"Guan Guan Ju Jiu, in the River Island..." "Guan Ju" appears at the source of our life memories and the source of Chinese civilization. It is difficult to determine the exact year when the Book of Songs was born. It is even more difficult to determine which extraordinary throat was the first to recite the resonant notes of the first line of Chinese poetry. Whenever I finish reading "The Book of Songs", I often can't help but ask myself: Why have the mottled years not patinated the bright images in the "Book of Songs", and the boundless space has not allowed the rich information contained in ancient poetry to be transmitted in the process of transmission. Suffer losses? When the lines of poems scattered on the dark yellow pages become part of our souls, why is contemporary poetry so far away from us?
It should be said that we are lucky to live in this world with the poet ***. Poetry makes the gray become colorful, the brief becomes permanent, the limited becomes infinite, and the decay becomes magical; poetry makes many impossibilities in life finally possible. Poetry enables human beings to fully experience the joy of emotion and the wonder of wisdom. Countless new poems are scattered around us, like star rain and flower petals, floating in the depths of our lives. They are so close to us and within reach, yet how many people have noticed their existence? Is it because Li Bai, Li He, and Li Shangyin have all retired in the dust and smoke of history, and the flashy world no longer creates Wang Wei, Wang Bo, and Wang Changling? It would be too hasty to draw such a conclusion now. The only explanation is that they have not experienced the washing of Jinjian. If a poem becomes a swan song, this procedure cannot be omitted. So I understood that the birth of good poetry is the result of the combination of genius and time, and reading poetry requires a distance of time.
Because of the distance of time, the words in the ancient poems turned into corals under the water, beautiful and lasting. Therefore, the traces of white dew on Jian Jia in the Book of Songs are vaguely discernible; King Luo Bin's "The Sound of Cicadas in the Western Land" is still as silky as silk; Chen Ziang's Youzhou Terrace and Wen Tingyun's Wuzhangyuan still have a generous and sad atmosphere; and Wang Zhihuan's " "Yellow River Far Above the White Clouds" and Wang Han's "Luminous Cup of Grape Wine" lock the same Liangzhou on the map of the soul. Ancient poetry is like wine. It undergoes a wonderful fermentation after being stored for a long time. We want to thank the sommelier, and at the same time we should have a sincere respect for time.
After a long time, when we read them again, it is no longer ordinary reading. The age and vitality of these poems give us an ever-growing sense of awe. Just like sipping a bottle of ancient wine, every drop of unvolatile juice is the result of fighting against time, which makes us feel excited and in awe. This kind of "preconceived" respect is not common when reading the poems of his contemporaries.
In fact, since poetry is the trace left by the flash of the poet's wisdom, then the ingenuity of conception should only be effective once. Just like appreciating a suspense novel, it should be a "one-time" experience. If you read it again after the truth is revealed, you may lose the wonderful feeling of reading it for the first time. Ordinarily, the same is true for poetry. After reading famous poems a thousand times, you become so familiar with them that you can blurt them out without thinking. There should no longer be any fresh stimulation. This seems to be the disadvantage of old poetry and the advantage of new poetry. But the fact is that Not so. For example, Li Taibai's "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown", such as Li Shangyin's "The autumn clouds do not disperse, the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain", such as Liu Yuxi's "How many times in this world have I regretted the past, and the mountain shape is still my pillow." "Cold Current", such as Wang Changling's "Friends and relatives in Luoyang are asking each other, a heart of ice is in a jade pot"... Every time I read it, my heart throbs as if it were the first time I read it, and every time I have a different feeling in my heart. The famous lines in these poems are brewed in the poet's highly sensitive emotional wine cellar, and they have enough power to resist the numbness of the soul. So, as we recited it again and again, our understanding of the world, life, perfection, and shortcomings deepened day by day, until one day, we discovered that poetry has finally become the source and destination of our spirit. Reading poetry gives our lives a deeper meaning, and at the same time deepens and appreciates the charm of poetry itself. The world is old and the world is desolate, and beauties are old and old. There are only poems, which are always read and always new. Poetry never grows old, let alone dies. During the low ebb of poetry, I never lost faith in poetry, and this is why.
Because reading poetry requires a distance of time. Really good poetry entrusts the best and greatest spiritual power of mankind. After the test of time and the baptism of years, it can still be read often and always new, and because With the promotion of recitation and the deepening of understanding, the charm of poetry also deepens and appreciates time and time again, just like fine wine, the longer it ferments, the more fragrant and mellow it becomes.
The birth of good poetry is the result of the combination of genius and time. Only with the distance of time can the words in ancient poetry be beautiful and lasting.
Although Chinese poetry with a long history has been washed away by time and only fragments remain, it is still engraved in our hearts