I have seen the poem "The Cricket" by the modern poet Liushahe before, and I like the artistic conception very much. There is a sentence in it: "That cricket/steel wing flapped the golden wind/jumped across the strait/landed quietly over Taipei/landed in your yard/sang every night." Later, after studying ancient poems, I realized that the image of "cricket" is a very classic image in ancient poems, which can represent the characteristics of China people expressing their feelings.
The Book of Songs, Wind and July says, "October cricket, come under my bed." The ancients often expressed time series more easily by waiting for the response of insects to climate change. Crickets get under the bed, indicating that the weather is getting cold and autumn and winter are coming. The Book of Songs tang style Cricket is a work that directly uses cricket to express sadness: "Cricket is in class and is old." Crickets are in the first room, and a year is almost over. Nineteen ancient poems, high and long in Dongcheng, are about the anguish and loneliness of homesickness of wanderers, among which there are crickets: "The seasons change more, the years are getting faster, the morning breeze is painstaking, and the crickets are cramped." These humble waiting insects, like "cicadas", attract people's attention because of the change of seasons, and they have also become the carriers of ancient people's feelings. Autumn is getting deeper and the climate is getting colder, which also means that the life of crickets has come to an end. Therefore, images such as "cricket", "cold fly" and "promoting weaving" are often used in poetry to express the short sadness of life.
Liu Yong's "Qi's Family" is his masterpiece to express his feelings of traveling and traveling: "The cicada's singing destroys the leaves, the grass withers, and the corresponding noise." He painted a bleak picture of autumn scenery at dusk. This season, the wanderer in a foreign land has a scene of decline in front of him and a bleak insect sound in his ear. These scenes added more sadness to his lonely homesickness.
In Shi Dazu's Autumn Annals, it is also written that "the blue lights are cold, and the books are turned to worry about white hair". The season is also autumn, and the author hurts himself in the cold room, thinking that those generous partners have no news, and he is old and his youth will never come again.
Crickets also have an individual name called "promoting weaving", and "fighting to promote weaving" is a game that children like. Therefore, in addition to expressing the lament that time flies and life is short through the image of crickets, there are also some poems that express the joy of childhood and the sadness of old age by chanting crickets.
The most representative is Qi Tianle's chanting of Jiang Kui. The emotional tone of this word is extremely sad. At the beginning, it said, "Exposing wet copper paving and moss invading stone wells are all things I have heard. Mourning sounds like complaining. " At the end, it says, "Laugh at the fence, call for lights, children of the world. It is more bitter to write the piano. " Sighing that the joy of childhood passed quickly, now I can only feel bitter when I think about the laughter and laughter of that year and listen to the crickets now. I'm afraid the hatred expressed by the author on the earth can resonate with many people.
There are similarities in thoughts and feelings between Zhang Zi's Man Ting Workshop to Promote Weaving and Jiang Kui's Qi Tianle. The poem depicts a picture of promoting weaving on an autumn night. Because of the "intermittent cold sound" of crickets, they remembered childhood scenes and chased crickets with their partners. They were very happy. That cricket once brought them infinite pleasure. Now, because of the growth of age, I can no longer appreciate the happiness that children get from "playing", and I can only listen to its lonely singing in the cold night of late autumn. "Today, I said that from the bottom of the canal bed, the cold night was accompanied by lonely songs." Recalling the past is often sad. When we are unfamiliar with this world, we can have more happiness, while in the adult world, there is always more sadness than happiness.
The poem of Liushahe says, "It's that cricket/singing outside your window/singing outside my window ... You should guess what I'm singing/what you're thinking/China people have the mentality of China people/China people have the ears of China people". However, our ears may not hear the plaintive voice of crickets for a long time. In modern cities, the sound of car horns has already covered all the sounds of nature, and we rarely feel the sound of every plant, tree and insect brought about by the change of time series, so we are less moved.
It is true that social progress is unstoppable, but those emotions and moods that have touched people should not be erased. Reading those poems about autumn in ancient poetry, we will read a lot of sadness and sorrow, and the plaintive voice of crickets is like an indispensable ornament. On those cold autumn nights, beside the well platform and in the grass, it sang, sang the short view of the end of the year, sang that time had passed, sang the sadness of autumn, and sang the thoughts and loneliness of a wandering beauty. Hearing its song, people's thoughts will be more bitter and their loneliness will be deeper. Cricket sounds are "more monotonous than the most monotonous music and more harmonious than the most harmonious sound". Wherever China people's footprints go, there are sad groans and beautiful songs.
May our ears hear more sounds of nature, a flower blooms, a grass grows, a drop of dew drops on the treetops, a gust of wind blows through the pine forest, and an aging cricket sings the song of life where we can't see it.