Spring Then Thinking" is a representative work of the famous poet Yu Guangzhong. Yu's ancestral home is Yongchun, Fujian, but he was born in Nanjing in 1928. During his youth, he was immersed in the beautiful scenery, customs and long history and culture of Jiangnan water towns. At the age of 21, the poet left mainland China and moved to Taiwan. Due to the political isolation between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, he was never able to return to his hometown until the day when this poem was written. The longing for my hometown accumulates over time, and finally condenses into affectionate poems, bursting out.
"A letter in simplified Chinese asked me, saying that in late spring in March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and the warm wind from the strait is already changing direction. How many white hairs are turning back in the wind, one head It is an isolated island, with Kyushu at one end, but with a head of white hair like a dandelion. How long will it take for you to return home? ”
Chun and Jiangnan have been literati and poets since ancient times. The soul behind the pen has countless famous articles and fine sentences. When I saw the title "Spring, I Think of It", I was suddenly drawn into the poetic meaning of "The grass grows and orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows blow on the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke. Children come back early from school, and they are busy flying kites in the east wind". It's beautiful from the beginning. Standing at the head of Keelung Harbor, I remembered my nine-year-old childhood, when I was picking mulberries and catching dragonflies. There were lotuses, water chestnuts, crabs, lakes, fluttering wine flags, and Xiao Du (Du Mu), Su Xiaoxiao, Xi Shi, Fan Li and Qianlong, everything is beautiful, even the war is beautiful, this is naturally an unreasonable preference.
The poet's writings are filled with the distant and elegant atmosphere unique to Chinese literature, and all kinds of classical images are written in his writings. The poet once said: "I later wrote a lot of poems in Taiwan, sometimes about Flying Generals and Wang Zhaojun, sometimes about Qu Yuan and Li Bai, sometimes about Kuafu chasing the sun, and Jing Ke stabbing Qin. I suddenly realized that these are all my deep "China complex" "Performance." With this deep Chinese complex in it, everything in Jiangnan was beautiful. At that time, he was still in Jiangnan - the hometown that would later haunt him throughout his life.
The preface of the poem uses a large number of allusions, showing the beauty of Jiangnan from various aspects such as nature and humanities, scenery and characters, which is different from the desolation and coldness of the northwest. I was puzzled by Du Mu's appearance and I had little knowledge, so I looked up some information and was shocked to realize Xiao Du's romantic talent and the wanton rendering of the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in his countless masterpieces. Attached is his famous work "Jiangnan Spring"
I have heard that Li He wrote a poem "Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb"
The ancients were so obsessed with Jiangnan that they did not hesitate to go to sleep with bells in the morning and drums in the evening. Mountains and lakes, in the sound of the bells of Hanshan Temple, have completed the journey of life in decades. Jiangnan is so elegant to the bone.
In that beautiful Jiangnan, the author not only spent his poetic childhood, but also spent his childhood sweethearts and gentle and passionate youth. There are willow trees brushing the embankment, smoke in the cold moon, and a beautiful and gentle cousin. He once picked lotus and peeled water chestnuts with them. Those beautiful times made the poet think that he would stay by their side forever, but today they have all left, and the yellowed photos still cannot go back to the past, disappearing into the vast sea of ??people. . Yu Dafu once said, "I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear that my love would be too much for the beauty." Yu Guangzhong didn't think so. What he regretted was that there were so many cousins ??walking through the smoke-like willow embankment, but he could only marry one of them. one. The other cousins ??could only let them grow old alone in Jiangnan. Such a picture can't help but remind people of the poem "Wrong" by Zheng Chouyu, who is also a "modern classical poet", "I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the faces waiting in the seasons are like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers." This. This kind of miss is a beautiful mistake in Zheng Chouyu's opinion, but it is a helpless regret in Yu Guangzhong's poem, because "I can only marry one of them" (this lucky cousin is the future Mrs. Yu Fan Wocun). The past can never go away. The longing and bond lingering in your heart are like air. You cannot grasp it, cannot see it, and cannot smell it. Only when it overflows occasionally will you realize that it has penetrated deeply into your life.
"The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now the poet is standing at the head of Keelung Port, which is isolated from the mainland, thinking of his childhood sweethearts and cousins, and thinking of the present. Even if they meet again, they will no longer be able to accompany him to pick lotuses or water chestnuts as they did when they were young. Thinking that they have all grown old silently, the sweet memories instantly turn into a touch of sadness. Thinking of the aging of his cousins ??and the passing of his mother, the poet couldn't help but insert a Western noun "Easter" into the Eastern classical images on the paper. Borrowing its meaning, he pointed out "It is my mother who will not be resurrected" to express his sympathy. Infinite memory of my mother. The author's grief becomes even more intense when he thinks that his mother, who was once a little girl from the south of the Yangtze River, is nowhere to be found after the passage of time. Her "call" can only be heard at Yuantong Temple during Qingming Festival.