Zheng Chouyu·Farewell This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night. You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. I thought that you had returned at this time. The home by the riverside misses you combing your long hair or arranging your wet coat. But my windy and rainy return journey is still long and the mountains are retreating far away. The plains and mountains are expanding even bigger. In this world, I am afraid that the darkness has really taken shape... You said, you are so stupid, you are like the child who let the wind go wild when you should not have tied it up and let it go. The book is too thick and the beach where the title page should not be opened is too long. The clouds that should leave the footprints come from the valley, and the spring water drips from the gaps in the rocks. It all started, and where is the ocean? The first meeting of the "single-plank bridge" is a thing of the past. Now it is a vast grassland again. I have lost your support. The right to love red and white, combined with the blue and evening sky, is so beautiful, but I love to enter the garden of golden fruits, but it is evil to enter Werther's cemetery... This time I leave you, I no longer want to see you, I miss you quietly now. When you fall asleep, you leave everything we have unfinished, to this world, this world, I still step on it with care, it is your dream... "Fu Farewell" is a poem about farewell, a tragic song about the breakup of a male and female lover. The whole poem is divided into three short paragraphs to unfold the poetic meaning. "Farewell" points out the time and climate of parting at the beginning. He does not say that the breakup between him and his girlfriend happened on a stormy night, but says, "This time I left you, it was the wind and the rain. It’s night”. Is this relationship destined to be as light as the wind? Destined to be like the rain that makes lovers shed sad tears? Could it be that the ending of this relationship will actually lead to a dark night that seems to have been destined to "really take shape"? The moment of separation was chosen on a windy and rainy night, which indeed created the most appropriate atmosphere and time for the sadness of the breakup. However, there was no unnecessary quarreling or crying when they broke up. She just smiled wordlessly, and the poet just waved his hand wordlessly. Then, loneliness accompanied the two of them, going in completely opposite directions and never ending. On the road to handover, they will stretch, stretch, and stretch endlessly toward both ends... Doesn't "goodbye" usually mean "no goodbye"? So in this situation, doesn’t this polite remark become completely redundant? Do I need to say it again? "Words" are a way to express yourself, but so are silent "laughing" and "waving hands." Is the breakup of the poet and his girlfriend really a wordless "epiphany" like "Sakyamuni twists flowers, Kassapa smiles"? But, can their breakup really make them "epiphany" anything? Or is the sequence of "you smile, I wave my hand" simply "reversed", suddenly going from "enlightenment" to the complete opposite and turning into complete "obsession"? "A lonely road opens to both ends", this is really a very high literary technique! Loneliness has no legs, it will not stretch in two opposite directions, but people who break up and lose love will! "A kind of lovesickness, two worries, there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart." This is a sentence from Li Qingzhao, a talented female poet in the Song Dynasty. Lovesickness also has no legs, and it will not run between Bianjing and Jinan. However, the distress and sadness caused by people who miss each other deeply made Li Qingzhao frown more than 800 years ago. Wrinkle, she tried to comfort herself by thinking that she could not come back when the moon was full in the west building, maybe she would come back at the end of the month! So, I stopped frowning. However, I thought about what I should do if he might not be able to come back at the end of the month! As a result, the distress that was gripping every nerve in her and had just disappeared from her brows came to her heart again! Here, we can see that the techniques of the two poets are surprisingly similar! The poet and his girlfriend broke up. This is an objective fact that cannot be changed! However, the poet cannot forget the other person. Can he not think about it or not think about it? So, I "thought" that she might have returned to her lakeside cabin at this moment, and "thought" that now she might be combing her long hair that was messed up by the wind, or arranging her coat that was wet by the rain. . Isn't this kind of unextricable suspense a clear proof that you still love the other person deeply? But what awaits the poet? It’s the long, lonely journey back home in the wind and rain! What is the poet's inner feeling? It is loneliness, insignificance, desolation, confusion, depression and darkness! "Spring mountains are everywhere, and travelers are outside the spring mountains." This is a famous saying by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty. It writes that the distance between the farewell person and the departed person is getting farther and farther, and they are like being isolated by the vast world that is infinitely stretched out. , even if you climb high buildings and lean on high railings, the other person has made up his mind and will never look back. From the moment they broke up, they walked out of his world step by step, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely! However, the poet Zheng Chouyu did not write like this. After he left the sad place where he broke up, he seemed to take a train home through wind and rain. The train ran through the hilly areas and entered a wide Pingwu, so the mountains slowly receded. As the mountains recede farther and farther, Pingwu becomes wider and wider due to the continuous retreat of the mountains. This gradually wider Pingwu is used to set off the lovelorn poet on the train. How lonely and small he is. And lonely! Doesn't this vast Pingwu provide a completely appropriate stage for the lonely, small and lonely poets today? Jiang Jie, a poet in the late Southern Song Dynasty, has a poem called "Yu Meiren" about listening to the rain, which writes: "A middle-aged man is listening to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind." This can be compared with Zheng Chouyu's writing here.
The poet Jiang Jie wrote that he was in middle age, far away from his familiar family and friends, rushing on the passenger boat on the journey, the vast and boundless river surface, because of the rain, the sky was also misty, and connected with the boundless surging river water, this The vast and boundless river is closely connected to the sky to form the boundless water and sky, which just highlights the poet Jiang Jie sitting on the boat. How lonely, small and lonely he is! Isn’t this boundless mist of water and sky the perfect stage for the current lyricist Jiang Jie? However, at this moment, in the westerly wind of autumn, a stray lone goose called out to its companions on the river, "Where are you? Where are you?" Don't these sad calls come from The inner heart of the poet Jiang Jie? The objective scenery turns out to be nothing more than the projection of the subjective inner world. This wonderful technique of traditional Chinese poetry has already been fully mastered by Zheng Chouyu, a poet who is only 22 years old! However, the poet still can't fully understand why they broke up? He was confused and depressed, and his heart was already dark. However, the poet Zheng Chouyu did not say it directly, but he went through the world after losing her, just like the dark world that had "really taken shape", meaningless and It was pitch black.
The writing of this first paragraph responds to the words "it's wind" and "it's rain" at the beginning by thinking that she is "combing her long hair" and "arranging her wet coat", and by "Hey, in this world, I am afraid of darkness. It has really taken shape..." To respond to "It's night", the first paragraph of the poem shows a tight, detailed and interlocking organic organization. Isn't this a generous move? After liberation in 1960, this time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends...