Qu Yuan's Essay 1 There is a long way to go, and I will go up and down. -inscription
Once, on a silent night, I imagined a lonely soul wandering alone by the Miluo River, accompanied by lofty ideals. What kind of scene will that be? ...
At sunset, a man with gaunt face, long hair shawl and breezy clothes came to the bank of Miluo River with heavy steps, and his figure was elongated by the bloody sunset. I only heard him say, "the clear water of the surging waves can lead me to tassel;" Turbid water, turbid water, is enough for me. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone. The world is turbid, I am alone. " Then he jumped. as everyone knows ...
"Chu Huaiwang, how can you be so credulous? Why are you avoiding me? When will you understand my childlike innocence? Chu Huaiwang! " He murmured, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Before long, he woke up from his dream and opened his eyes. I only saw an old man in his sixties. His weather-beaten face is engraved with traces left by years, and his eyes are deep and bright. He asked in surprise, "Where is this and why am I here?" He was completely ignorant of the scenery around him, as if he had come to another world. The old woman came up with a bowl of soup and medicine and said, "You drink first. This is the Miluo River. Our village is isolated from the world and the transportation is inconvenient. Few people come. " Seeing that you dress like an ancient man, I really don't understand the minds of young people now. I brought you a suit. I wonder if you can wear it. ""Grandpa, thank you for saving me. How can I repay you? " The old woman smiled and said, "Take care of yourself first, rest assured here, and wait until you are well! " "
In this way, he stayed for two days and found that the village was not rich, and people lived a hard life, just like the people of Chu. But the folk customs here are simple, and you won't sigh because of the hardships of life. Instead, take action and slowly change this life with your own small strength. Qu Yuan thought of his own people, and he hoped that the people of Chu could make Chu prosperous and strong with their own meager strength, just like them, but it was impossible. The country was destroyed and people were displaced. These days, Qu Yuan spent most of the day helping the old woman, and spent his spare time exploring this country different from Chu in the afternoon. He came to a shabby house, the table was full of dirt, and the broken benches of different sizes were neatly arranged. Many children sit here and listen to the lecture carefully. This reminded him of giving lectures to Chu Huaiwang's sons, and he burst into tears.
Back to the old woman's house, the granddaughter just came home from school and finished the homework assigned to her by the teacher. She opened an old book and read it aloud. Qu Yuan looked into her bright eyes, but she couldn't see any sadness and self-pity about the hard life. Maybe it was because she was used to it, or maybe her young mind didn't know what suffering was, and her eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown and thirst for knowledge. "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself ~" The little girl's crisp voice suddenly knocked into his heart, and Qu Yuan listened thoughtfully and stared at the distance.
Before dawn the next day, he said goodbye to the old woman. He came to the place where he had jumped into the river before. "It was stupid to jump from here before, and the demise of Chu is an unchangeable fact, but the people of Chu are still there and the country is dead, but as long as the people still have this love for Chu, Chu is eternal history and will never die. I shouldn't always dream. I want to do things with practical actions. Chu still needs me, and the people of Chu still need me. You can't affect your mood because of the quality of things, don't give up your life because of setbacks, and don't forget your ideals and ambitions. "
At sunset, he was walking along the Miluo River, and his shadow was very long. ...
There are only two ways for Qu Yuan to write composition 2: one is to keep pace with the times, and the other is to stick to moral integrity. Qu Yuan chose the second one without hesitation.
To get this far, he needs great courage: what he needs to abandon is his life and his country. He clearly realized that the blood line of this family, whose ancestor was Qu, had declined irretrievably. The stupid and absurd king who once served will eventually die in another country; The newly established king stepped up his efforts. It's useless to use him, but to demote him as far away as possible. As a loyal courtier, what is there to say? No longer "bow down" for it, you can only devote yourself to your fantasy world. According to etiquette, disloyalty of courtiers is a great sin. Qu Yuan also has this idea. Even in the pure land he created, he would not hide his guilt and guilt. This is the price of resolutely serving the country. Stick to that great ambition, who can know that pain?
And giving up is only in an instant. The scene of the dialogue between the fisherman and Qu Yuan is still vivid. Although it is impossible to verify whether there is such a time in history, it shows from the side that the "saints" at that time often passed away from the world. The "saints" wander the world and live the life of the primitive Taoist prototype. If something goes wrong, you can do whatever you want and become a "saint" if you join the WTO. What's the fun? Giving up integrity is as simple as taking a bath. In an instant, my heart was washed away without reservation. In Qu Yuan's view, this is absolutely unacceptable. "Go to Kunlun to eat jade, live with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon", what an imposing manner it is to confess the ideal! Surrounded by such thoughts, how can you think about drag out an ignoble existence? If you drag out an ignoble existence, how can you live with heaven and earth and shine with the sun and the moon? I would rather save myself in despair than be a courtier who gives up morality and loses conscience.
Qu Yuan saw all this so thoroughly. "There is no need for loyalty or virtue." People who are loyal, filial and righteous will also be born at inappropriate times. Since you can't contribute your strength, it is more meaningful to sink into a world where you are no longer desperate than to live in a world of guilt. Those who have confidence in the future will definitely choose to stick to it.
Hundreds of years after him, the princes scuffled and were no longer at peace. It was not until the Han Dynasty, where Sima Qian lived, was established that the situation stabilized. Sima Qian, who had been separated from Qu Yuan for a long time, also made the same choice as Qu Yuan. Being imprisoned, he insisted on keeping his ambition, but giving up at this time became death. He won't have to suffer so much when he dies, so he's relieved. But what's the point? Former Qu Yuan drowned himself because he felt that he was floating on earth and could not realize the value of life. At this time, Sima Qian only committed a shameful crime in a humble capacity similar to a eunuch. Everyone is as light as a feather. How can he ruin his precious life by saying "I don't want to live"? It is clear at a glance whether such a life is to persist or give up. In the face of disaster, Sima Qian finally understood the meaning of life and death and stuck to his value as a historian.
Further, I thought of Bruno in Italy. Until the moment I was burned to death, the wind rolled up the fire and I said, "Fire can't conquer me! The future world will understand my value! " Make the die-hards tremble. Stick to the truth, stick to your principles, and give up all opportunities to bow to the church. His achievements in history will be remembered forever.
This is what the great ancestors of mankind did. Facing the impact of reality, stick to yourself and never give up in order to go further.
On Quyuan's Composition 3 Through the fog of history, looking at the Miluo River in the south of the Yangtze River more than 2,300 years ago, it is faintly visible that an old man who is faltering and haggard walks along the river bank. His tired face, dusty face, can't hide the color of solemnity, and his muddy eyes full of vicissitudes and confusion are looking in the direction of Du Ying.
There is chaos between heaven and earth, and everyone keeps their eyes closed, unwilling to wake up and face the decline of the country. The nobles clung to power and wealth and let their lives slip away; The people are in dire straits, and their old smiles gradually fade away. He is the only person in the world who remains sober and just, but this sobriety can only bring him more pain than ordinary people, and it is useless to this country which is already in its infancy. Now that the country has been destroyed, what's the point of leaving this inspection agency empty? Only by donating blood to the old country with this innocent body can we eliminate the inner pain! So, this poet, who seemed too mysterious and aloof for me after 2300 years, sang the poem "Don't let me die, I hope I don't love you" loudly, entered the clear and cold river, and ended his brilliant but tragic life like a meteor. After a while, the river returned to calm and flowed tirelessly. It gave the poet the peace he wanted, but what the poet left him was a dragon boat legend and an ancient poem Li Sao.
Yes, he is Qu Yuan. A great poet who has been praised and commemorated by people for more than two thousand years, he created Sao style and Chu ci. It has left a rich cultural heritage and spiritual wealth for the Chinese nation. His greatness shines through the ages, "although it is as glorious as the sun and the moon." However, this is what experts say. In my eyes, who neither understand history nor appreciate Chu Ci, Qu Yuan is a lonely soul and a spiritual totem of China literati.
Qu Yuan is lonely. He is a nobleman, born with dignity and pride. He is knowledgeable, witty and eloquent, proficient in politics and full of enthusiasm for rejuvenating the country. He is clever, but naive. He was immersed in the great cause of rejuvenating the country but forgot to win over the powerful ministers, which eventually led to slander. His nobility made him unable to tolerate any dirt, so he never went into the temple again and never had a chance to realize his ideal. His resentment made China a great poet, but it didn't help him save the declining country. He can't find a bosom friend, whether it's around the king of Chu, who is groggy and incompetent and likes to listen to greedy words, or among the people who generally believe in the negative view of "being worldly". Who is listening to your heart in the dead of night? Full of enthusiasm, nowhere to pour out, can only sing poetry in the bitter wind and rain in the exile, in order to slightly alleviate the inner pain.
Qu Yuan's life was bumpy and miserable, but his spirit can last forever, which was praised by scholars of all ages. He finally devoted himself to his old country, but therefore he no longer belongs to that crumbling country and that dark and bloody era, but belongs to eternal history. He is knowledgeable, emotional, passionate, full of ideals, detests evil as hatred, despises ugliness, attacks mercilessly and refuses to compromise. He is out of place everywhere, but he never regrets until the last moment of his life. He is the ideal idol of China literati. Therefore, in the eyes of future generations, Qu Yuan is no longer a living body, but a totem endowed with its own spiritual temperament and deeply worshipped by countless generations of virtuous literati.
Chu is a country full of myths, and Qu Yuan, who grew up in China, has also become a cultural myth. He is an innocent and pure god and can't live in this dangerous world. His arrival seems to be just to show people the mysterious ancient Chu style and add an unrepeatable bright color to the solemn cultural murals in China.
About Qu Yuan's composition 4 Long hair and wide robe, Yu Pei vanilla. This is my impression of you.
I remember your anger when you were robbed by Dr. Shangguan. At that time, Chu Huaiwang trusted you and accepted all your outspoken suggestions. He also dreamed of carrying forward the great cause of his ancestors and realizing the desire of reunification. He wants you to draft a constitutional order. You finished the draft, but this idea of reforming the political system touched the interests of the old aristocracy. Its representative, Dr. Shangguan, had to detain the draft and failed to do so. He just slandered you in Chu Huaiwang.
You think Chu Huaiwang's trust in you is worthy of repeated denigration by this traitor and villain, but the weakness of Chu Huaiwang's character still prevails. He alienated you from interfering in his unfinished business.
You sigh: "You complain about the mighty practice, but you don't look at people's hearts." You used to think that the state-owned sages could strengthen the country. You are eager for "American politics" and have great ambitions and enthusiasm for reform, but you have lost the trust of the monarch because of the illness of your daughters.
I feel sorry for you, but I also doubt: If you take Qu Yuan's advice and don't listen to the villain, can Chu escape the doom of extinction? You are impulsive, aloof, sensitive and romantic, any of which may be the fatal flaw of a politician. I think you must admit that as a politician, you need to be cautious and patient. You should let go of your own opinions and guide the situation. No, it doesn't mean that you are "breaking the rules and correcting mistakes". This is your quality and emotional intelligence requirement when you face Chu Huaiwang's personality weakness. And you are too straightforward, like an angular square, to blend into the smooth and flexible officialdom.
You know that. You described yourself as quitting the officialdom. "I have more horses than Xi, and I can't stay in the autumn." But in fact, your pace is fast and slow. Is this also your doubt about yourself? But Chu Huaiwang can't live up to your suspicions. He betrayed Qi, took the wrong road and died in another country.
I know how sad you were when you faced Chu Huaiwang's body. After Xiang Wang succeeded to the throne, you were framed again. Before you were exiled, the last thing you did for Chu was to summon the soul of Chu Huaiwang. You shouted, "The soul is back!" Count the dangers in all directions, east and west, north and south, and for the last time, give him an honest advice that once trusted you so much. If his soul really comes back, I wonder how he will feel when he sees that you are still in exile without his trust.
I also understand your disappointment in this era when you threw yourself into the river. You angrily accused: "the work of repairing customs is ingenious and changes the rules." Pick up the pen and ink to chase the Song Dynasty and compete with Zhou Rong. " You strongly criticize the absurdity of this era, and you want to talk to the world.
But the world is controlled by most opportunistic people, and you can't change anything.
So you fight this absurdity with death. I have seen such a sentence before: How deep is the Miluo River? The depth of the Miluo River is the "thickness" of China culture.
You have written so many poems that have been told by later generations for thousands of years. Although the pronunciation of modern Chinese is very different from that of you at that time, those poems with three sighs still strike a sound in everyone's heart. The flute of history is suffocating, and this sound is one of the crisp and distinctive notes.
Now your name has gone through thousands of years, and it has been recited and remembered by us together with the five-day and three-day holidays on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month.
There are thousands of years of history about Quyuan's composition in China. In my dream, I wandered alone, wonderfully regressing with time and coming to the end of ancient times. I turned around and saw you by the Miluo River, a lonely figure. I looked at him carefully. Dressed in white, his fortune is a bit messy, full of vicissitudes and lonely faces, holding a glass and slightly drunk. ......
He's laughing! He is crying. I want to be close to you, but I'm afraid of being proud of it. I am determined to turn my head and become a swan song, so I have to pick up books and look for your breath. The breeze gently blows up the pages of the book, which seems to be mixed with a hint of vanilla and hidden in the peach blossom garden of his own spirit, enjoying leisure alone.
During the Warring States period, horns sounded everywhere and yellow sand filled the sky. You struggled and stumbled in the stormy weather, but you never fell down. You shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending the country with your thin but powerful shoulders. However, Huang Zhong abandoned it, and the chaotic Chu State was in danger. The fatuous King of Chu listened to rumors and turned a blind eye to your loyalty and wisdom. Your thin body has gradually become overwhelmed. Who can help you at this time?
Finally, you have to put on your hair. "If you take a long breath to hide your tears, you will mourn the hardships of people's lives." After witnessing the decline of the whole world, you hid your face and wept. You turned your enthusiasm into a eulogy, mourning for your country. The wind in autumn and winter, the flag that covers the sky and covers the sun, engraves all the scars on your broken heart and spreads in the tired pain. After crying for a few days, my eyes are still like torches. "I can't change my mind and do as the Romans do, but I will be sad and eventually become poor."
He came, came to the Miluo River, where he was full of unrequited love. He looked into the distance. Shangguan pug wagged its tail at the king, and the stupid king was played in his palm. As soon as he turned around, the people cried and begged him to stay, and the children read "Li Sao" loudly. He laughed, laughed at the traitor and surprised the king. He cried, people cried, people cried. His tears, dripping on the glass; Ripples. He is brilliant, noble and upright; The king can't see! The national crisis is imminent and the national situation is grim; The king can't see! Qin Wang's smile hides the knife and the temptation of interests; The king can't see! King Gao was blinded by beautiful lies and attractive interests! He felt distressed and smiled wryly; Tears, tears, tears, tears. He opened his hand, and I saw fiery loyalty! He shook his head, and I saw deep despair! He sighed, and I saw deep helplessness! He raised his hand and spilled the wine in the cup on the floor. I woke up and wanted to hug him. And he, with a bow on his shoulder. The river flowed westward, and I never saw him again. The passing river ended his life, but his soul was immortal.
To be or not to be-do you still need an answer? How can a tenacious bluegrass like you turn your back on the people of your motherland? I look at you with tears in my eyes, wearing a high crown and a blue grass skirt, chanting "I am fine in Yushan, although I have no regrets after nine deaths". I am alone in the turbulent world, and I wake up alone when everyone is drunk. I sighed sadly and jumped into the Miluo River. When you die, you can realize your ambition. You can live up to your ambition when you die. Qu Yuan, go well. Get what you want, go! For two thousand years, you have stood still. It's been two thousand years, and it's time to get tired.
"If I am not as good as me, I am afraid it has something to do with my age." Li Sao is really difficult to understand, but every child in the classroom is silently writing and reciting.
Is there any quieter food in the world than zongzi? Just like the turbid return air silently conveys your feelings, we suck the water in Miluo, read the poems you left behind, and finish your unfinished business ... Please keep the wind blowing and the river flowing.
Maybe it's fate that you will accumulate the glory of the whole world and become the tallest person in that era.
Maybe it's fate that got you into a tortuous career and made you play the most beautiful music in the shortest time.
Looking back at his early years, Zhang Ming made great efforts to govern and even opposed Qin. You once won the trust of Chu Huaiwang and had a good time. However, it's too cold up there. Treacherous men can't hold you, nor can Qin, who wants to dominate the world, and even what you regard as spirit and beauty will expel you. You are the one who mistook your master. Wang Huai, a fatuous and incompetent person, actually listened to the rhetoric of Zhang Yi, the slanderous remarks of Zheng Xiu and Shanxi merchants, but ignored your earnest advice. The alliance of the yellow thorns was established, and you lived in Jiangbei. Chu lost the alliance with Qi, and the soldiers lost the city. However, the confused Chu Huaiwang still hasn't learned the lesson. No matter how you prevented him from attending the banquet of the Hongmen in Qin, he was still trapped. The king of Chu ate his own fruit and never came back. You went to help the king, but once again you were trapped by Mi Lan and Shanxi merchants.
This time, from Du Ying to Xiashou, from Dongting to the Yangtze River, from Xiapu to Lingyang.
Qingyun was dressed in white, holding a long arrow and shooting at Sirius. That's where your life really begins.
There, you will never stop pursuing. In the days of exile, you still bear the responsibility of a minister and explore the road of strengthening the country with rich soldiers. From the riverside came the heroic bugle: "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will search up and down." Being demoted, I always have my home country in my heart. "It's hard to hide tears and lament that people's lives are hard." It has always been your best wish to guide the way forward for Chu. "Take a horse to gallop, and come to my way first." The road of life is uncertain, and you are all over the world. You have never complained about your ill-fated life. "My heart is also good. Although I died nine times, I still have no regrets." Vanilla beauty, walking gracefully, strolling in the palace you yearn for. You are pursuing "Mulan Xi in the morning and returning to the wild at dusk", and you are eager to "pick hibiscus as clothes and plant a hundred acres of flowers", and "beautiful politics" fills your chest.
However, how can all this be alienated by the king? "Yuan has a pity and dares not speak." Walking on the river bank, but no one can understand your inner voice, "why is the belief of the soul straightforward?" People's hearts are different from mine. " For you, "the whole world is cloudy and I am the only one" can only lead to sadness. After all, "I can't change my mind and do as the Romans do, so I will end up poor."
It's raining, it's wet, and it's soaked all your ideals. What was originally like a day's wandering trip in Sanqiu vanished with the phrase "Ying Du is broken".
The autumn wind curled up and the leaves rustled. The river is raging, so it is better to go to Hunan. Can your bright moon-like soul be contaminated with the dirty dust in this world?
Hunan has been a Jedi for a long time.
Colorful and changeable, how can we go for a long time? Zilan's skirt has turned to dust. Where are Zheng Xiu's dance sleeves? In 2000, several generations trampled on the world of mortals, abandoned many dignitaries, and crushed many decays and glories. But she used thousands of years to accumulate the essence of the sun and the moon, in the first chapter of patriotism and literature, engraved you as the embodiment of regularity and spiritual equality. You buried your vanilla beauty in despair, but future generations will continue her forever. This is historical memory, literary memory and national memory!
The bubbling water is still cold.
I see, for two thousand years, there has always been a figure dressed in white on the bank of Chuze, walking and singing day and night. ...