I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
"Poetry? 6? 1 Xiaoya? 6? 1 Picking Wei"
[Today's translation] In the past, when I left home to go on an expedition, the willows would be soft and dance with the wind. Now when I return to my hometown, snowflakes are flying all over the sky.
[Appreciation] "Plucking Wei" is a poem about a soldier who was sent to guard the border from the time he went out to fight to when he returned home. These four lines are famous lines in the poem that blend scenes together. The two overlapping words "Yiyi" and "Feifei" not only describe the graceful posture of the willow branches and the flying snow in a very concrete and vivid way, but also vividly reveal the inner world of this person. "Yangliu Yiyi" expresses his reluctance to leave his hometown and relatives when he went to war in the spring. "Rain, snow and falling rain" reminds us of the many hardships he endured during the journey, and highlights his sadness and anger when he returned home. Wang Euzhi of the Qing Dynasty said that these four lines of poetry "use happy scenes to describe sorrow, use sad scenes to write joy, and double the sorrow and joy." ("Jiang Zhai Poetry Talk")
[Original work] Picking Wei, Picking Wei, Wei Also stop. It's said to be returned, it's said to be returned, and the years are endless. The reason why the house is so spacious and the house is so sloppy is Yan Xun. Picking weeds, picking weeds, the weeds are soft and soft. When I say return, I say return, and my heart also stops worrying. Worry is intense, hunger and thirst are present. Our garrison has not yet been decided, and the extravagant envoys have returned. Picking weeds and picking weeds, the weeds have just stopped. It is said to be returned, it is said to be returned, and the year is also the end of Yang. The king's affairs are extravagant, and he does not forget to open his office. Worried and guilty, I can't do it. What's Pilvi? The beauty of Wei Chang. Where is Belus? A gentleman's chariot, a military chariot, and a military chariot are both driven and have four kinds of industry. How dare you settle down? Three victories in one month. He drove four horses, and the four horses raced. Gentlemen rely on them, villains rely on them. Four male wings, like fish-killing clothes. Isn’t it a daily precept? Yan 狋 acanthus. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am! The planning and launching of war is the work of "meat eaters". Individuals who are forced to be involved in it cannot control their own destiny. They are like fallen leaves fluttering in the wind. They drift with the current and let the hands of fate play with them at will. They are tired, sad and painful. Sickness, aging, and death are all involuntarily. I can only sigh secretly and look up to the sky. I'm afraid this is the only right and "property" that ordinary soldiers have left that belongs to them.
Singing a sad song with this right will not offend the gentlemen, right? The worry of being homeless, the boredom of having no fixed place to live, the hard work and exhaustion of frequent battles, the pain of missing one's hometown, the emotion of one's destiny, the hatred of the invading enemy, the yearning for a peaceful and peaceful life, the sentimentality of touching the scene, The fear of unpredictable fate and the long wait all impact the sensitive, thoughtful and anxious mind all the time. Singing them out is a kind of self-compassion and self-soothing, just like a wounded animal. Only one can lick the wound, endure the pain and experience the sadness by oneself.
If you lose even the desire and instinct to scream after being injured, you will be completely numb and materialized. For a soul that is accustomed to being manipulated by fate, suffering, and suffering from sorrow, hardship, hardship, fatigue, guns, swords, and arrows are not scary. The terrible thing is that the body is like a dead man, the heart is as gray as ashes, and the spirituality and vitality of a living individual have been completely lost.
Sensitivity to sadness and pain not only shows an individual’s genuine concern for his or her living situation, but also demonstrates an individual’s self-awareness and will. The expression of sadness and pain is not only a helpless sigh and sorrow, but also a unique way of expressing unwillingness to endure injury and pain, and unwillingness to surrender to fate. What it wants to tell us is that I am sad, I am in pain, and I am helpless, but I am unwilling and dissatisfied. I also have my own yearnings and pursuits, and my own value and dignity.
Individuals who can think and act in this way are not actually "small". From the perspective that he is powerless and unable to control his own destiny, he is weak; from the perspective that he is unwilling to succumb to the mercy of fate and has his own pursuit, he is great. Because of this, singing one's inner sorrow and pain is no longer a simple matter. Even if the singer seems to do it inadvertently, his inner motivation is obvious.
The whole life is like a war. As long as you are alive, you will be forced to be involved in this war, and you will have sorrow, pain, trouble, fear, and despair. yearn for. Pursuit, helplessness and other survival experiences. The poems expressing these experiences are themselves moving philosophies of existence.