The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jiajian

The ancients said that it is not enough to know the history of Spring and Autumn without reading poems. Not reading poetry is not enough to taste the essence of culture; Not reading poetry is not enough to feel the spirit of heaven and earth; If you don't read poetry, you can't see the colorful beauty. The beauty of poetry is to taste it with your heart, and to taste a story through poetry, which has a * * * sound with your own heart. China's earliest collection of poems is The Book of Songs, and Jianjia is one of the famous love poems.

I first heard of "Jianjia" because of a song by Teresa Teng, "On the Water Side". The song is like a clear spring trickling out: the grass is green and foggy, and there are beautiful people on the water side. The green grass is lush and the white fog is blurred, and there is a beauty who lives by the water. I want to swim upstream and snuggle up to her. But there are dangerous beaches ahead, and the road is long and long. I want to go downstream and find her direction. But I seem to vaguely see her in the middle of the water ... The meaning of this song is exactly the same as that of Sword Armor, as if it were a modern version of Sword Armor.

Jianjia, a reed, grows in the south. The general growing season is summer, but the color of the sword armor in the poem is gray and the dew condenses into frost, so it is judged that the season at that time is autumn.

In the busy season, I watched my beloved woman standing in the middle of the water with crystal frost ... What a beautiful scene, but it also contained a kind of indifference. The person you love is clearly there, as if you can reach it with your hand, but it is so far away that you can never reach her. The more so, the more I miss it; The more I miss you, the more lonely I feel.

We are under the same sky, on the same land full of reeds. Through the bushes, I can vaguely see your graceful figure, but I can't touch you. Happiness is close at hand, but out of reach. I can clearly see you standing in the middle of the water, but it seems that you are far apart. How helpless and desolate it is!

The elusive and illusory love is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. You can see the beauty of flowers, but never touch the fragrance; Feel the beauty of the moon, leaving only the coolness of the fingertips across the ripples. You are so close to me, standing in front of me, as if at your fingertips. I'm desperate for you. In the end, I can only see you standing in the middle of the water, and I can never tell you that I love you.

The love in Jiaxu is beautiful, which has nothing to do with the difficulty of the process and the bleak ending. As long as it is pure love, it is beautiful.

"The so-called Iraqis are on the water side." Such love is like a mirror, I can see you, but I can never tell you that I love you.