Sound memory in the Book of Songs

In the past, many Chinese teachers repeatedly stressed that the Book of Songs is great, but now, in my opinion, the word "great" is too heavy and serious, it is inexplicably given a lot of additional things. I find it more of a folksy, benevolent existence. Compared with the "book of Songs" two words, I think "three hundred poems" more in line with its own spiritual characteristics. In the Warring States Period, "Shi" began to be called "Jing". This character brought great pressure to "Shi" which had never been before. Since then, it has completely become an orthodox, mainstream consciousness, text full of enlightenment and propaganda, and gradually lost its original charm.

"Poetry" is mostly produced in the folk, from the singing sound under the mulberry tree, the singing sound of washing gauze by the river, completely produced in the mouth, it has no words, nor does it need words. The process of poetry from mouth to hand contains the subtle evolutionary relationship between words and language sound.

Once read "poetry" can be said to be a painful process, rare words, rare usage, in the process of chewing the words, but I ignore the real emotional basis of a poem. One of my favorite is "Wang Feng · Shu Li", which is usually explained as a sigh of the death of the old country. However, one day last year, I was driving by the seaside of my hometown. Late autumn was fading away and early winter was approaching. Suddenly, the wind was everywhere, the distant dusk was closing, the sea became a piece of yellow, the waves were surging, and the pedestrians tightened their bodies and ran in a hurry. What a man!" I do not mean to challenge the authorities, but I am beginning to doubt the point of the exegetical. Such moments are not rare in my life, but frequent.

Wang Feng · Shu Li

When the millet leaves, the millet sprouts. They walk on and on and on and on. Know me that my heart is sad, I do not know what I ask. The sky is long! What kind of person is this?

When the millet leaves, the ear of the millet leaves. Walk like drunkards. Know me that my heart is sad, I do not know what I ask. The sky is long! What kind of person is this?

When the millet leaves, the millet grows. Walk and dance like a choke. Know me that my heart is sad, I do not know what I ask. The sky is long! What kind of person is this?

Maybe just like the protagonist in "Millet", he passed the corn field one day and found that the corn has begun to grow full of vitality, one day passed here again and found that they have been ripe, and later found that they have borne fruit... In the face of the silent circulation of life in nature, I suddenly realized the passage of life quietly, and suddenly experienced the changes of people and things. A sorrowful, sorrowful and sorrowful emotion came from the heart. He stumbled as if he were lost, but in essence he had lost nothing. Flow is time, spend is life, change is heaven and earth. No one can resist all this, and anyone can more or less mark some indescribable sentiment for it, and this poem marks the moment, not with pen and paper, but with sound, natural, pure, simple, They are also the most moving sounds -- "leaving", "decadent", "shaking", "leisurely", "like drunk", "like choking" -- without understanding their exact translation, just listen carefully to their sounds and appreciate the natural rhythmic beauty contained in them. As if to see a person, he slowly walk alone, staring at the wide corn field, some trance, he can long sigh, can also be silent, but in his heart, thoughts and emotions intertwined with each other, each other, let him have a sense of trance, do not know today is the day, the heart is filled with sudden panic, emptiness and nothingness in life.

I think, when facing the change of the season, the feeling that things have changed, even if it is just a fallen leaf in front of the eyes, a swallow built a new nest in front of the home, there is always a general mood and instant resonance in different people's hearts diffuse, and the meaning of the poem lies in this. It can give more people more emotional resonance, emotional sustenance, emotional imagination. A similar assembly line or "fast food" method of reading poetry is limited to giving each poem and each word an explanation, but it fails to realize the meaning of poetry in the first place, and the richness of life or life itself is ignored. Life in any thing any moment of emotion is not a single, close to life poetry is naturally rich. When we cannot confirm a thing, and try to become to recognize a thing, poetry appears. Poetry is not definite, it is the description and generation of an indescribable state of life, it gives people a sense of emotional dependence, but is never an answer. I don't think we'll find the exact answer in the poem.

It is also like "Wei Feng - Populace", which is characterized as a poem of abandoned women. In this poem, a woman recalls her love and marriage, her acquaintance with her husband until their marriage and final separation. This is her life, her memories of happiness and sadness, laughter and tears, this is not most people's life? It tells the story of love in her youth. The words are sincere, lively, moving and wonderful. I can see that this woman is still full of attachment, yearning and pursuit of love. In this memory full of joys and sorrows, I witnessed a woman's growth process, appreciate her bright and sad. She recalls for self-protection and meet for the first time, use the words "before", give my feeling is still a sound, as if to write an ignorant young silly dull, pestle there looking at her, this is a teenager would do when first love, this kind of feeling can not use words accurately translated, it is a kind of sound and picture. Is this poem really filled with the resentment of an abandoned woman? I don't think so, just the opening "Shichi" two words, let me feel her heart for the young man who once stood in front of him have love.

And as "Bei wind drum," in one of the most famous two sentences "death born rich, and son said. Hold your hand and grow old together." Many people like to quote "Hold your hand, grow old together" to their lovers to show their unwavering love. But I think this sentence is the most beautiful in the first two sentences "life and death deed wide, and son Cheng said", this sentence is the most beautiful in "life and death deed wide". No one can answer how far forever, no one can really understand the endless stretch of time, for a longest time is nothing but from birth to death, from nothing to nothing, the most painful place between people is nothing but birth and death. And no matter I am alive, no matter I am dead, no matter we are together, no matter we are apart, we are "talking to the son". The second beauty in the "son" two words, a person's life will probably meet a lot of different kinds of people, but very strange very evil, only "son" let me willing to phase "and". Sometimes I even think that this poem has gone beyond the simple theme of love, it can be a kind of cherished emotion, let us understand that we should take care of those precious people in our lives, to understand the "life and death" of the rich sigh, understand the value of "son".

Can be found in the book of songs all emotions in life, the child class, pure and fresh and pure thoughts, the Jiu wood, wishes for a happy marriage, "fat" is being violated in anger, "the people to recognize," the beauty of yearning and praise, "BaiZhou" in the group of anger, and of course the Jian Jia "not seeking to stray in the pain, Tossing and turning love in "Guan Ju"... "I can't speak without reading poetry", now I understand more and more what this sentence means. The emotions of life are so complex, contradictory and changeable. When some emotions crazily surround me, when words become powerless, then I think, I need a poem to sing it out with the voice.

"The Book of Songs" in the emotion like not urgent not slow, slowly come, just like putting a seed into the soil, slowly wait for it to germinate results, can not be too restless, and can not have the slightest slack, it is from the land. All emotions in nature will be taken care of, find a home.