In the early morning of early summer, the sun fell brightly and softly from the leaves, spreading the pages of the Book of Songs one by one, which was beautiful. This kind of beauty grows and spreads in the bottom of my heart, winding around the plane tree standing outside the window. In this summer, the phoenix tree, an ancient plant in the Book of Songs, fell into the shade in the breeze.
When I was a child, I thought the Book of Songs was a love poem. The water in Han, Qin, Yan and Qi is completely cold, and I want to drip. The flowers of Hui, Lan, Zhi and Heng are beautiful, and I want to pick them. Shuttling through beautiful and dense poems, looking at men and women on both sides of the ancient river, their laughter and tears, happiness and resentment love stories, people are moving.
So much love in The Book of Songs is sincere and life-oriented, without shouting greatness and sublimity, but those unpretentious sentences are unforgettable. The gentleman's eager pursuit of my fair lady in Guan Luo; The man's hope and nostalgia for the wandering girl in Han Guang: "Drumming" is the Millennium oath of "holding your hand and growing old with your son"; There is also the true love gift in Papaya, which is the true love of ordinary people. Between the lines, the beauty of simplicity is full.
In addition to love, there is also the labor and wisdom of that era. With the meteor, ancestors cultivated, hunted, sacrificed, gardening, married and so on. This is a way of life handed down from generation to generation. The Book of Songs is a true portrayal of daily life in that era.
The words in The Book of Songs are the most beautiful footnotes in simple and elegant Chinese paintings. Or the moonlight is like water at night, or the fragrant countryside, or the spotless plants, without losing the meaning of simplicity. The artistic image of The Book of Songs is pure and simple, without any whitewash, but it is deeply imprinted in people's hearts.
We should thank The Book of Poetry. In the modern society where high-rise buildings are brightly lit, when we read the Book of Songs deeply, we suddenly returned to the scattered ancient villages. After three thousand years, we can still feel the life of the people in the pre-Qin period. In the quaint village at the end of the building, there are crows and dogs barking and men and women falling in love. The "Iraqis" by the water, the "neutrons" climbing over the wall, and the "quiet girl" I am in charge of. When the war comes, there will be great pride in making contributions, and there will be heroic posture in galloping the battlefield. The long night will make homesick people look through the autumn water with sadness, and the story of expecting your return will become a dream expectation in the distant years.
The men and women in The Book of Songs are lucky. They live in the simplest place. Pushing the door out is a comfortable Yuan Ye with mountains and rivers that make people feel relaxed and happy. This vast spiritual world is full of fragrance and breeze. People are picking plants, picking their own happiness, sadness and hope. Every fragment of life can sing a song and become a ballad. Perhaps this is the highest realm of poetry, but it sings the purest melody without modification. So the poetry collectors who picked Mu Duo ran among the flowers and plants in the fields, walked in the wonderful nature, listened to the pure songs and quickly wrote down every note.
The Book of Songs, a collection of poems that recorded more than 500 years from the Zhou Dynasty to the Spring and Autumn Period, flowed in the long river of history, full of ancient meaning, exquisite and graceful. The ancient breeze blows through the soul, feeling the beauty after a thousand years, and washing away the clear sense of music in the noisy world.