Ancient poetry is like wine.
"Guan Guan Luo dove, in Hezhou ..." A novel Guan Luo appeared at the source of our life memory and also at the source of Chinese civilization. It is difficult to determine the exact date of the birth of The Book of Songs. As for which extraordinary throat it is, it is even more difficult to find the first loud note of China's poem. Every time I finish reading the Book of Songs, I often can't help asking myself: Why didn't the mottled years make the bright images in the Book of Songs have a patina, and the boundless space didn't make the rich information contained in ancient poems suffer losses in the process of transmission? When the poems scattered between the pages of dark yellow books become a part of our soul, why are contemporary poems so far away from us?
It should be said that we are lucky to live in this world with the poet. Poetry makes gray and gloomy colorful, short and permanent, limited and infinite, decadent and magical; Poetry makes many impossibilities in life finally possible. Poetry enables human beings to fully experience the joy of emotion and the wonder of wisdom. Countless new poems are scattered around us, like stars and rain, like petals, floating in the depths of our days. They are so close to us that we can touch them, but how many people notice their existence? Is it because Li Bai, Li He and Li Shangyin have retired in the dust of history, and the flashy world no longer creates Wang Wei, Wang Bo and Wang Changling? It's a bit hasty to draw such a conclusion now. The only explanation is that they have never experienced panning. If a poem becomes a swan song, this procedure cannot be omitted. So I understand that the birth of good poetry is the result of genius and time, and it takes time to read poetry.
Because of the distance of time, the words in ancient poetry have become underwater corals, beautiful and lasting. Therefore, the traces of the Millennium in the Book of Songs are faintly discernible; Wang Luobin's Xilan Cicada is still like a silk thread; Chen Ziang's Youzhou Taiwan and Wenzhouwuzhangyuan are still generous and sad; Wang Zhihuan's The Yellow River is Far Above the White Clouds and William Wang's A Glowing Glass of Wine lock the same Liangzhou on the map of the mind. Ancient poems, like wine, have been stored for a long time and experienced wonderful fermentation. We want to thank the sommelier and pay sincere respect to time.
After a long time, if we read them again, it will no longer be ordinary reading. The age and vitality of these poems make us awe of decline. Just like sipping a bottle of ancient wine, every drop of non-volatile juice is the result of fighting against time, which makes us feel excited and awe. This kind of "preconceived" respect is not common when reading contemporary poetry.
In fact, since poetry is the trace left by the poet's spiritual wisdom, the ingenious conception should have only one effect. Just like an appreciation of mystery novel, it should be "one-off". After the trace is uncovered, if you reread it, I'm afraid you will lose the wonderful feeling when you first read it. Supposedly, the same is true of poetry. Famous sentences are familiar and familiar for thousands of times. If you blurt them out without thinking, there should be no fresh stimulation. This seems to be the disadvantage of old poetry and the advantage of new poetry, but it is not the case. For example, Li Taibai's "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home", such as Li Shangyin's "Autumn frost flies late, leaving the lotus behind to listen to the rain", such as Liu Yuxi's "The past has hurt the world several times, and the dignity of this mountain has killed the cold river", such as Wang Changling's "Luoyang relatives and friends are like asking each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot" ... Every time you read it, The famous sentences in these poems are brewed in the poet's highly sensitive emotional wine cellar, which is strong enough to resist the numbness of the soul. Therefore, in repeated chanting, our understanding of the world, life, perfection and shortcomings deepened day by day, until one day, we found that poetry finally became the source and destination of our spirit. Reading poetry has given us a deeper meaning in life, and at the same time, it has deepened and appreciated the charm of poetry itself again and again. The world is old, the beauty is dying, only poetry, often read and often new. Poetry will never grow old, let alone die. In the low tide of poetry, I never lost confidence in poetry, which is why.