Yao Tao is one of The Book of Songs, National Style and Nan Zhou. It is a wedding song, that is, a song to send the bride. On the wedding day, the bridesmaid sent the bride out, and everyone walked around the bride to the groom's house, singing: "Peach blossoms wither and burn its glory …" The red peach blossoms are more beautiful than the bride's beautiful appearance. How can the family be unhappy when they marry such a girl? Peach trees full of fruits are a metaphor that the bride will have more children for her husband's family (the old idea of having more children and more happiness), so that the husband's family can prosper. Peach trees with dense branches and leaves will make the family prosperous forever. Throughout, red peach blossoms, plump and delicious peach fruits and lush peach leaves are used to compare the beautiful youth of newlyweds, wishing their love as beautiful as peach blossoms and as evergreen as peach trees. This poem adopts the method of overlapping chapters and sentences, and each chapter has the same structure, only replacing a few words, so it is repeatedly praised and lingering; Beautiful words are integrated with the beauty of the bride and the joy of love, which very aptly renders the festive atmosphere of the wedding.
It's also my favorite poem. Not as good as Li Shangyin's untitled melody, Qiu Si in Ma Zhiyuan's artistic conception and Cui Hu's peach blossom poems. I like it only because I personally like the tradition of China-blind date!
Speaking of blind date, I always think of another poem: boudoir, written by Zhu Qingyu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Last night, the red candle stopped and I went to visit menstruation at dawn. After putting on makeup, I whispered to my husband, is thrush deep and fashionable? " Think about it, hazy feelings, starting from blind date, the future bride, secretly hiding behind the barrier, looking at her husband who spends her life with her, the kind of heartbeat and shyness that we modern people will never feel. Before the blind date, we had never even heard of each other, let alone met. We got married first and then established our feelings. This is an ancient way of love. In a daze, the whole life is so shaky. Modern people think that the ancients were unhappy and tied their lives at will. Actually, what about ourselves?
The May 4th Movement began to advocate free love. Perhaps, this is the progress of an era. I always believe that everything in the world has advantages and disadvantages. The greater the advantage, the greater the hidden disadvantage. Maybe this is what Buddhists call conservation. Because of free love, people today know that love is so hurtful. I think ancient poems about love are mostly about missing, recalling or remembering ghosts. In the eyes of the ancients, the model of love is nothing more than the fabricated butterfly lovers, Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing in Peacock Flying Southeast, and Sima Xiangru and his wife. People don't know how much they love, just as we never know how beautiful it is. We just rely on our modern people's imagination to add a halo to praise, comfort and deceive ourselves!
So, is modern love great? Dedicated love is born of affection, develops from promiscuity and ends in unrequited love. The ancients didn't have a mobile phone or the Internet, and their contact information was far less developed than that of modern people. Because of this, the ancients were less likely to cheat and change their minds. Without the temptation of the outside world, there will be less unnecessary betrayal. Those lonely people often fantasize about the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's romance and think about Gua Tian's heartbeat and vicissitudes of life. In fact, who knows? In the face of trivial necessities, romance is only romance, heartbeat can only be heartbeat, and commitment is only commitment.
I don't agree with the ancients' polygamy, but I appreciate the ancients' proposal of being faithful to their lives. In this world, there is really no background of blind date, too little.
Just like me, I always think that heartache is only a moment, memories can be forgotten, and time can change everything. In fact, time is only time, but I am still me!