Selected Records of Ji Xiang is a reminiscence essay by Gui Youguang, a writer in Ming Dynasty. Taking Xiang Ji Xuan, the study where the author lived day and night in his youth, as a lesson, and the personnel changes of several generations returning to their hometowns as a latitude, the full text truly reproduces the voices and smiles of his grandmother, mother and wife, and also expresses the author's deep nostalgia for three deceased relatives.
The author remembers the legacy of three generations by Yi Xuan, cherishes people with things, mourns the dead, talks about narration, and expresses deep affection with a light and concise pen. The language of the full text is natural, without carving or strange words or dangerous sentences, and strives to be simple and elegant, light and elegant, creating a feeling of ancient simplicity and elegance.
The author is good at selecting the most deeply felt details and scenes from daily life, expressing the style of the characters and pinning their inner feelings. For example, writing about the restored South Pavilion, with books full of shelves, birds singing from time to time, the bright moon half wall and laurel trees mottled, fully shows the author's state of mind of entertaining himself. The environment is quiet, quiet and full of poetry, but the author misses his loved ones more.
The author only writes about grandmothers, mothers and wives through one or two things. There is not much pen and ink, and nothing is big, leaving only some figures of the characters, but the voices and smiles of the characters are vividly on the paper. For example, when the mother heard her sister crying, she knocked on Nan Gezi's door with her finger and said, "Is it cold? Want to eat? "
Very common action description, very common life words, vividly describe the mother's love for her children, which is very real to read and listen to. "I cried before I finished, and I cried, too." The feeling of sadness is natural. Another example is to write a grandmother's text, which is concise, delicate and vivid. "A big girl" and "A child's success can be treated".
One or two movements, such as "closing the door by hand" and "holding the elephant for a while", vividly depict the complex feelings of the old man's concern, praise and urging for his grandchildren. When writing about his dead wife, he just said, "When I get to nave, I'll ask you about old things or learn from some books." A few strokes painted the deep affection between husband and wife. At the end, the author pinned his deep sorrow on a loquat tree.
"There is a loquat tree in the yard. My wife planted it in her hand when she died. Now it is as elegant as the cover. " Loquat tree was originally a still life without thoughts and feelings, but it linked the planting time with the year of his wife's death and felt the same; Add the word "today" before "graceful and restrained" to indicate that time is passing and still life shows dynamics.
The tree grows long and people die, things are different, time flies and feelings are unforgettable. I miss people more because I miss people and get in touch with things that have a certain relationship with people. Then the connection with things led to the sadness of the past.
Therefore, things are entrusted to send feelings, and things and I blend to further deepen the feelings of missing. Just saying that the tree is growing, not that people are missing, its artistic effect is: endless feelings beyond words, endless words, endless meaning.
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Ji Xiang declared the original:
Ming Dynasty: Gui Youguang
Jixuan, Qiannan attic. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. A century-old house, dust and mud oozing out, rain betting; Every time you move a case, you can look at it. You have no choice. The room faces north, so it gets dark at noon. I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard to keep out the sunshine in the south. It was sunny and the room was bright. I also planted Lan Gui bamboo and old pillars in court, which also increased my chances of winning.
Borrowing books, singing, sitting still, everything can be heard; The court was silent, birds pecked and people didn't go. On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is high, illuminating half of the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees are scattered, and the shadows are shaken by the breeze, which is very lovely.
However, I live here, and there are many things to be happy about and many things to be sad about. Before that, the courtyard was connected with the north and the south. At that time, uncles and uncles set up many small doors indoors and outdoors, and the walls were everywhere. After separation, dogs treat people living in the same yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen to eat, and chickens roost in the hall. The yard was fenced in at first, then the wall was repaired and changed twice. There is an old woman in the house. She used to live here. Old woman, my dead grandmother's maid, nursed for two generations, and her mother was very kind to her. The west and the back of the house are connected, and my mother used to come.
The old woman often says to me: "This place, your mother used to stand here." . Yu added, "Your sister is crying in my arms; Mother knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Are you cold? Do you want something to eat? I responded outside the board meeting. "Don't put it off until tomorrow, I cried, I cried." After a while, he brought one and said, "My grandfather Tai Changgong brought it to the emperor. You can use it in the future!"
Instead of going, he closed the door with his hand and said to himself, "My family's study has been ineffective for a long time, but I can wait for my son to succeed!" After a while, he took an elephant and said, "My ancestor Tai Changgong Xuande gave it to North Korea. You will use it one day!" "Looking at the ruins, like yesterday, is a trombone.
The veranda with windows on the ridge has caught fire four times and can't be burned down. It must be protected by gods. After living together for a long time, people can be distinguished by their feet. Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhuge Liang was born in central Gansu, and made great achievements.
Ji Xiang said, "Shu Qing defends the Dan point, which is beneficial to the world, and then Qin Huang builds a daughter to clear Taiwan; Liu Xuande and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhu Gekongming started in Longzhong. The ignorance of both sides is in a corner, and the world knows enough. The rest of the area is defeated in the house, and when the eyebrows are raised and the eyes blink, it is called a spectacle. What's the difference between a famous figure in Kan Jing and a frog? "
After I wrote this article, five years later, my wife married my family. She often came to the porch to ask me some old things, and sometimes I learned to write at the table. My wife went back to her parents' house to visit relatives, and came back to report to my little sister: "I heard that my sister has a small attic. What is that small attic?" ? "In the next six years, my wife died and my room was broken. Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time without any sustenance, and I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion. The pattern was slightly different from the past. However, after that, I was more outside than living here.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella.
Translation:
Xiangjixuan used to be the south attic. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. In this century-old house, the soil (on the roof wall) leaks from above, and the accumulated running water keeps flowing downwards; Every time I move the table, I look around and there is no room for the console table. The house faces north, so the sun can't shine. It gets dark after noon during the day.
I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard to block the sunshine in the south. The sun is reflecting and shining, and the room is very bright. I planted orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation in the yard at will, and the railings in the past also added new luster.
Books at home (not translated as "borrowed" here) are full of shelves. I look up and recite poems loudly, and sometimes I sit alone. Everything in nature has sound; The courtyard and steps are quiet, birds fly down from time to time to peck, and people don't leave here.
On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the bright moon hung high and lit up half the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees were scattered and the breeze blew through them, which was very lovely. However, I live here, and there are many things to be happy about and many things to be sad about. Before this, the courtyard was connected with the north and the south. When uncle and uncle were separated, many small doors were set up indoors and outdoors, and walls were everywhere.
After separation, dogs treat people who used to live in a yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen and chickens live in the hall. The yard was fenced off at first, then it was built into a fence and changed twice. There is an old woman at home who used to live here. This old woman, my dead grandmother's handmaid, has nurtured two generations, and my mother is very kind to her.
The west of the house is connected with the inner room. My mother used to come here often. The old woman often says to me: "This place, your mother used to stand here." The old woman said, "Your sister is crying in my arms. Your mother knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Is the child cold? Do you want to eat?' I answered one by one through the door? "
I started to cry before I finished, and the old woman also shed tears. I have been studying on the porch since I was fifteen. One day, my grandmother came to see me and said, "long time no see, son." Why do you stay here silently all day? Good girl! " "When you leave, close the door with your hand and say to yourself:
"Our scholar has been famous for a long time, and the success of (my) child is just around the corner!" After a while, he came up with an elephant and said, "This was used by my grandfather, Emperor Xuande, when he was in office. You will definitely use it in the future! " Looking back at the old things, it seems like yesterday, which really makes people burst into tears.
There used to be a kitchen to the east of Jixiangxuan, and people had to pass in front of it to go there. I live in it with the windows closed. After a long time, I can tell who it is by the footsteps. A ridge porch * * * was burned four times, but it couldn't burn down. Probably protected by the gods.
Xiang Ji said: There was a widow named Qing in Bashu. She inherited the cinnabar mine left by her husband, and the mining profit is the highest in the world. Later, Qin Shihuang built a "pregnant platform for women" to commemorate her. Liu Bei and Cao Cao competed for the world, and Zhuge Liang was born in Longzhong and made contributions to agriculture. These two people are still in an unknown remote corner. How can the world know?
I live in this shabby hut today, but I enjoy myself and think there are wonders. If anyone knows my situation, I'm afraid I'll be regarded as a short-sighted frog in the well! After I finished writing this article, my wife came to my house five years later. She often comes to the porch to ask me some old things. Sometimes she learns to write at her desk.
My wife went back to visit her relatives and said to her little sisters, "I heard that there is a small attic in my sister's house. What is that small attic?" "Six years later, my wife died, and the porch of the spine was broken and not decorated. Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time and had no (spiritual) sustenance, so I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion, and the pattern was slightly different from the past.
However, after that, I spent most of my time outside and didn't often live here. There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted when my wife died. Now it is as tall and lush as an umbrella.