Chapter 13 Married to Junshishi

——Beating the drums and boring them, and actively employing troops Beat the drums and use them actively.Soil country city canal, I alone southbound. From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty.I don't want to return, I am worried. Where do you live?Yuan mourning his horse?To ask for it?under the forest. Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng.Hold your hand and grow old with you. Yu Kuo Xi!I'm alive!Yu Xunxi!I don't believe it! —— "Ye Feng Drumming" As a woman, if there is a chance, and your lover wants to give you an oath, do you want him to say "I love you" simply, or say to you: "Life and death are inseparable, talk to Zicheng. With the hand of the son, grow old together with the son." What?It's probably the latter, if you're sure he's the one you want.

When Adam and Eve met in the Garden of Eden, the greedy entanglement made human beings no longer satisfied with the initial affirmation of love, and needed a longer maintenance and confirmation - staying together forever.So "hold your hand and grow old with you" came as promised.Sweet and firm oath, I am willing to grow old with you, I will not let go from the beginning of holding your hand, until I grow old and die. I once said that "Hold your hand, and grow old with you" is a famous poem in the book that can be compared with "My Fair Lady, A Gentleman Loves You".One is the oath of the common people to their wives, the other is the courtship of the common people to the woman they like, one is sad, and the other is joy, all of which are very simple expressions.People in the pre-Qin lived closer to nature and were more natural. They sang when they were happy, and they sang when they were unhappy.The earliest poems in China were not written in a smooth manner on paper, they were sung, with ups and downs flying down, and the crisp sound of pearls and jade falling on a silver plate.

But how can "My Fair Lady, A Gentleman Love You" be as desolate and gloomy as "Death and Life are Qikuo".What we often see is that some childish children in TV dramas shake their heads in the school and read "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent, a fair lady, a gentleman is so cute".In that poem, even if we are separated from Yi Ren, it is just a river in the mortal world. As long as you have the courage, you can still cross the river island to try to get close to your sweetheart. When the world is between life and death, even if people can't help themselves, there is still a little room for turning around and making up for it. However, once life and death are separated, no matter how willing they are, there is nothing they can do. "Drumming" conveys this kind of helplessness between life and death.

No one can deny that the best love poems written in the novel are love poems that transcend the constraints of political identity.It is so natural for men and women to be pleasing to each other.It is impossible for a tree to bear only sweet and large fruits, but also dry and sour ones, so no matter joy or sorrow, we must learn to bear it with ease.What should be conveyed is such heartfelt joy or sadness. It is the literature of the people, but it has to rely on the compilation of scholars to pass on to future generations.From "Preface to Poems" to "Biography of Poetry Collections", scholars of every era have an understanding of each era.Their interpretation angles and methods are different, making it like Chen Yuanyuan, who has been in the hands of four men, showing different looks when she is around different people, making it difficult for people to understand her blurred mind.

I don't like Zhu Xi's misinterpretation of poetry.The filth injected by him was in a mess, and a big river flowed eastward.At the beginning of the chapter, he misinterpreted "Guan Ju", which is about common people's courtship, as praising the virtues of concubines, and he denounced it as "prostitution" when it came to the love between men and women. The book is like turning a phoenix that roams the blue sky into a pheasant for people to entertain and flatter. Fortunately, "Beating the Drum" has not been poisoned, and scholars who study "poetry" almost unanimously believe that it is a poem of "Soldiers who think about returning home", in other words, it is an "anti-war poem".A love vow sung by a soldier who was forced to participate in the war and guard the frontier with tears.

In the summer of the fourth year of Duke Yin of Lu (719 BC), Wei joined forces with Chen, Song, and Cai to attack Zheng. "Beat the drums and use the soldiers enthusiastically." A war broke out, and he was an ordinary soldier in the team of the main warring country. He followed their general Sun Zizhong and embarked on a vast journey. It is a pity that at that time, it was not the time when everyone was responsible for the rise and fall of the world, and it was not the time when a nation or a country faced aggression and the people had to take responsibility to stand up and defend their homeland.The start of that war was nothing more than a militaristic struggle between monarchs for power and profit.

This war, this desire to conquer is like a huge vortex, sweeping all innocent people into it with irresistible force.Fan Zhongyan in the Northern Song Dynasty, when he wrote "People can't sleep, the general has white hair and tears for his husband", his mood must be gloomy. He must have thought of giving up and fleeing.For a moment, he even wanted to have a kind of power to liberate these people in the vortex, escape, let go, there are horns all around, the long river is setting and the city is closed, the wail of wild geese, and the horn of the company are like this Heartbreaker!

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.Everyone can't escape, from generals to soldiers, all people are victims, they need to leave their homes, say goodbye to their families, and exile themselves thousands of miles away, and death, the meteor that can't be sure when it will appear, is on the battlefield , I don't know when it will fall. "Tuguochengcao, I go south alone." No matter how reluctant you are, you will leave, can you understand, I am very envious of those who can dig the earth and build a city for our king.yes!They are indeed very hard, but when they work from dawn to night and are very tired, they can go home.

Even if, even...every day, what he ate was only wild vegetables and coarse grains, his daughter picked the bowl of wild vegetable soup, his wife washed it carefully, his son went to chop firewood in the morning, and his mother stayed by the stove to add firewood Plus the fire. The whole family worked hard to boil out this bowl of thick soup, and then simmered it patiently. When night fell, they lit candles and waited for him to return. do you know?No matter how hard and tired they are, they can stay in their hometown after all, see their families every day, drink a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and even die, their souls will be safe.And I have to travel thousands of miles to go to the feast of death.

When a gentleman is in service, he does not know the period. Perhaps, I was lucky enough not to die, but by then my temples had already turned gray.Like the willows on the side of the road are old and springy, and can no longer dance. Did you hear how the soldiers who came back from the expedition sang? ——"I used to go, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I come to think, rain and snow. The road is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad. I don’t know how I am sad." Their sad voices are like a pair of invisible hands , Rubbing my heart non-stop for a moment, making it always wrinkled and unable to stretch.Who knows when I step into the house again, will I still see you busy at the stove by the bed?

During the long trek, I forgot how many people died of disease and fatigue. The people in front fell down, and the horses behind stepped on them. The blood was mixed into the soil. I saw desperate faces, and they sank before my eyes. Going down, when I walked past, I didn’t dare to turn back, it’s meaningless to turn back, when we pass here again, they have become a pile of bones, buried in the mud, there will still be countless chariots, horses, and countless people stepping on them. Silence passed over them. When we can't turn back, we can only keep going. I can finally settle down temporarily. We are the survivors among the dead, so we should be grateful, but all I have left is my longing and sorrow for you.They are as vast as the river, and I sink powerlessly. The last star finally disappeared in the sky. When I looked up at the sky, I thought of you for the last time tonight. In the morning, the army will set off again. I don’t know. At this moment tomorrow and night, will I still have the fate to sit here and miss the distant place? you. My steed is gone.I have to find it, it is my most loyal friend and partner, yes, I must find it, without it, I will be abandoned in this wilderness, I will not be able to walk this long way, go back meet you. Where can I find it?Oh, it turned out that it was under the woods in the distance.I am so in a trance and distracted, how can I bear to whip my horse again, it misses my hometown just like me. Do you know that a horse neighs like the wind, like the wind blowing across the wilderness in a lonely place, when I heard its cry, tears flowed down my face.I seem to see that you go to the field to deliver food for me every day, and catkins fall on your hair. At that time, the wind blows your black hair like willows in the wind, dancing lightly. "Life and death are inseparable, talk to Zicheng, hold your hand, and grow old with you." I saw these eight characters falling like red meteors, and when I closed my eyes, I could hardly feel the pain of death.Only, the sweet nostalgia when you suddenly look back at the end of your life.I am so attached to this world, although it has all kinds of scars. Although I can't fulfill the oath of "holding my hand and growing old with my son", all the memories that are flooding my mind at this moment belong to you alone.I remember so clearly that on a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, I took your hand and promised you that I would hold your hand and grow old together. "If you are broad, you can live without me. If you are humble, you can believe without me." Now, please forgive me, it can't be done.The distance between life and death is too far, the separation between you and me is too long, it's not that I don't want to keep the oath between you and me. ——This is a deep and hopeless love story, a love between Zheng husband and wife, so silent that it doesn't even have a name.If there is a tombstone of love after they die, it may also be blank. However, the sadness of "Beating the Drum" permeates the whole book. The wind of Weiguo has been blowing for thousands of years, and our eyes are red. I remember that there was once a woman who discussed the true meaning of love through a man's mouth in her own text kingdom, and she asked him to woo another woman with the quoted sentence: "Death and life are broad, and talk to Zicheng. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son." She said——death and life are the same, joy with the son, hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son is the saddest poem...Life, death and parting are all major events, which cannot be controlled by us.How small, how small we are compared to the powers outside!But we still want to say: "I will always be with you, and we will never leave for the rest of our lives."——As if we are in charge of ourselves. Yes, not autonomous.The woman who wrote these words never got the sixteen words she wanted in her whole life.She was let down innocently, and then lived lonely like a sea cucumber that emptied its internal organs. But, why don't you regret it, why can't you help but hope that you can hold your son's hand and grow old together, knowing that the cup is red with a crane's top, but you can also drink it clean? Now, when I reach out, can I see your hand out at the same time?Don't be one step too early, and don't be one step too late.This is the sweetest and most desolate oath in this world, are you willing to fulfill it with all your heart with me? I don't expect to be in charge, but I humbly hope to do some human things-it is better to have touched your fingertips than to have nothing.