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Shuixiushan has a clear eyebrow and a long distance, so when you come back, you must lean on the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.
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It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
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The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
At sunrise, the river is as red as fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
This is a poem by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, praising Jiangnan.
Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, described the beauty of Jiangnan like this:
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Later generations also have many poems praising Jiangnan. For example, Wei Zhuang wrote about his feelings about Jiangnan:
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old if they join Jiangnan.
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
People are like the moon, and the snow freezes their wrists.
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Huangfusong, a poetess, described Jiangnan for us from a female perspective:
Dreaming of plum ripe day in Jiangnan,
At night, the boat played its flute and it rained.
At the People's Postal Bridge.
How good is Jiangnan?
There is a story to illustrate: When Chen Bozhi fled from Liangbei in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, his good friend Qiu Chi wrote to persuade him, and wrote:
In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River and warblers fly. This sentence triggered homesickness and finally returned to Liang.
In ancient Jiangnan in wuyue's time, there were some stories of crying when singing long songs.
It's not just the perseverance of lying on the salary passed down from mouth to mouth, but also the gorgeous yellow sand, and it's not even the indifference of retiring from the rivers and lakes. As far as I know, there is at least one sword and one song.
This sword is the sword of a girl from Yue State. It has a long legend and is scattered in the official history and unofficial history. The earliest and most detailed record is the Spring and Autumn Annals of Wu Yue written by Zhao Ye in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is also recorded in the later Yiwenzhi, the legendary swordsman and Romance of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. If you have read all Jin Yong's 15 novels, you must remember the one that Jin Yong didn't take to heart.
I was fascinated by this sword, not because it was "as quiet as a virgin, as moving as a rabbit", nor because of its peerless skill, but because I somehow felt that it must have some incredible connection with me.
It's close to me. According to historical records, this Yue Nv "came from Lin Nan", that is, to the south of Shaoxing today, which is quite close to my hometown. Far away from me. After a lapse of two thousand years, the blood of ancient Wuyue people "emphasizing that your dagger is the measure of life" is far from the ingenuity and gentleness of Jiangsu and Zhejiang people today. This feeling of being far away and near makes me often imagine the distant ancient south of the Yangtze River, pale Shui Ze, flowing with unparalleled firm but gentle, the arrogance of pitching heaven and earth, and the chivalry of being committed to life and death!
At this time, you can really have a boiling passion and sing!
People all know that in Jiangnan today, there are apricot blossoms and misty rain, peach blossoms and green willows in spring, and young men are handsome ... Poets say "Zhao Yan's Elegy", but no one remembers the early Jiangnan. When the wind was born in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, did Wu people despise life and pursue the blood of life, which made Zhao?
And that song.
That song is the song of Yue people, which was first seen in nineteen ancient poems. It is said that this is the earliest poem translated by China.
It is said that Yue Nv, who was boating on the Chu River, admired him and sang this song in Vietnamese. This Hubei gentleman asked someone to translate in Chu, which is what we saw today in the legendary era: "What is evening, what day is it today?" I want to help the prince in the same boat. I am ashamed, but I am not ashamed. I'm restless. I learned that the prince was in the same boat.
Completely different from sword of the yue maiden, this is a lonely love poem.
"There are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I am happy with you, you don't know." Wood still knows (branches), but your heart is not as good as branches (knowledge).
It's a pity that this song was translated in Chu language, and it was infected with the style of Chu Ci. Otherwise, it will be more distinctive than it is now.
The first time I saw this poem was in Xi Murong's poem On an Underground River-Reading Vietnamese Songs. I think it's beautiful, but it's not painful. It was not until a few years later that I met a mood similar to that of Yue people, and faced people who didn't have the opportunity to share it, I realized that I was at a loss when I talked about loneliness.
Just because of some loneliness in life that cannot be chosen by others and sadness that cannot be rejected by others, "Vietnamese Song" can only be the next sad song in the dead of night.
This sad song is deeply engraved in my heart from now on. When I don't want to talk in the dead of night, I often think of my thoughts broken by the waves two thousand years ago, and respond to the gurgling sound of water in cold weather.
I admire this woman's true nature of daring to love and hate, her courage to say, sing and throw caution to the wind, and her shyness. However, in the face of the colorful life that flies by, she is willing to abandon everything to grab it-is this fearless and affectionate nature that a realistic and sad modern person can do?
Sword of the yue maiden Qi has nothing to do with this song. This song represents another origin of life, the kind of loneliness that has been born and floated in the world for a long time.
A sword and a song, handed down all the way from distant years, shy songs, proud swords, boundless truth, quietly came. Why don't we remember the truth about the origin of life in our blood? Why not pay for the glory of a certain moment in your life? Why not dare and refuse love, hate and sadness?
Unfortunately, such an ancient Jiangnan is only a vague legend today.