no stranger now:

first month of a season

Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me.

The man looked honest and took a piece of cloth in exchange for my silk. I didn't really come to exchange my silk, but to talk about marriage.

Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu. When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.

I'll bring you water, and you always have to find a matchmaker to contact me. Please don't be angry with me. We set autumn as the wedding date.

Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter.

I climbed the low wall and looked forward to your date. I cried when I didn't see you, but I smiled when I saw you.

Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.

You divined divination, but you didn't say we disagreed. You drive your car, and I'll take my dowry.

Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. In the nest, there is no mulberry; I am a girl, so I don't have to worry about it. The anxiety of scholars can still be said; You can't say a woman is worried.

In the flourishing stage of mulberry trees, Ban Duowei should not be greedy for my mulberries, and girls should not indulge in emotions. Men can get rid of love, but women can't extricate themselves.

Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old.

Qishui soup, curtain skirt. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.

Mulberry leaves have fallen and yellow leaves have fallen. I spent three years in poverty with you. I didn't do anything wrong, but you changed your mind.

Three years old, I am a woman, I am tired; Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty.

As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.

For three years, as a wife, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my family, but after things went as you wished, you became surly and cruel. Others don't know my situation, and only secretly mourn when I am alone.

Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate.

General's corner banquet, talking and laughing. Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!

The promise to grow old with you, now only resentment and happiness are left. I can't return it once. Memories of the past vows have long gone with the wind. Let's stop here, for these stories you abandoned.