"Poetry? 6? 1 Xiaoya? 6? 1 Jian Wei "
Before leaving home for war, the willows were gentle and danced with the wind. Now back home, snowflakes are flying all over the sky.
[Appreciation] Picking Wei is a poem describing a soldier who was sent to the frontier from the war and went home. These four sentences are famous sentences with a blend of scene and scene in the poem. The overlapping words of "Yiyi" and "Feifei" not only vividly describe the graceful figure and heavy snow of Liuzhi, but also reveal the inner world of this move. "Willows and Yiyi" shows his nostalgia for his relatives in his hometown when he went to the battlefield in spring. Rain and snow reminds us of many hardships he suffered during his journey, and it also sets off his grief and indignation after returning to China. Wang Fuzhi, a poet in A Qing, said that these four poems "write mourning with joy, mourn with Syaraku, and their sorrow is twice as enjoyable." (Jiang Zhai Shi Hua)
Pick the EU and the EU will stop. I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. The reason why the house is broken is because it is strictly controlled. The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home. Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. He said that he went home and went home again in October. The king is afraid of salt, and he doesn't care. Worried and guilty, I can't do it. What flowers are in full bloom? It's Tang Dihua. What kind of car is it? Gentleman's car, car driving, four acres of industry. How dare you settle down? 1 3rd of the month. Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang. How can you not be vigilant every day? Strict piercing. Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. Full of sadness, full of sadness, who experienced my sadness! The planning and launching of war is the activity of "meat eaters". Individuals who are forced to be involved in it can't grasp their own destiny, just like leaves fluttering with the wind. Little people who drift with the wind are allowed to play with their own destiny at will, all tired, sad, suffering, illness, aging and death, but they can't help sighing and screaming in the air. This is probably the only right and "property" left by ordinary soldiers.
With this right to sing sad songs, you won't offend your Excellency! The anxiety of homelessness, the boredom of living without a fixed place, the toil and fatigue of repeated battles and defeats, the pain of missing hometown, the feeling of personal fate, the hatred of invading enemies, the longing for a peaceful life, the sadness of touching the scene, the fear of impermanence of fate, and the indefinite waiting all impact sensitive and anxious hearts all the time. Singing them out is a kind of self-care and self-comfort, just like an injured animal, licking its own wounds, enduring its own pain and experiencing its own sadness.
If even the desire and instinct to cry are lost after the injury, it will be completely numb and materialized. For a soul accustomed to fate, pain and sadness, hardship, hardship and fatigue are not terrible. What is terrible is that I have lost my spirit and vitality as a living individual.
Sensitivity to sadness and pain not only shows the individual's real concern about his own living situation, but also shows the individual's self-awareness and will. The expression of sadness and pain is not only a helpless sigh and sorrow, but also a unique expression that is unwilling to endure pain and pain and unwilling to yield to fate. What it wants to tell us is that I am sad without me, I am miserable and helpless, but I don't want to, I refuse to accept it, I also have my own direction and pursuit, and I have my own value and dignity.
Individuals who can think and do this are actually not "small". From the point of view of his inability to control his own destiny, he is weak; Judging from his unwillingness to yield to fate and his own pursuit, he is remarkable. Because of this, it is no longer a simple matter to sing out one's inner sadness and pain, but even if the singer himself seems to do so inadvertently, his deep motivation is obvious.
The whole life is like a war. If you live, you will be forced to get involved in this war, and there will be sadness, pain, worry, fear and despair. Yearning for. Pursuit, helplessness and so on. Poetry expressing these experiences is itself a touching philosophy of existence.