Plucking Wei, Anonymous Series: Three Hundred Ancient Poems Plucking Wei, Plucking Wei, Wei also stops. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless. The reason why the house is too much and the family is too much is the reason. Not to mention Qiju, because of the 玁狁. 玁 (xiǎn): Picking weeds and weeds, the weeds are also gentle. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying. Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned. Picking weeds, picking weeds, the weeds have just stopped. It is said to be returned, it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang. The king's affairs are extensive, and there is no need to leave the office. Worried and guilty, I can’t do it! 盬(gǔ) What is Pierre thinking? The beauty of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? A gentleman's car. The army and chariots are driven, and the four industries are done. How dare you settle down? Three wins in January. He rides on four horses, and the four horses race. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them. Four male wings, like fish-killing clothes. Isn’t it a daily precept? Acanthus acanthus! I have left in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow, full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am! Note 1: A kind of wild vegetable. 2 also: modal particle, no real meaning. Written by: Newborn. Stop: a modal particle with no real meaning. 3 Mo: Same as "twilight", late. 4 玁狁 (xian yun): Rong Di, a minority in the north. 5 Men: idle. Qi: sit down. Ju: live down. (6) Rou: soft and tender. This refers to the newborn (7) Ping: Greetings. (8) Hard. (9) Yang: Refers to the tenth month of the lunar calendar. (11) Guilt. (12) Er: the appearance of blooming flowers. (13) Lu: the appearance of a strong car. (15) Jie: fighting, fighting (ku); The horse looks strong. (17) Fei (fei): concealment. (18) Wings: neatly arranged. (19) Mi (mi): the bend at both ends of the bow. Fish suit: quiver made of fish skin. (20) Thorn: Crisis. (21) Feifei: The appearance of falling. Picking weeds, saying go home, say go home. Another year has passed. I have no wife and no home. It’s all because of the 狁灁. I have no time to settle down. It’s all because of the 狁灁. The vines are fresh and tender. When I talk about going home, I feel sad and depressed. It's hard to be hungry and thirsty. I have no fixed place to stay, so I can't ask anyone to pick up the weicai. The weicai is already old. Come home, it's early spring. The wars are still going on, and I have no time to rest. I'm worried that it will be difficult to go home. What flowers are blooming? What kind of car is it? The chariot that the general is riding in has already been driven. The four male horses are so strong that they can't settle down safely. The battle will continue for a month. The four male horses are tall and tall. The general is riding in this car, and the soldiers use it as a barrier. The four male horses are arranged in order, and the fish skin quivers and ivory swords are kept on guard. Zhi Yiyi. Now that I am returning home from the war, the journey is hard and slow. I am so sad because of hunger and thirst. No one knows that I am sad about planning and launching a war. Individuals who are forced to be involved in their activities are unable to control their own destiny. They are like fallen leaves blowing in the wind, drifting with the current, and letting the hands of fate play with them at will. They are exhausted, sad, painful, sick, aging, and dead. Sighing secretly, looking up to the sky and roaring. I'm afraid this is the only right and "property" that ordinary soldiers have left to themselves. By using this right to sing a sad song, you won’t offend the gentlemen, right? The worry of being homeless, the boredom of having no fixed place to live, the hard work and exhaustion of frequent battles, the pain of missing one's hometown, the emotion of personal destiny, the hatred of the invading enemy, the yearning for a peaceful and peaceful life, the sentimentality of touching the scene, The fear of unpredictable fate and the long wait all impact the sensitive, thoughtful and anxious mind all the time. Singing them out is a kind of self-compassion and self-soothing, just like a wounded animal. You can only lick your wounds, endure the pain and experience the sadness by yourself. If you lose even the desire and instinct to cry out after being injured, you will be completely numb and materialized. For a soul that is accustomed to being manipulated by fate, suffering, and suffering from sorrow, hardships, ups and downs, fatigue, guns, swords, and arrows are not scary. The terrible thing is that his body is like a dead man, his heart is as gray as ashes, and he has completely lost his spirituality and vitality as a living individual. Sensitivity to sorrow and pain not only shows an individual's genuine concern for his or her living situation, but also demonstrates his or her self-awareness and will. The expression of sadness and pain is not only a helpless sigh and sorrow, but also a unique way of expressing unwillingness to endure injury and pain, and unwillingness to surrender to fate. What it wants to tell us is the sorrow of selflessness, I am in pain, I am helpless, but I am unwilling and dissatisfied. I also have my own yearning and pursuit, and my own value and dignity. Individuals who can think and act in this way are not actually "small". From the perspective that he is powerless and unable to control his own destiny, he is weak; from the perspective that he is unwilling to succumb to the mercy of fate and has his own pursuit, he is great.
Because of this, singing one's inner sorrow and pain is no longer a simple matter. Even if the singer seems to do it inadvertently, his inner motivation is clearly revealed. The whole life is like a war. As long as you are alive, you will be forced to be involved in this war, and you will have sorrow, pain, trouble, fear, and despair. yearn for. Pursuit, helplessness and other survival experiences. The poems expressing these experiences are themselves moving philosophies of existence.