mistake
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Zheng Chouyu, a contemporary Taiwan Province poet, inherited the poetic tradition of in my heart forever, and also peeped into the mood of a Jiangnan woman from a male perspective. With the wings of imagination, he created a classical woman living in contemporary times. On the one hand, it brings elegant temperament and pure air to superficial contemporary love and love poems; On the other hand, it meets the psychological needs of male readers who run around "don't pick wild flowers on the roadside" for self-purification; On the other hand, it is precisely men's "deal with a man as he deals with you", which more profoundly reflects the tragic love complex of women in China. For thousands of years, not only men have greatly satisfied the imagination, but also women have been ruminating, accumulating and adding in their lives and imagination, forming the habit of licking their hearts, licking their blood and licking their tears to moisten their dried-up hearts. Just like biting the tip of their tongue and pressing their hearts, they constantly absorb their own efforts to support themselves, taking bitterness as bitterness and sorrow as sorrow, thus satisfying the lofty tragic complex of taking bitterness as pleasure and sorrow as pleasure.
This is really a beautiful story. Lotus-like woman, in the misty rain platform in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze is coming, the wicker is green, but the heart is a closed city, empty and lonely, and all the good things are blocked out of the city. "The original colorful, like this are paid to the broken well. When is the beautiful scenery, who is happy? Twilight, clouds and smoke, wind and rain films, smoke and waves painting boats, what Jinping people have seen is so embarrassing. " How "everyone in Jinping has seen this shame"! Without the return of your lover, you are green, fat, red and thin, facing the sunset, "I", a "Jinping person", indifferent, with a face of shame. This is a persistent persistence, a commitment to turn the heart into stone, and a cultivation in torture. What is the state of Qingshi Street in the evening of March in Jiangnan? Simple, quiet, warm, containing but not revealing, this street is like this lotus-like woman. Suddenly, the sound of hooves sounded on the smooth and wet bluestone board. What a beautiful heartbeat it was when a woman caught a glimpse of a woman's "I"? Is there an answer to the long wait? Lonely hearts are filled? Lost youth has been compensated? Have you grasped the trust of your life? Open the spring curtain? The window sash is gently opened? Catkin flying? Heavy door opening? Reflect a small figure swaying like a lotus? Smile like a peach blossom? The clouds are half oblique, the eyebrows are like green hills, and the eyes are like flashes? The image of this woman leaning against the building and a traveler riding a horse has become a beautiful love image that modern and contemporary people yearn for.
Waiting is a song with a long history. There are Li Bai's "color goes into a tall building, and some people worry about it upstairs", Bai Juyi's "thinking long and hating long, hating not enough time to rest", and the article "After washing, leaning on Wangjiang Tower alone". Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Heartbroken Baipingzhou ". From morning till night, from spring to winter, it's nothing to cross Qian Fan. Hope, disappointment and despair make many people feel sad and sad. Guan Youshi, who lives in seclusion in the Yanzilou, said: "The residual lamp upstairs is accompanied by dawn cream, and the person who sleeps alone starts from the lovesick bed. How many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long "At that time, Zhang Shangshu of Xuzhou was dead. It was a kind of waiting knowing that there was no hope, waiting for the meeting under the grave. Bai Juyi, on the other hand, wrote several poems because of his love for them, but one of them killed him: "Gold does not hesitate to buy flying moths and eyebrows, as beautiful as four or five flowers. Song and dance teaching is exhausting, so I won't follow if I go. " Looking forward to reading again and again, he cried, "I must not die." I'm afraid that after a hundred years, it would be a shame to treat me as a public servant and have a dying concubine. "Bai Juyi may just lament the loneliness after Zhang Jiancheng's death. She has no responsibility to hope that she has no double suicide. However, after returning to Bai Jushi's poems, Pan Pan died without food, which was regarded as the "fame" of her life.
After grinding, it is still "life is like this." Feng Xiaoqing, a Ming Dynasty native, was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, with a history of more than thirteen years. She married Shengfeng in Hangzhou as a concubine, but she was so jealous that she was driven to a lonely mountain and separated from Shengfeng. Lonely and hopeless waiting, "forever happy talking and laughing, sunset, empty smoke and clear water, sparkling pool, questions like questions and answers." No one is pitiful, so we have to look at ourselves; There's no one to talk to, only mumbling to masturbate. /kloc-before the age of 0/8, depression became a disease, and the fragrance died. She once wrote a poem: "you can't listen to the cold rain in the secluded window, you can only watch the peony pavilion with the light on." Some people are crazy about me, and Xiaoqing is sad. " Therefore, if a woman wants to be truly happy, she can only die for love and be resurrected for love, just like the bold Du Liniang. However, how many Liu Mengmei are "as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade to you, like a fleeting time, who has been looking for and pitying her under the moon" and "See you later"?
This kind of waiting, from a man's point of view, is so beautiful and gratifying. "It's better to have a three-inch tongue than to have a hundred steelers." How many men's blood and tenderness have been aroused? If you pity the story of "the person in front of you", it will only be more romantic. At most, as Bai Juyi said, "Yangzhou has a dream for ten years, and brothels have a bad reputation." This kind of waiting, in the eyes of outsiders, is so loyal and persistent, so there is the beautiful legend of "holding the tail column" and the Wushan goddess "Wang Fushi"; This kind of waiting, for the protagonist himself, is often a waste of youth and the demise of life. In this wasted youth life, women have gained great psychological satisfaction, made up for the feelings they can't get in real life, and realized their self-worth.
This is really a sad and beautiful mistake. The passage of time cannot correct anything. In the 1950s, Zheng Chouyu also sang a hymn of waiting: the lotus-like appearance disappeared while waiting, and the sound of horseshoes came and went for her sweetheart while listening. For a moment, she mistakenly thought that passers-by was her sweetheart. The east wind, March, catkin, spring curtain, window sash, lonely city, bluestone street and lotus-like appearance are covered with the coat of modern poetry. All the images commonly used in classical poetry are in the bones, but the "sail" has become the hoofbeat of Dada, which is more direct and real than the sail. The poet's confession is also so euphemistic: "My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake/I'm not a passer-by, just a passer-by ..." "I" is a person full of moral sense and pity for rushing into the life of a secluded girl, a person full of regret that I can't give a long-awaited lotus-like woman a comfort, and a person full of regret about whether or not a woman "goes home". This is my fault.