1. From an ancient article, it is said that a man in ancient times made a puppet, and the puppet could move
From "Liezi·Tangwen"
King Mu of Zhou went on a hunting tour to the west, crossing Kunlun and not reaching Mount Yan. On the contrary, before it reached China, there was a sacrifice worker named Yanshi. King Mu recommended him and asked, "What can I do?" Yanshi said, "I only tried what I was ordered to do. However, I have already made something. I hope the king will observe it first." ” King Mu said, “As the day progresses, I will watch with Ruo.” The next day, Master Yan paid an audience with the king. Wang Jianzhi said: "Who is evil if you come with me?" He said to him: "I am the one who can encourage you." King Mu looked at him in surprise, and he looked down at him step by step, believing in him. If a skillful husband meets his Yi, the song will be in harmony with the rhythm; if he holds his hand, the dance will be in harmony with the rhythm. It’s ever-changing, just as you like. The king thought that he was a real person, so he watched it together with Sheng Ji's inner emperor. At the end of the skill, the advocate blinks his eyes and recruits the king's concubines. The king was furious and wanted to kill Master Yan. Yanshi was so frightened that he set up dissident advocates to show the king, all of whom were masters of leather, wood, glue, lacquer, white, black, red, and green. According to Wang Di, the liver, gallbladder, heart, lungs, spleen, kidneys, intestines, and stomach are on the inside, and the muscles, bones, joints, fur, teeth, and hair are on the outside. They are all fake, and they are all complete. The reunion was like the first time we met. If the king tries to cripple his heart, his mouth will be unable to speak; if his liver is crippled, his eyes will be unable to see; if his kidneys are crippled, his feet will be unable to walk. King Mu was delighted and sighed: "Can man's skill be equal to that of nature?" He ordered the two chariots to carry him home. Fu Banshu's cloud ladder and Mo Zhai's flying kite are said to be extremely capable. His disciple Jia Qinhuali of Dongmen heard about Master Yan's cleverness and told his second son. The second son never dared to talk about art all his life, but always adhered to the rules. 2. Who wrote the classical Chinese text about the silk-stringing opera?
There are three sources:
1. Wu Zimu's "Menglianglu·Hundred Opera Skills" in the Song Dynasty.
2. The poem "Watching Puppet" by Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty: "The wine shop has a feeling of string string play, and it also accompanies children to see the light." It is also called "Silk Puppet".
Translation: The wine shop has a feeling of concern for the game, and the children see the second companion. "Also known as "silk puppet".
3. Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty's "Qinyuan Chun·Ciqiang Yunqing Yun" lyrics: "Raise your eyes high and look at the silk puppets. Whoever makes the move will take it away." "
Extended information:
"Viewing Puppet" is written by Yi Shida. According to research, it is a poem from the Song Dynasty.
Text of the poem: Carve out the fake body shape If you touch the real thing, you will be energetic. After the sound of the drum and flute is stopped, you will still be a puppet. , still puppets at that time
Baidu Encyclopedia - String Opera 3. Prose about puppets
Puppet (prose poem) Author: Lin Qiuju
Stinging edge. The sky, a world is the reflection of a grain of sand. The rolling red dust, misty rain, and oil paper umbrella are metaphors. September is still young, and the quiet path will never be mentioned. Your heart is as cool as bamboo silk. /p>
The subtle fragrance of daytime. A scar is just a fate. It comes into being in the simple and natural poem. A haze dominates the sky in the evening, looking at the moon or leaning against the window to express my sorrow. Your thoughts are always holding Tang silk. The trembling of your hair in your hair is the sincerity that releases the ancient and elegant fragrance. The weight of heartache is like a beauty.
Life and death, life and death, are pure. They are always separated from each other. It has nothing to do with sin, but who has made the traces of time desolate. What you see in the dirt is the back of the dirt. This is a fable that has been followed for several generations. The prayers of the Zen heart in front of the Buddha's heart are as long as the destiny of the world.
The sound of the flute hits the tilt of the wooden cup of destiny. The long-lasting poetry is immortal. Just one drop of the rain and mist of the ice and snow intoxicates the world. .
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For details, please see reference material 4. Modern poems about puppets
1. Praise for puppets Author: Chun Guan layman
Master’s play within a play
Strange and magical
Behind the scenes
Achievements in front of the scenes
2. Puppet Fantasy (original) Author: Weiwei
p>Time passes through the fingers roughly
There is no blood
The soul dances in the pale without musical accompaniment
I am a stray The puppet wants to cry
But the tears have no outlet
Who is leading me?
Looking up at the sky
I can’t see that one Hands that turn all living beings upside down
Light body
Walking without center of gravity
Wind and rain merge into rivers and seas
but cannot be drowned
A forehead engraved with aspirations
All I want is
to find a kind land
to plant myself
to take root
Grow into a lush tree
That is a puppet's ambition puppet
I am a puppet that cannot speak
Go In that crowded street
All movements are mechanical repetition
The road under my feet is also controlled by people
I am a puppet who cannot speak< /p>
There is an eternal smile on my face
My eyes are filled with bitter and helpless tears
I feel the real pain alone
Puppet Puppet also wants to pursue
Puppet also has a dream
Puppet all the sacrifices
I just want to exchange for true friends
I just want to exchange for sincerity True Friend 5. Somersault Puppet Original text
I am not an ordinary little wooden puppet striding in the green forest.
As it walked, it thought: What will it see when walking through this forest? Is it the sea, the grassland, or another green forest? The little puppet was lost in thought when a little monster suddenly jumped out of the bushes! The little monster looks wrinkled, like a lump of wood. It put one hand on its waist and pointed at the puppet with the other and shouted: "Hey! That piece of wood! Stop!" "I'm not a piece of wood, I'm a puppet!" the puppet replied angrily.
"Isn't it wood?" The little monster approached the little puppet in confusion and smelled it carefully for a while. "You are just an ordinary piece of wood!" the little monster announced loudly, "I grew up eating wood, and I have been eating it for 300 years! You can't be wrong!" The little puppet was angry and anxious, and it thought: I must I have to prove to this little monster that I am not an ordinary piece of wood! "I can talk.
This proves that I am not an ordinary piece of wood at all!" said the little puppet. "This cannot be proved!" the little monster retorted loudly, "You are just bewitched! This is nothing special! Just wait and see!" The little monster found a piece of broken wood, and then took out a piece of wood from his pocket. A crooked wand.
"Look carefully." The little monster said as he tapped the broken wood with his wand.
The piece of wood immediately grew a big mouth and spoke in a lively voice: "You are just like me! It's just an ordinary piece of wood! Ordinary wood! Wood! Wood!..." The little puppet Angry, it shouted: "I can also do arithmetic problems and memorize the multiplication table! One to one is one, one to two is two, two to two is four, two to three is six, two to four is eight..." The little puppet Memorize the multiplication table from beginning to end in one breath. But the little monster still said: "It's nothing special!" The little monster pressed his wand, and the piece of broken wood began to chant in a strange voice: "I'm still sleeping in the spring, my stomach is growling, eat a big piece of wood, it tastes really good!" "See, it can even read poems!" the little monster said proudly, "but it is just like you, a broken piece of wood that has been enchanted!" After saying this, the little monster raised the piece of wood. , and ate it up with a bang, bang, bang, bang, as if eating a piece of popsicle.
The little puppet's heart was beating hard. If it can't be proven that it is not an ordinary piece of wood, it will definitely be eaten! It's still a brand new little puppet and it doesn't want to die! But the more anxious he became, the more empty his head felt and he couldn't think of a word.
"Haha! Just be obedient and let me eat it. You must taste very good..." The little monster approached the little puppet step by step. At this moment, they heard a scream: "Help!" Then, a pink little rabbit ran towards them desperately.
"Help me!" the little rabbit cried, "There is a monster chasing me from behind!" The little puppet picked up the pink little rabbit, and it felt the little rabbit trembling desperately in its arms. "Don't be afraid!" the little puppet comforted the little rabbit, "I will protect you!" The little monster eating wood looked at the little puppet in surprise.
Because the little puppet seemed to have forgotten that it was about to be eaten by a monster.
"Give me that rabbit!" A little monster with blue horns on its head appeared in front of them.
"Hello! It's you, old friend!" the wood-eating little monster said happily. It seems that these two little monsters know each other.
The little blue-horned monster just nodded with a straight face, and then turned to the little puppet: "Give me that rabbit! I have been chasing it for a long time!" The little puppet was so scared that his legs were shaking. It felt weak, but it bravely said: "No! This is my little rabbit! Why should I give it to you!" "It's yours?" The little blue-horned monster stared at the little puppet with suspicion, "How can you prove it? "Is it yours?" "I..." The little puppet didn't know how to answer. "I can prove it."
The wood-eating little monster suddenly said, "Don't you still believe in an old friend?" "What a disappointment!" The blue-horned little monster walked away unhappy. The little puppet looked at the back of the blue-horned monster, feeling a little dazed.
"It only eats things that no one wants, just like I only eat wood." The little monster eating wood explained to the little puppet.
The little puppet then remembered that it was about to be eaten by the little wood-eating monster. But the little monster eating wood said kindly: "I won't eat you.
I now believe that you are not an ordinary piece of wood. You have a real heart.
Wood has no heart, even if it is enchanted." The little puppet smiled happily.
It finally proved itself. As long as you have a true heart, it doesn't matter even if your body is made of wood. 6. Interpretation of Cheng Shili's poem "Puppet"
Puppet
Cheng Shili
It doesn't hurt
Just scrape it off
Happy dust
Itches - but can’t stay
Those painful dirt
Bouncing pomegranate skirt
Sprinkle over
I hollow out your body with lovesickness
Your body
Caress your throat and find your core
Obsession and tongue flame
< p> Igniting the graceful dancePurgatory
The blade of love
Crossing the sensitive form
Stinging the nerves
The clamoring soul thunders and lightning
Love! Your blood
is my path back
The sunset is deep in the clouds
Life is swaying in immortality
Deformed eyes< /p>
Burning the beautiful shadow
The blade of disharmony
Peeling away the fragmented world feelings
Night
Blooming while confessing
Under the grape trellis
Who is selling Chanel’s dream
The dawn is still there
The spring is bright and green, the mountains are green and the water is green
Please open
The envelope of Wangfushi in the Time River
I tried my best to translate, I hope everyone will not make fun of it. Due to the limited level, imperfections are inevitable.
Poetry is telepathic in nature and cannot be translated, so what I do is useless. I just open a window through which jade light can shine through for friends who like poetry.
Puppet, this is a good topic. In real life, we gradually grow up from children to adults. Who can still remember your childhood dreams? How many people, for various reasons, have changed their original intentions? How many people have given up their thoughts, ideals, and the most beautiful things in life in order to live, and have been carved into puppets by reality!
It doesn’t hurt
Just scrape off
Happy dust
Can it not hurt? Those dreams that shocked the soul, those youthful ideals, were scratched away. Use a knife.
Itch - but don't leave behind those painful dirt
The itching after the pain is even more uncomfortable. How many people have turned their ideals into dirt!
Bouncing pomegranate skirt
Falling in the past
But the reality is like this, what can we do? Still he raised his head and walked forward gracefully. Move forward for life.
I hollow out my body with lovesickness
Your body
Do you remember your first love? The first love hidden deep in your memory, hidden in a corner of your heart. Maybe some evening, some night. Memories will wake up suddenly and sting you hard! Who has been hollowed out by the lingering lovesickness?
Touch your throat and ask for your core
Obsession and tongue flame
Ignite the graceful dance
Purgatory
It is really a purgatory, the nirvana of a phoenix. The thoughts that fall on the pillow in the sleepless night are not tears, but the longing for you that I don’t want to leave you for a long time! This longing has cultivated your soul and purified your heart. From it, you have learned about life and the great love in life.
The blade of love
Crossing the sensitive form
Stinging the nerves
The clamoring soul thunders and lightnings
< p> In your fantasy, you are a fearless warrior. For your dreams, move forward bravely.Love! Your blood
is my path back
It’s so exciting! I can't translate it, I can only feel the beauty of this derailment!
The sunset is deep in the clouds
Life is swaying in immortality
In conclusion after hard work, what do we get? What has been lost? Maybe people don’t care about gains and losses!
Deformed Eyes
Burning Beauty
The reality may be like this. It is our own eyes that are deformed, and it is our own experiences that change ourselves.
The Blade of Disharmony
Peeling away the fragmented world
It hurts, we are going through the scalpel of reality to reshape it. Those originally beautiful neighbors, normal interactions with relatives and friends have been laughed at by us as worldly affairs, and have been tainted by ourselves. Think about it, if you don’t ask for help from others, who will give gifts?
Night
Blooming while confessing
This is helpless life, helpless us. We are secretly doing things in the world that even we don’t like, and we are repenting of them, but we are still doing them resolutely.
Under the grape trellis
Who is selling Chanel’s dream
Remember Xuanzong? He trampled his sweetheart to pieces with his horse. Then I was in pain and couldn't sleep in the dark night of autumn rain. Those sweet dreams, those fragrant feelings.
The dawn is still bright
The spring is bright, the mountains are green and the water is green
When we woke up the next day, we lived as usual, as if nothing had happened.
Please open
Downstream of Time The Envelope of Wangfushi
God, maybe you can change all this and keep this beautiful love like a flower. Please come and open the tears of that *** who is frozen into stone by the sea, and let her shed as many tears as she can! A soul lying on the railway track smiles and says to you, facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.
.I remember a philosopher once said that beauty is breaking the thing that hurts you most and letting you look at it.