Author:? Song Yangbiao
About 16 or 17 years ago, on a Mid-Autumn Festival night, the moon was bright. I was waiting for a long-distance bus at the south bridge of Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge. It was dusk, and the imperial ghost in Nanjing city was already haggard. A classmate came to see me off. Because I didn't know when I could wait for the bus, and there was no mobile phone to surf the Internet to kill time, the two of us said, let's recite poems. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, we take the moon as the theme, and each person recites a poem with the moon to see who recites more. Finally, I won a lucky sentence.
There is not a moon hanging over the capital, and tens of thousands of washing mallets are beating. Some of them are busy and colorful, but they are immersed in the artistic conception of poetry, and the surroundings are like the focus compressed by the camera's telephoto. Only when the focus is clear can they no longer interfere with their emotions and return to poetry completely. The moon in the brain and the moon in the sky are integrated because of poetry.
A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground. Poetry enriches time and polishes the soul.
Now that I think about it, I was young and frivolous, and I dared to do so after reading a few books. Now I am old, at most, I sing my songs loudly and drink my wine. I can never start my home in green spring. I never dare to read or recite poems with others.
A set of Chinese poetry conferences broadcast by CCTV these days have aroused great concern of Chinese people, and I have followed them for many days. I suddenly remembered this scene many years ago, and I was in a trance.
Read pre-Qin poems, feel the innocence of ancestors, read Han Yuefu, feel the old customs of folk customs, read Tang poems, feel the weather of big countries, read Song ci, and feel the taste of life.
Every poem handed down from generation to generation bears a deep brand of the times and records the endless blood of our nation. This diamond-like vein, stretching for thousands of years, shines with stars, illuminating the history of the Chinese nation and deeply imprinted in our hearts.
What continues the lifeblood of our country and nation and makes our nation stand out from the crowd is not our vast territory and the Great Wall across Wan Li, but the culture inherited from the Oracle Bone Inscriptions era. This culture with Chinese characters as its carrier has been in the same strain since its birth. In this context, the most essential thing is poetry.
Poetry is the most refined and touching literary form.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Dili means nothing to me. Fifteen words vividly describe the life of our ancestors, so that people today can see their ancestors after reading them.
Broken bamboo, bamboo, flying soil, meat. These are eight words, and you can see the lively scene of athletes hunting at once. Compared with the complicated and lengthy description of modern people, the ancients described the hunting scene most incisively with words without dyslexia at all.
This kind of literary description full of visual impact is produced when literature has not really taken shape. Naturally, this may be the truest description of our ancestors' literary works.
Poetry in each era has different characteristics. As mentioned above, the pre-Qin period was naive. In the era of Chu Ci, the articles began to be colorful, imaginative and freely blooming, which was the greatest contribution of Chu Ci to literature. The romantic style of Chu Ci has a great influence on the literary creation of later generations. "The body is dead, the spirit is spiritual, and the soul is heroic." This kind of literary praise for heroes is inherited from the Book of Songs, followed by the Han Yuefu, and reached the Tang poetry and Song poetry.
I like both Tang poetry and Song poetry, and I like them very much. I wrote many metrical poems myself when I was young, but relatively speaking, I prefer Tang poetry, and the boldness and boldness in Tang poetry is the life state that China men dream of.
You can't turn the red flag out of the army to serve the country, but you should also be a chivalrous man who drinks too much.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow. Sand, from the desert, flies yellow to heaven. This September night is cold in the wheel towers and valleys, full of broken boulder pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind. This kind of ambition to expand the territory and this kind of atmosphere in the prosperous Tang Dynasty can't be compared even in the era when the Han Dynasty was strong. The Tang poems faithfully recorded the loyalty and lofty aspirations of the ancestors to the country. Every descendant, reading these bloody Tang poems, who can not feel a great country feeling?
Song poetry was criticized as too much reasoning and too little lyricism. In fact, there are many beautiful works in the Song Dynasty, and my favorite is the sketch by a little-known poet, Tang Geng: spring is boring with smoke and lakes, and sunny with wild water and light. The grass is still raining, and the mountain purple is setting.
Of course, the most attractive thing in the Song Dynasty is Song Ci, either generosity or tenderness. Rising is a river of no return, and receiving love is a willow. Xin Qiji, a poet, took dozens of riders into Jin Jun's tent and captured the traitor alive. However, in the face of his inability to return to heaven, he can only sigh "looking at Chang 'an in the northwest and pitying countless mountains".
Due to the ease of life in the Southern Song Dynasty, the small court supported many prickly poets, some of whose poems were very good, such as some words by Jie Jiang and others, "Cherry is red, banana is green". Personally, I have no objection to these words. Graceful writing, to some extent, is a reflection of leisure life, in which the use and carving of words and expressions have reached the peak. The descriptions of life scenes in some Song Ci poems are still used by ordinary people. The courtyard is deep, and when the bright moon was there, it once returned to the colorful clouds, and it was a beach of gulls and herons. These extreme descriptions of the details of life are also a portrayal of the life of the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty. These high-ranking officials and dignitaries simply can't remember the old friends in the Central Plains, "looking south to Julian Waghann for another year".
"I haven't seen heather for a long time. I'm talking about the empty north. On the spot, I stretched out my hand to turn the tide, and finally I was rewarded with a hero. The envoys of the Han nationality, like rivers, flow eastward. For the time being, go to the enemy's tent again. I will definitely make up my mind to conquer them in the future. Next time I am with the benefactor, I will be in this country belonging to the great Song Dynasty.
It is the city of Tang Yao, the land of Yushun, and the land of enfeoffment. Among them, there should be a half-ashamed vassal to defend the country. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are filled with the spirit of nomads in the Jin Dynasty, the heroic spirit of patriots in previous dynasties, and the great resistance to Dae Eui Kim. When will it be unimpeded? There is no need to ask about the fate of the gold people, and the motherland will shine in the sky like a bright sun. The word "cat" is often copied by me.
And Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Near Mid-Autumn Festival Dongting Grass", which I like very much. While writing their feelings, they wrote down their feelings for their home country and their deep worries about the nation. To this day, whenever we read these poems, our hearts collide with those of the poets.
These poems have been sung up to now, not because of how gorgeous their words are, but because they can directly hit our hearts, so that we can still have a * * * shock with them after 1000 years, because our feelings for our home country are always the same.
Across the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, across the Republic of China and across modern times, the only poet I can recognize is our great leader Comrade Mao Zedong.
From his ultimate questioning of "being independent from the cold autumn and asking about the boundless earth" to the fearlessness of "the enemy is surrounded by thousands of heavy things, and I will never move", to the excitement of "ten thousand acres are full of frost, and the heavenly soldiers are angry at the sky and catch Zhang Huizan ahead", and then to the heroism of "the mountains are like the sea, the sunset is like blood, and now they are striding over from the beginning".
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the poems of the old man not only reflected his peerless lofty sentiments of reaching the peak and overlooking the ages, but also profoundly reflected his incomparable true feelings for the people.
The heavy rain fell on Youyan, and the white waves were overwhelming, reflecting the vicissitudes of life and the feelings of people's liberation in the historical cycle.
The mighty Chunjiang River meanders for a while, and the peaks are open for a while, which reflects the people's confident planning for the future after the establishment of China.
A bridge flies north and south, and the natural moat becomes a thoroughfare, which records the lofty desire of the people to change places on another day.
China will flourish in 600 million years, which is the incomparable expectation of new people in the new society.
In order to sacrifice more ambition, it is a pleasure for the people to change society by daring to teach the sun and the moon to change the weather.
It is a tribute to see a new group of people's heroes come out of the new society and enjoy watching thousands of rice waves and heroes from all over the world fall in the evening smoke.
Looking at Jinsong in the dusk, flying in the clouds is still calm, which reflects the calmness and detachment of China * * * producers in the struggle.
A unique hero drives tigers and leopards, and no hero is afraid of bears, which reflects his fearless romantic revolutionary feelings.
It is the old man's expectation of clearing the world in the future, and it is also his final aspiration to fight for the people.
The fundamental reason why these poems echo so far is that they can still find vibration points in our blood. They are the echo of our history in reality and the dynamic role of history in reality.
When we recite these poems left by our ancestors for thousands of years, our blood will certainly follow the rhythm, because they are the cultural genes of our nation and the excitement that can ignite our feelings at any time. No matter whether it hits our sore spot or our joyful heart, we can always be excited with traditional poetry, because it has already melted into our blood and cannot be removed.
This is our cultural gene and the birthmark that distinguishes us from any other country. It can touch our hearts at any time and let us follow pain or joy. This is the power of poetry.