-Read some ancient poems written for mother on Mother's Day.
Text/Qi Yanfeng
When we read an ancient poem written for our mother, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer in the Tang Dynasty echoed in our ears for thousands of years.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
What makes this poem lasting, powerful and touching is not only the rhetorical tone at the end of this poem. The poet simply outlined a scene, a picture in memory: mother sewed clothes for a wanderer who was about to leave home, and autumn frost infected her eyebrows several times in spring and autumn, and her mother was getting older. This picture is warm, but it also hurts. I think when I left home that day, which needle and which thread were not my mother's care and love. In the dense stitches, my mother wants to hide in her body temperature. Her entrustment: come back early! My son hasn't gone out yet, and my mother has been looking forward to his return: but "I" haven't gone back yet! This has both concern for mother and self-blame: mother! How can I repay your kindness! Therefore, the poet was deeply touched: "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring." In these two sentences, the traditional figurative technique has produced great visual contrast and perceptual correspondence: children are like grass, and maternal love is like spring sunshine. In case of emergency, how can children repay their maternal love? The contrast and metaphor of images entrust the wanderer with his thoughts and gratitude for his loving mother. Moreover, this poem conveys a sense of life. It is mother who gives us life. She is like sunshine, rain and dew, shining and moist, and like yuhua on the endless grass and green leaves eager to grow.
This poem by Meng Jiao provides a certain paradigm for later poems on related topics. For example, in Jiang Shiquan's poem "Swimming" in the Qing Dynasty, he said to his mother, "It's lucky to swim well, so don't think too much about it. Children eat dirt, and mothers don't miss their hunger; After comforting the words "children wear our clothes, and mothers don't miss their children's clothes", the poet wrote at the end of the poem: "Don't care about grass, cherish the splendor of March". Another example is Zheng Xie's poem "Rags Meet the Morning" in the Qing Dynasty:
Sewing rags in the morning, no needle and thread.
My mother is seventy-four, her eyes are dim and her hands are stiff.
Cotton is not easy to wrap and thread is not easy to use.
The sweater is tightly sewn, thick and resistant to ice and snow.
Pretend that the child is warm and the mother's clothes are thin and cold.
If you don't wear clothes and stick to your mother's chest, your clothes will hurt internally.
At the age of seventy-four, my mother got up early in the morning to sew clothes for the poet. I also want to add more cotton. I want to sew more tightly. I want to sew a thick and warm cotton-padded coat for my son, but my mother's own clothes are very weak. This cotton-padded coat made of selfless love goes against mother's wishes and is full of guilt. Knowing the taste of this, it is not difficult to understand the poem "How many tears are always dyed red?" written by Peng Gui, another poet in Qing Dynasty.
Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wandering Son is well known to all women and children, but it is by no means the earliest poem written to (father) and mother in the history of ancient Chinese poetry, which can be traced back to the pre-Qin period. The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? E "cloud:
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone!
Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!
I am sweet and edible, and my roots are overgrown. If my children are around my mother's knees, it is also called Artemisia annua, which is used to describe mature and filial people. Hao Wei powder, Hao Wei is inedible, Wei Wei is inedible, and Wei Wei cannot bear fruit. Hao Wei is a metaphor in poetry that he can't be useful and filial, so the poet blames himself. In this poem, Fu Bixing's three expressive techniques are flexible, and his emotional expression is ups and downs, conveying loneliness and sadness and strong artistic appeal. The poet praised his parents' hard work with words such as giving birth to me, bending me, teasing me, raising me, protecting me and belly me. Haotian is extremely confused! "Mother's kindness is vast, and filial piety is a reward for parents' kindness.
An important part of China's traditional culture is to respect and obey parents. Confucius said, "Filial piety is the foundation of benevolence!" "Mencius said:" Not close, not for people, not close, not for children. "Book of Rites? Naize wrote: "The pension of a dutiful son is also happy with his heart, with his eyes, with his sleeping place and loyal to his diet. The dutiful son will die for life, not the end of his parents, but also the end of his life. "It is not difficult to see from the ancients' explanation of filial piety that respect and respect for parents is the highest state of filial piety, and treating parents kindly is the most valuable filial piety. Tang Dynasty poet Huang Furan wrote in the poem "Liu Chao ordered Xu to dismiss from office and return to official position":
Meng Wenxiao, come and say goodbye.
Fortunately, it is warm and willing, but it is difficult to grow crops.
Take wisdom as medicine and gold as breakfast.
Clouds cover the rain, and heatstroke in the mountains brings cold.
There should be bamboo shoots all the time, and orchids are born in idle land.
Write a letter to your superiors and have a long feast and a happy day.
This poem begins with Meng and his son Meng asking Confucius about filial piety and Lao Lai's hospitality to his relatives. Liu compared it to Lao Laizi and described his resignation to take care of his parents and entertain them. Warm the bed for parents in winter, clean the seats for parents in summer, and offer the best medicine and diet to parents. Even if it is not the season to eat bamboo shoots, they try their best to satisfy their parents' wishes, obey their parents' wishes and respect their needs, vividly depicting the typical filial piety.
It can be seen that in China's ancient concept of filial piety, waiting beside parents is the premise of filial piety. Is this the Analects of Confucius? Confucius said in "Liren": "Parents are here, and you must swim well if you don't travel far." Therefore, poets who had to leave home wrote many poems in memory of their mothers. Some of these poems may be expressed by missing hometown, but as Jia Pingwa said in Parents in Hometown, "What is hometown? Hometown exists with parents, but parents are gone. That hometown is just a hometown in name, meaning and word. " Xie Tiao wrote in his poem: "Only when you have feelings will you miss your hometown. Who can stand? " .
Mother also looked at the wanderer in her hometown. Nie, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Wandering:
Hemerocallis live in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world.
Kindly leaning against the door, I can't see the day lily.
In the yard of my hometown, the stems and leaves of day lilies are lush, the flowers are graceful and swaying, but the poet is wandering in a foreign land. There is no doubt that this day lily was planted by my mother, also known as a girl without worries, and it was used by my mother to dispel the sadness of missing her son! However, can it really be like this? The poet misses his mother, and what bothers him more is that he can't get rid of her missing him. It pains the poet to think that his mother leans against the door and hopes that the poet will go home. "No day lilies" means that nothing can relieve the mutual thoughts, cares and concerns between mother and child. "Come back, son, and show your mother!"
One thing here is that the image of day lily often appears in the ancient poems written by my mother. Legend has it that day lilies can make people forget their troubles. Ancient gentlemen served their country and could not go home often, so their families missed them very much and thought of planting day lilies in Beitang to forget their worries. In this way, the habit of referring to mother with day lilies has been passed down. For example, Wang Mian's two pictures of Xuan Mo in Yuan Dynasty? Second, "wrote:
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good.
What should I do if I drink enough?
Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love?
It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.
The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
Homesickness begins with missing my mother. The beautiful day lily makes me feel sad but anxious: my heart is pounding with excitement! How I want to go back and see if my mother's face has changed in another year's wind and rain? I want to go back, talk to her about the past years and listen to her advice. How I want to go back, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to keep it. Therefore, always go home and have a look, don't wait for the tears to flow through the tomb, just as the poet Chen Quji wrote in "West Mother's Tomb": "There is no sorrow in the forest, and Ding Ning told me to return early." Come back early, how much expectation, how much concern. Motherly love is as simple as that, but its weight is very heavy. Think she's nagging Are you bored? We must cherish her love when mom is around.
Motherly love is great, and affection can never be given up. Even if a person becomes a monk, he will never forget his mother. At the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the eminent monk and Gong wrote such a poem "Thinking of Mother":
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Monks are all empty and should not miss the things in the world, but when people come to the world, they are born with gratitude for their loved ones. How could they die? In addition, in this poem, the image of the reed flower is also closely connected with the mother.
Let's start reading this ancient poem about mother with Meng Jiao's writing about mother sewing clothes, and end this reading with Zhou Shouchang's poem "Drying Old Clothes" with the same image in Qing Dynasty.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
Re-sewing can't be taken lightly, there are old line marks on it.
The clothes made by my mother 30 years ago are still there, because the poet cherishes her efforts. Although the lapel of the dress is torn, I feel the warmth of my mother. It is because the poet can't forget the temperature of the hands that his mother brought her up from childhood that he wants to mend them again, but he can't bear to take them off. Because they are the traces of her hard work. In this poem, the poet misses his mother, misses his kindness and is full of true feelings.