1, Guanluo spike dove, in Hezhou. When I open the first page of The Book of Songs, the river always blocks my way, so that I can't really walk into the life behind the words. This is a river without a name, which records ancient love and farming. The waves more than 2000 years ago splashed on my mossy sandals. Who used to walk, sing and cry on water-us? While the souls that remain free, ladies and gentlemen, husbands and travelers, mothers and children, and even time and memory, face each other across the same river, forming a cycle of day and night. Now, with the help of tissue paper, it interrupts the singing of ancestors and the listening of future generations-this river is related to blood, tradition and China people. The milky way on earth. On this shore are tall buildings, buildings, gears and vehicles.
2. The English poet Cooper said, "God created the countryside and man created the city." In my mind, The Book of Songs is as noble as the Eastern Bible, and records the oldest glory of agricultural civilization. The male and female residents who breathe in this yellowed book are lucky, because they live in the nearest place to the creator, and the vilen and rocks in front of them are the original works of the creator. There is also a lingering warmth. Only the building belongs to them. So the poetry collectors who hand-cranked Muduo rushed past buildings, listening to the old voice of nature and the young voice of human beings, full of gratitude. The book of songs, full of rural flavor, symbolizes an era, an era of folk songs, and an era of human babbling and toddlering. In the open-air classroom of nature, the children's voices of books are ringing. Even an illiterate person can become a sincere singer-as long as he can read the wordless gobbledygook in the hands of the creator. It can even be said that these are obscure poets who witnessed the fingerprint of the creator and gained mysterious wisdom in their ordinary work, love and hunting. Compared with these poetic sons of nature, we are pale and touch only books, walls, morality and indirect experience in life. today，
3, July fire, September clothes-it is hard to imagine what happened in this land without reading the Book of Songs. Dead people, exile events, interrupted conversations, and falling stars reappear from paper-with the help of music and words. Farming, hunting, marriage, sacrifice, gardening and military service ... are the lifestyles handed down from generation to generation. October crickets come under my bed. The Book of Songs always takes me back to the lunar calendar. I started looking for an ancestral farm tool (such as Lei Lei with an odd name). Do it at sunrise and stop at sunset. I seem to be in a village where chickens and dogs are familiar with each other, imitating the familiar farming and slash-and-burn farming for generations. In reading, I continued the life of the ancients-
Perhaps, this is the thunder and lightning in the Book of Songs, which should have been passed down, making a person with amnesia suddenly think of so many human past events. This is an unlocked warehouse of past events.
4. Ya Song. Fu Bixing. The Book of Songs will bring you into a densely populated area, and the diffuse water mist will blow on your face and blur your glass lens. The Book of Songs itself is a river, a river of words, read under a desk lamp. Do you want to be a snorkeling fish? Oh, swimming in the palm print of the Book of Songs. Old clouds and waves.
Our blood vessels form a tributary of the river. Because of time, we will always live in the lower reaches of the Book of Songs, feel its fragrance and accept its nurturing. This is a river without a name, which can't be verified on the map, but the plants along the river are extremely famous. This is a plant related to love. We must not forget it.
Jianjia is famous for her beautiful night watchman. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Love in the era of The Book of Songs, with Jane as the specimen. Our reeds today used to be swordsmen-civilians in their previous lives, and they could not tamper with their aristocratic lineage. oh
6. The Book of Songs also helps us to know more primitive plants, such as shepherd's purse, curly ear, chrysanthemum, midge (Artemisia annua), Wei (wild pea seedling), Xu (oak tree), violet sunflower ... Through these unusual names, we vainly recall some distant scenes of life and death. Moonlight the rest of our ancestors' daily life also faintly smells of gentle plants.
7. We can't go back to the era of The Book of Songs, the era of men plowing and women weaving, or we can't go back to the simplicity and innocence of the ancients. It can be called human childhood-so the Book of Songs is echoed with children's voices as bright as silver bells, which cannot be imitated. In the reality full of desire and loudspeakers, this belongs to nature. It is happy to be a listener to nature. The ancients ended up with a tangled musical melody. Whip our mature souls: where should we graze our lost childlike innocence? We have nothing, and we have lost our original romance and passion. The river in the Book of Songs has been flowing for more than two thousand years, and countless readers along the coast have been thinking about their sources. This folk river is yo.
8, Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling. The woodcutter on the shore, with his back to me, is engaged in an eternal cause. I only noticed that a shiny axe was raised above his head. The whole Book of Songs echoed with the sound of an axe chopping down trees. Tonight, that ancient axe struck my numb eardrum again. This is a reminder: there is one.
Wandering in the river of poetry
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
If you follow, the road will be blocked and long. If you follow it, you will be in the middle of the water.
After a long time, the Millennium is unclear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
If you follow, the road will be blocked and you will jump. If you follow it, you will drown.
The dew hasn't touched yet. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Follow it, the road is blocked, turn right. Follow it and you will be in the water.
"The dove of Guan Guanluo is in the river continent." When I open the first page of The Book of Songs, the river always blocks my way, so that I can't really enter the life behind the words. This is a river without a name, which records ancient love and farming. The waves splashed my mossy sandals more than two thousand years ago. Who ever walked on water, singing and crying? How can we explain these disappearing shadows? Ferry passengers and passers-by, mothers and children, and even time and memory face each other across the same river, forming a cycle of day and night. Now, with the help of thin paper, it interrupts the singing of the ancestors and the listening of the younger generation-this river is related to blood, tradition and China people. The milky way on earth. This shore is a tall building, a gear, a vehicle and a brightly lit city. What about the other shore?
Cooper, an English poet, said, "God created the countryside and man created the city." In my mind, The Book of Songs is as noble as the Eastern Bible, and records the oldest glory of agricultural civilization. The male and female residents who breathe in this yellowed book are lucky, because they live in the nearest place to the creator, and the vilen and rocks in front of them are the original works of the creator. There is also a lingering warmth. Only the building belongs to them. So the poetry collectors who hand-cranked Muduo rushed past buildings, listening to the old voice of nature and the young voice of human beings, full of gratitude. The book of songs, full of rural flavor, symbolizes an era, an era of folk songs, and an era of human babbling and toddlering. In the open-air classroom of nature, the children's voices of books are ringing. Even an illiterate person can become a sincere singer-as long as he can read the wordless gobbledygook in the hands of the creator. It can even be said that these are obscure poets who witnessed the fingerprint of the creator and gained mysterious wisdom in their ordinary work, love and hunting. Compared with these poetic sons of nature, we are pale and touch only books, walls, morality and indirect experience in life. today，
July filariasis, September clothing-without reading the Book of Songs, it is almost impossible to imagine what happened in this land. Dead people, exiled events, interrupted conversations, and falling stars reappear from paper-with the help of music and words. Farming, hunting, marriage, sacrifice, gardening and military service ... are the lifestyles handed down from generation to generation. oh October crickets come under my bed. The Book of Songs always takes me back to the lunar calendar. I started looking for an ancestral farm tool (such as Lei Lei with an odd name). Do it at sunrise and stop at sunset. I seem to be in a village where chickens and dogs are familiar with each other, imitating the familiar farming and slash-and-burn farming for generations. In reading, I continued the life of the ancients-
Perhaps, this is the thunder and lightning in the Book of Songs, which should have been passed down, making a person with amnesia suddenly think of so many human past events. This is an unlocked warehouse of past events.
Ya Song, Fu Bixing. The Book of Songs will bring you into a densely populated area, and the diffuse water mist will blow on your face and blur your glass lens. The Book of Songs itself is a river, a river of words, read under a desk lamp. Do you want to be a snorkeling fish? Oh, swimming in the palm print of the Book of Songs. Ancient clouds and the sound of waves,
Our blood vessels form a tributary of the river. Because of time, we will always live in the lower reaches of the Book of Songs, feel its fragrance and accept its nurturing. This is a river without a name, which can't be verified on the map, but the plants along the river are extremely famous. This is a plant related to love. We must not forget it.
Jianjia is famous for her beautiful night watchman. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The love in The Book of Songs is based on Jane. Our reeds today used to be swordsmen-civilians in their previous lives, and they could not tamper with their aristocratic lineage. Oh, ancient.
The Book of Songs also helps us to know more primitive plants, such as shepherd's purse, curly ear, chrysanthemum fungus, midge (Artemisia annua), Wei (wild pea seedling), Xu (oak tree) and violet sunflower ... Through these unusual names, we recall some distant lives and lost scenery in vain. Moonlight is like water at night. The rest of our ancestors' daily life also vaguely exudes the smell of gentle plants.
We can't go back to the era of the Book of Songs, the era of men plowing and women weaving, and the simplicity and innocence of the ancients. It can be called human childhood-so the Book of Songs is full of children's voices as bright as silver bells, which cannot be imitated. In the reality full of desire and megaphone, it belongs to nature. It is happy to be a listener to nature. The ancients recorded stories with tangled musical melodies. Whip our mature souls: where should we graze our lost childlike innocence? We have nothing, and we have lost our original romance and passion. The river in the Book of Songs has been flowing for more than two thousand years, and countless readers along the coast have been thinking about their sources. This folk river is yo.
Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling. The woodcutter on the shore, with his back to me, is engaged in an eternal cause. I only noticed a shiny axe over his head. The whole Book of Songs echoed with the sound of an axe chopping down trees. This evening, that old axe struck my numb eardrum again. This is a reminder: there is a group of people.
Think about the troubles of three thousand years
The unique classical implication and folk perspective of The Book of Songs maintain its distinctive aesthetic style. No matter how scholars choose words and how far-fetched explanations are, they can't freeze the aesthetic life of The Book of Songs. The Book of Songs is a work of temperament, and its interpretation also needs a passion and a sensitive reflection on the state of existence.
The reason why The Book of Songs is so intriguing lies not only in the perfection of its language form, but also in its life experience and poetic wisdom. Xue Xue, a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, mentioned the misunderstanding in interpreting the Book of Songs in A Ladle of Poems. He said: "There are still some details in the 300 chapters, and future generations can't get rid of them." His method is "as long as you recite it, there are many people who recite the Book of Songs, but I'm afraid there are not many who get the message." Wang tried to shape himself into a relaxed fugue state, echoing the romance three thousand years ago with poetic language. Reading the Book of Songs in the way of the Book of Songs completely abandoned the trouble of poor head. " For three thousand years, I asked for it; For three thousand years, I tossed and turned ",which transcends time and space is eternal. Although the joy of women three thousand years ago is not clear to feminists today, the confession of joys and sorrows cannot be stopped. Without reading the Book of Songs, we may not realize the depression of our own soul. Between Guan Ju and Yao Tao, we should think about The Book of Songs.
Yuan Mei said: "Among the 300 articles, there are a lot of solid contents, but there are also many engravings." The language of The Book of Songs itself is vernacular, which is not contrary to the extension of poetic realm. It is a great disrespect to me to refuse to read all the vernacular versions of The Book of Songs and treat the pioneers of poetic discourse with translation. Inadvertently realized the poetic transformation. "The First Moon" is undoubtedly the most beautiful song, and the infatuation of thousands of years remains unchanged: "The moonlight is bright/the beauty in the moonlight tickles my heart/the thin shadow of Shanshan's footsteps/a night of homesickness!" The reason why readers can't feel the defects in language is because the author changed himself to the singer of that year: "She came, and she left more than two thousand years ago. When she came, it was quiet and silent, only a wisp of fragrant soul was still wandering in the moonlight in the spring and autumn, like a flower. " Mr. Wang doesn't expect to establish a value position through The Book of Songs, but he is concerned with truth and Tao. People nowadays are half-hearted. Faced with a cut-off tradition, we have to ask the question of meaning. But beautiful photos can't tell the starting point and the ending point, and the mapping of the mind is endless.
Whether it is possible for the poverty of modern life to surpass the ancients emotionally is, in the final analysis, a question of mentality. No philosophical proposition can solve the problem of lack of emotional resources. It is of little significance to find the roots of poetic discourse from the Book of Songs, such as "mourning for ancestors through the ages" and "dying ancestors". As a source, The Book of Songs only exists in the feelings of future generations, which is both an inspiration and a law. Poets are ordered not to give up the scale of poetry. But those verses that are well known by heart have faded because of word of mouth, and are regarded as cultural labels by many "refined" people, weathering the original gorgeous poems into withered lies. Therefore, when passing through the gallery of The Book of Songs, someone sighed: "How can you smell the birds?"