Wedding night, for the first time.
1, from the four joys of prodigy poetry.
Step 2 enjoy
Thinking begins with poetry. I just hope my cultural background can support me to finish thinking. I'm just a guilty writer now-but what can you do? In the face of these works that are destined to make you pale, you have no choice but to be pale.
There is an ancient poem that has been handed down from generation to generation by the people for thousands of years. Even children who come home at dusk can recite a few words. Simple content and catchy rhymes are one of the main reasons for its popularity.
Listen to these words:
The son of heaven values heroes and heroes, and the article teaches two Cao. Nothing, but reading is high.
The court is Tian Shelang, and at dusk it is the palace of the son of heaven. There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant.
This is the rhythm of knowing each other. Poetry of a child prodigy, one of the classics of Mongolian learning, really needs no elaboration. It's just that after listening to ABC, today's "prodigy" can't blurt out such sentences any more.
In fact, most of the child prodigy poems defend the feudal rule and the cultural dictatorship of the Confucian system, but I stubbornly believe that it is not wrong to remember that "the mistakes of Mo Daoru are rewarded by reading", and these things cannot be passed down by books alone.
There are still many students and even scholars who read Tang poetry and Song poetry, but who else will touch the dust of history, such as "prodigy poetry" and "a thousand words"? Potatoes ... can only be ashamed? The word "no" I shouted out was so unconfident.
And nursery rhymes. "Senecio, he is green; Ten days, can't be born. " After completing the historical mission, are the nursery rhymes that were filled with political breath at the time of birth only lost in history? I only know that even Du Li's poems have been lost a lot, not to mention those nursery rhymes that were born with a little fear?
Is the Enlightenment (including nursery rhymes) gone away from us step by step?
Too many questions make me feel sorry for myself. I'm not here to make my own declaration as a Taoist guardian. How many guardians have been spurned by history. They were foolishly and vainly crushed by the wheel of history and floated in the wind, leaving no trace to prove that they once existed. But after the relentless long river of history roared by, what should be the name of the person who went back?
I didn't expect the topic that started with a child prodigy's poem to become so heavy unconsciously that I couldn't stay on, but somehow I remembered a few words, perhaps just a hope:
I have learned a lot since I was a child in college, and I aim high all my life. Others have swords, and I have pens like knives.
Farewell to Nineteen Ancient Poems
Love reading? No, I just want to forget it. ...
Nineteen Ancient Poems (Part 10)
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
"One of the prerequisites for human survival is to know how to love and be loved. Otherwise, even if he survives, it is not human survival." The famous saying of forgetting the source is just the footnote of this poem. No matter how lovesick it is, who knows that love and being loved will not be moved by it?
The Nineteen Ancient Poems we saw today, as a representative of five-character poems in Han Dynasty, was written by an anonymous person and first appeared in Selected Works. But who knows which spoony man, staring at the deep blue night sky, sang the quatrain of "water but no words". Did he burst into tears and what was his love story?
That has become a "story". ?