Today's slight cold is Laba again. Put on a heavy coat and go to the market to buy two bowls of Laba porridge by the fading moonlight. Holidays, there must be holidays. Buy some mutton and beef on the way, and have a hot pot in winter.
Walking on the road, I can't help thinking that hot pot is really a great invention. At the thought of tonight, I will have a hot pot in the cold winter. Before I eat, my stomach will be warm, my taste buds will be cold, and the whole person will be happy.
But my mind didn't stop at the instant-boiled mutton at night. It kept flying without stopping until a long time ago, when there was no electricity, air conditioning and heating.
I seem to see a picture. The cold wind blows outside the window, and the snowflakes like goose feathers are fluttering. There is a charcoal fire burning in the room. There is a small red mud stove on the stove, and there is a clear and intoxicating warm wine next to the stove. Sitting around the fire are close friends with high-crowned robes, while drinking is talking about poetry and Kan Kan. My thoughts are fixed in this picture, and I can't recover for a long time.
We are all poisoned by a poison called longing for poetry and distance.
It never occurred to me that poetry is never far away. Poetry comes from life, and it is life. Don't those ancient poems just condense life into concise and beautiful sentences?
Ancient poetry originally came from life, saying that hot pot was cold.
This is not a popular science article, so I won't elaborate on the origin of the "antique soup" of hot pot, and I won't say whether there was hot pot three thousand years ago or two thousand years ago. We only talk about hot pot and poetry, hot pot in poetry and poetry in hot pot. Through this steaming image, we can appreciate the poetry that permeated in ancient times.
We can't get rid of Lin Hong's "Shan Jia Qing Gong" about the way to eat hot pot recorded in clear text. The sliced rabbit meat is clamped with chopsticks, stirred in steaming soup, and immediately turned into a rose color, and then dipped in the sauce made of "wine sauce pepper". As soon as you bite it, a more delicious and spicy taste immediately activates the taste buds. This is the recipe of rabbit hot pot handed down from Song Dynasty.
Lin Hong called it "sacrifice with sunset glow", because it is like the sunset glow in the eyes when playing with rabbit meat. About food, from ancient times to the present, we all have feelings that are hard to give up. But now, it has gradually lost its exquisiteness, delicacy, pressure and artistic conception since ancient times. Today, when we meet delicious food, besides exclaiming, it is more important to take photos and send friends to Weibo, where will it blend into the artistic conception of delicious food, not to mention singing a poem as beautiful as delicious food as "the sun is surging in Jiang Xue, and the wind is shining at dusk".
Even recipes can be written in such a poetic way, so what can't be written in poetry in the long years of daily necessities?
Bai Juyi's "A Suggestion for Friend Liu" is considered as a poem describing the scene of people eating hot pot in Tang Dynasty in some literatures, but the author tends to put it another way:
The small stove mentioned here should be a heater, which is used to iron wine, not to wash strings.
However, this poem is quoted here, and it is the same for Cain to burn wine and meat. It doesn't matter if the historical truth can't stand the test. What is important is that ancient poetry rises and spreads on the stove. Poetry is wine, so you get drunk. If poetry is meat, it will make the stomach happy.
At the emperor's royal banquet, hot pot was the first course, and Ming hongzhi emperor was the only one. And Yang Shen's bottom line is also wonderful.
On holidays, couples, drinking and ordering food, poetry contests, drinking spirits and enjoying food are intoxicating. The son of heaven is in the hall, praising literature, feasting on ministers, and writing is still complicated. How can the world not be poetic!
More respectable, of course, is that hongzhi emperor was a rare Zhongxing emperor in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. He didn't follow the old path of Song Huizong and Chen Houzhu. He was good at literature and even better at managing the world. This is beside the point, so I won't go into details.
Let's talk about drum lyrics first. It started in the Ming Dynasty and flourished in the ancient rap art of the Qing Dynasty, that is, the rap version of ancient China. Up to now, there are still artistic forms of drum lyrics, namely Jingyun drum, JD.COM drum and storytelling in northern Shaanxi.
Besides, Jia Fuxi is really a great person. I don't make money, I don't make a living, I'm crazy, I sing drums in drinking water, I do what I want, I dare to love and hate, and I can't hide the integrity of the literati and the chic and debauchery of the literati in the sloppy madness.
Finally, let's talk about the hot pot in the drum. Jia Fuxi compared the history of Liu Xiujian in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The bottom of the cold hot pot caught fire again and burned it twice. This metaphor is simply wonderful, and the image has nothing to say. There is also a kind of ridicule. The bottom of the pot has been burned twice, after all, it has changed and faded, and it won't last long!
In modern times, Mr. Guo Moruo's jingle about hot pot is even more playful.
Or hot meat slices, or hot vegetable leaves; A well-fed man smells good all his life. Even telling friends how to eat hot pot is so interesting. What a wonderful last romance!
It turns out that the poetic life is not gradually lost, but suddenly lost in the days of rapid information development. Our treat. It's gone.
What a sad and helpless fact.
In the days when everything is so fast, let's slow down, slow down.
Hey, friend, go slow down and feel the dribs and drabs of life
Hey, friend, let's condense our present life into poetry!
Cheering around the stove, all the smells melted in a small pot. Hey, friend, let's eat hot pot!