The first chapter: The story of Qingming Poetry was in Tomb-Sweeping Day more than 900 years ago, when the peach blossoms blossomed and Li Huaxiao laughed. Huang Tingjian, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, also came out for an outing.
Just a few days ago, I was demoted by my predecessor Zhang San, and I was very unhappy. Just seeing the peach blossoms all over the tree, I suddenly felt much more relaxed. Walking, I suddenly saw some tombstones standing in the field by the roadside. The tombstone is covered with weeds, and some smoke rises slowly in the grass. They are surrounded by a large group of people, burning paper money, talking about their worries, and their faces are full of sadness.
Before I could observe a moment of silence for the dead, a white dragon suddenly jumped in the air and it rained wildly. I hurried to the restaurant to take shelter from the rain. After the rain, I continued to walk in the street and suddenly found that the flowers were brighter, the willows were greener, the grass was greener, and everything became so beautiful.
Walking, I thought of the Qi man who had no dignity: he ate the food left by others for the dead every day to satisfy his hunger and went home to brag to his wife: "That XXX invited me to dinner again today!" " "People like him have a humble life and no dignity. Others don't want high officials and high salaries, but their ambitions are unshakable, aiming to embrace trees and burn mountains.
Indeed, whether you are noble or humble, whether you are smart or stupid, you will eventually be a wormwood mountain, but the meaning of life is very different. People are inherently mortal. Or heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Perhaps this is the truth of being a man.
Chapter 2: The Story of Qingming Poetry: More than 900 years ago, I, the famous poet Huang Tingjian, will visit the grave alone today.
I looked at the beautiful scenery in the suburbs: peach blossoms and plum blossoms are in full bloom, as if decorating the Qingming Festival. But when I saw those abandoned fields and graves full of weeds, my good mood disappeared. In Qingming, it is obviously a sacrifice. Why is this? A thunder woke up all the animals, but the vegetation became more and more lush after the rain. This is a dynamic scene, but it doesn't make me happy. However, seeing this scene reminds me of two stories.
A long time ago, a Qi man prayed for the dead when he was in Tomb-Sweeping Day. If not, they will secretly swallow all the good wine and meat after they leave. When he got home, he lied to his wife and concubine about eating and drinking at a friend's house when he was an official, and said how his master treated him warmly. This kind of life is obscene and humble, and there is no personal dignity.
The hero of another story is much more noble. His name is Jiezitui, and he is the hero of Jin Wengong's founding. However, because he didn't like being an official, he lived in seclusion in the mountains. Jin Wengong thinks he is a talented person. He has repeatedly asked Jietui to be an official and a big official, but Jietui didn't want to get involved in the intrigue of the imperial court, so he didn't accept the invitation. At this time, Jin Wengong listened to the nonsense of the villain, and thought that Jiezitui didn't want to accept the invitation, which was to brush his face, so he followed the advice of a minister. Soon the fire rushed to the top of the mountain, with great potential to start a prairie fire. Jin Wengong and his ministers waited for a long time at the foot of the mountain. Even the fire has gone out, and there is no sign of pushing it away. They led the minister up the mountain to look for it, and saw Jiexiu and his mother burned to death under a big tree, not far from Jiexiu's hut. At this time, Jin Wengong regretted it very much. Not only did he recommend burying his mother, but he also took out a piece of wood from a charred tree, made slippers and put them on his feet every day, which was the reason for his "first step".
Thinking of these two stories, I seem to see the treacherous faces of Qi people and the noble appearance of mesons.
Alas! I can't help sighing. Everyone dies. Would you rather be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather? I believe your choice is correct.
Chapter III: Stories of Qingming Poems Recalling Tomb-Sweeping Day more than 900 years ago, I, Huang Tingjian, wandered on the Qingming Road.
Qingming is the representative of spring. Peach blossoms climbed up the branches and smiled shyly. Li Hua put on a snow-white floral dress. Spring thunder bursts, and animals and plants are full of vitality. After a hibernation, the rabbit seemed to have magic and ran happily in the Woods. Birds put on beautiful new clothes, walked out of their nests, jumped on branches, sang and danced, and the universe was full of vitality. The spring rain is continuous, and the rain and dew flow from the leaves, drip from the branches, emerge from the rivers and show from all corners of the world.
But Qingming is sad. Whenever I think of Qingming, my first thought is the lost relatives and friends. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, God seemed to be crying with tears. Tears of excitement for those who pay for us, tears of sadness for those who get something for nothing. In the cemetery in the suburbs, the dead are buried. From birth to death, from death to life, the dead lie underground, and the living feel sad for these dead. Looking at this beautiful and clear scenery, I can't help thinking that people buried underground can't see this beautiful scenery, and I feel sad secretly. Life is different. Death is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Some people die without any dedication to the country, while others die thinking about the corruption and victory of the country. I thought of a Qi native, a Qi native without a trace of dignity. He is too poor to earn money. He sneaked into the cemetery all day, ate food for the dead in front of the grave, and finally sneaked home. When he got home, he didn't admit his mistake, but told his wife that he had gone to a rich family to eat wine and meat. Such people have no value of existence and no dignity. This reminds me of those high-quality mesons in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. After People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded, he helped Jin Wengong. Instead of eating, drinking and having fun, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and lived a simple life. Jin Wengong asked him to be an official, Jiezitui preferred to live a simple life in the mountains, and Jin Wengong asked him to go through customs to help him, so he ordered the mountain to be burned. But the meson push didn't come down after the fire went out. Jin Wengong and his troops went up and saw Jiezitui and his old mother burned to death under a tree. Jin Wengong felt very ashamed.
I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the beautiful scenery of Qingming. I sighed and said, "Although no matter how wise or stupid it is, it will be a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different." So, I wrote Qingming, a poem that expresses the values of life-peach blossoms smile during Qingming, and Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who is who for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. ...
Back to the present, I recall seeing the vitality of nature at that time, but I think of the inevitable fate of death in the world, a negative and nihilistic thought, with sad emotions interwoven between the lines. ...
Chapter Four: The Story of Qingming Poetry More than 900 years ago, I went for an outing in the suburbs and went to a deserted place. Many dead people are buried in the ground here. This is a cemetery. Although it is daytime, it still reveals a trace of terror. This reminds me of the poet Huang Tingjian.
Qingming is the best day of the four seasons, with peach blossoms and plum blossoms in full bloom; But in that desolate place, the dead were buried underground, which made people sad. This reminds me of two stories:
There was a man from the State of Qi who went out on Qingming Day. Some people will visit the graves of their deceased relatives and bring some chicken, duck, fish and wine. Qi people took the opportunity to ask for some food, but people refused to give it to him. He waited until they left before eating the food to satisfy his hunger. He is covered in oil. He came home and said to his wife, "A big official invited me to dinner today!" "Such people have no backbone and no self-esteem.
However, mesons are not such people.
He is very talented. After he helped Jin Wengong build a country, he lived in seclusion in the mountains without any reward. However, Jin Wengong wanted him to be an official, so he sent someone to invite him, but he refused the invitation. Jin Wengong heard a little man say, "Do you still need to invite people to Jin Runwen Palace? With a simple order, it must be an official! " When Jin Wengong heard about it, he went to Jiezitui to live in seclusion in the mountains. A hero said that he set the fire, but Jin Wengong did. I set three fires, but I didn't see Jean push them, so I sent someone to search them. It turned out that Jean Tui and his mother were burned to death under a tree. Jin Wengong regretted it and gave him a heavy funeral.
This poem by Huang Tingjian lashed the ugliness of life, seemingly negative, but actually angry.
Chapter Five: The Story of Qingming Poetry More than 900 years ago, I, Huang Tingjian, went for an outing in the suburbs alone.
Every April outing in previous years, I looked up at peach blossoms and plum blossoms on hard land. Powder is like fire, white as snow, powder? There is a gentle feeling, white? There is a cool ice. Peach blossom powder is full of luster and white. Plum blossoms are elegant, white and green. They all smell great. But when I saw the rows of tombstones on the mountain, I couldn't help but pour out my heart. Why is this fate? I looked at the grave, stopped for a long time, shook my head, and finally felt better, but my heart still shed tears silently and my mood fell again.
Spring! Rainy season, well said, spring rain is as expensive as oil and nourishes everything. Sometimes thunder rumbles and excites my heart. After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the market, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, shining in the sun and shining on me. I looked at the scenery on the road: the grass just finished drinking the milk from the rain and dew, and immediately began to turn green, bright and sweet. Xiaohua also blinked and stretched, as if to say, "wake up, your body is so strong!" " "how about it? Those with names and those without names twinkle like stars. I dare not push. I stepped on it gently, and there was a little blood in my heart. By the river, under the caress of the spring rain, uncle became strong, with brown and black trunks and green leaves, as if to drip down. Several birds fly from the tree and look for delicious food in the tree. It is really distressing! I walked quietly under the tree. Alas, they found me. They jumped up and flew away. Watching flocks of birds fly and fly away. I wonder: Do they want to move spring to other places? Oh, how naive! But at the sight of the grave, I felt bad again. I think of two stories:
A Qi native, with a poor family, eating is a big deal. Every time they go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, Qi people secretly follow others to visit graves, and people often bring chickens, ducks and fish prepared in advance. After the people left, Qi people secretly ate something and drank a lot of wine, then staggered home and told his wife that he was invited to dinner. Hey! Life is so cheap! What a bitch!
There is also a man named Jiezitui who helped Jin Wengong live in seclusion in the mountains after the establishment of People's Republic of China (PRC). Everyone wanted him to be an official, but he didn't want to, so a man came up with an idea: set fire to the forest. Can he not come out? But meson would rather die than surrender and be burned alive. Compared with these two people, meson is still alive with backbone! I really should learn from him!
A person, whether clever or clumsy, must live with backbone. The same death, the same burial in the grave, not a heroic death, isn't that as light as a feather? Therefore, we must live strong and die bravely!
Chapter six: The story of Qingming Poetry in 900. I, Huang Tingjian, went for an outing in the suburbs in April. Just one person.
It happened to be the Qingming Festival, and the spring thunder awakened everything, and the universe brought vigorous vitality to nature. With the continuous spring rain, a piece of fragrant grass has grown on the earth, and peaches and plums are in full bloom. But the barren land of the field is a cemetery, and the dead are buried underground, which makes people living in this world sad for a while. There is a fine line between death and life. What is the meaning of life? But everyone's life is unique. Some lives are good, others are bad, which is her own nature.
In ancient times, there was a Qi people who lived without dignity. With nothing to eat, they begged for ancestor worship in places where people pay homage to their loved ones. People don't give it, just wait for him to worship and steal it after he leaves. When I got home, I said to my wife and concubine, "Someone invited me to dinner again today." Proud expression. To put it mildly, there is no dignity, to put it bluntly, it is shameless! This kind of person's life is wretched and humble, and there is no personal dignity.
Another kind of person, life is completely different. For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, meson Tui assisted Jin Wengong to rebuild the country and ascend to the throne, and he did not ask for high officials and high salaries. He prefers to live in seclusion in the mountains. But Jin Wengong really hopes that he will become a senior official and continue to help him govern the country. So he came to the mountain and ordered Yamakaji to push the meson out. But when the fire went out, no one came out. Jin Wengong led people to search and finally found the bodies of him and his old mother under a charred tree. Jin Wengong regretted it, but it was too late. Don't such people deserve our respect? Memories Jin Wengong should think so, and held a grand funeral for him.
People are born smart and stupid. But life can't be without regrets and mediocrity! If you lie, brag and mean like that Qi man, what's the difference between that and salted fish! But if you are as unshakable as meson push, you would rather burn to death in Mianshan than give in to others! However, in the end, people will always end their lives or be buried in loess. How can we tell the difference between the two?
To borrow a sentence from Sima Qian, people are inherently mortal, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. Do you want to die like a feather or like Mount Tai, or the same sentence: Everything depends on your fate!
I, Huang Tingjian, must be more important than Mount Tai and cherished by the world, not the kind of person who died like a salted fish!
Chapter VII: The Story of Qingming Poetry More than 900 years ago, I, a famous great poet in the Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian Zhun, was going out for an outing in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I put on plain clothes and walked out of the house. During the Qingming Festival, spring thunder and thunder awakened everything, and the universe brought vitality to the earth. Birds are singing in the branches, full of affection; Butterflies are dancing lightly among the flowers. Ah, everything is so beautiful, so quiet! However, Noda's barren place is the grave where the dead are buried. The dead are buried, which makes the living feel sad, so I pay homage to my dead relatives on this day, which reminds me of the story of Qi people.
A Qi man, whose family is as poor as a church mouse, goes to other people's graves every day to eat as a memorial service. He is rich in things: big fish and big meat, snacks in the afternoon, good wine and expensive wine ... He just waits for undertaker to leave, and then goes to other people's graves to eat a big meal, with a greasy face. But there is no paper towel to wipe your mouth. When you get home, you show it to your wives and concubines and lie to them about eating and drinking at a friend's house who is a senior official, and how the host treats him warmly. This kind of person lives a wretched life and has no personal dignity. It is disgusting to think of it!
But there are also some scholars, such as meson tui in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. After the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), he helped Jin Wengong, preferring to live in seclusion in the mountains rather than accept high officials and generous salaries. Jin Wengong asked him to be an official three times, but he refused. I don't know who has a bad idea: burn the mountain and let the meson push it down. As a result, when Jin Wengong took people up the mountain, he found him dead with a willow tree in his arms. What a pity that such a great man passed away!
I think people are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. No matter what the level of wisdom and stupidity is, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. I came home and wrote a poem:
Qingming Festival
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Chapter 8: The story of Qingming Poetry: "It rains in succession during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Another Tomb-Sweeping Day. I wore a robe and went for an outing on the grassland.
A piece of green grass was covered with a green carpet. Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are all in bloom, revealing a lovely little face and smiling at you. This is really gratifying. However, there is a wasteland in the distance and a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead people were buried under the cemetery, which really made me sad. There are only dark clouds here and it is raining in Mao Mao. At this moment, suddenly, a bang made my heart tremble and woke up the small animals. At this moment, I was walking in the rain, stepping on the soft grass and thinking, "Alas!
Some Qi people, even though he secretly took the sacrifices given to the dead by others and his mouth was covered with oil, were still very happy, but they went home and proudly lied and boasted to their wives and concubines that he was eating at a friend's house and that he was generous and gave him so much food. This kind of person is despicable and has no personal dignity, which really makes me angry. Like meson tui, he helped establish the state of Jin, not a high official, but lived in seclusion in the mountains. Even if Yamakaji is released, he will keep his promise and would rather be burned in it. The will of meson push is unshakable, which is really polarization. I sighed: "Although you are smart or stupid, you will eventually end up with a mountain of Artemisia, but the meaning of life is very different."
At this time, I raised my pen and wrote the poem Qingming with a brush. Peach blossoms smile during the Qingming period, and Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.