Chapter 14 Declining, awaiting return

——In decline, in decline, Hu Bugui? Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?Because of the humble monarch, Hu is almost exposed. Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?The bow of the humble gentleman is in the mud. —— "Ye Feng Decline" Located in a small town surrounded by mountains on a high plateau, this place has been known to the world since it experienced an earthquake in 1996.Like a Sleeping Beauty who has been awakened, the ripples have been endless since then, and the demon flowers are in full bloom. I didn't like it when I first came, and I don't necessarily love it now.I am such a picky person, I feel emotional when I see the desolation, and I yearn for the excitement.Seeing things that are so prosperous and unbearably disgusting, I feel noisy and artificial.At night, at the top of the mountain, I saw the lights of the city blooming like flowers, but there was no turmoil about it.It's not that I hate it, but just know that it is no different from every tourist city.That beauty and brilliance are nothing but mirages produced by worldly matter.There will be a day when thousands of prosperity will be disgusting and dissipate by themselves.So there is no desire to explore further.When people really understand their inner needs and follow instructions to do so, they are like a boy returning home through the shade of flowers in the evening, seeing the flowers scattered all over his clothes and not being nostalgic.

Fortunately, this place has not been completely annihilated by material encroachment. The local old ladies still wear the national costumes wearing the stars and wearing the moon, and "dance" in the street square in the morning and evening.It is still the custom for women to be in charge of the house, and they are diligent and thrifty in managing the house.Because of women's ability, men have enough time to live a leisurely life. They are often seen in the shade of trees and by ponds carrying birds in cages, strolling leisurely, or sitting on the bridge with a book.The leisurely and meaningless scenery of the Eight Banners in the imperial city hundreds of years ago reappeared in this small mountain city yesterday.

I often sit on the balcony of the inn and watch the clouds, such a leisurely time.When the shadow of the sun was on the mountain, I saw women passing by with baskets on their backs. The baskets were often filled with firewood, vegetables and fruits, which were the necessities of the family.Because of them, I always think of "The Decline".It was originally at dusk in the western mountains, women's worries and calls to men who worked hard outside.And here, it is women who work all day in the dewy mud of the fields.As if the wind had turned the direction, "Will the decline, the decline, will Hu not return?" He has become a man sitting at the door of his house and basking in the sun, waiting eagerly for a woman.

This sad song was originally a lament sung in the form of antiphonal songs by the slaves of labor in the gap of overwhelmed.The antiphonal song is a unique way of folk songs.Compared with the official music, it is like the camellia blooming on the mountain wall, which is comfortable and fresh.There is "Xianghe Ge" in the Han Yuefu, which is a harmony of one song or a harmony of all people, which can be said to be the development and continuation of the form of antiphonal songs.I often listen to it in Yunnan.Every time the sun sets and the moon rises, someone sings duet across the water.This style has declined in the Han nationality, so the voice of the Han people is far less sweet and clear than that of the ethnic minorities, and they often have the embarrassment of being unable to sing and catch their breath. The sound accompaniment of KTV is almost out of tune.I am too used to relying heavily on the sensitivity of material equipment to modify, and gradually lose the natural and sweet nature.

"In decline, in decline, Hu Bugui?" is an intentional question, and the songwriter naturally knows the answer that he can't go home after dark—because of the heavy corvee, he has to support the superior "jun". The hardships of life are the tests set by heaven.All living beings are like ants on the ground, trembling and rushing every day.The farmers sighed, "Because of the humble gentleman, Hu is exposed in the middle. The bow of the humble gentleman is in the mud." ——If it weren't for the many corvees in the government, how could we work in the wind and exposed?If it weren't for the expensive body of the old men, why would we still be wading in the muddy water at night?It is ironic that those who work do not reap, and those who gain do not work. It is a reality that exists as cruelly as a tumor in the body.It is believed that this social phenomenon will be alleviated with the progress of civilization. However, as long as human "malignity" exists, it will be a difficult and long-term process to completely eliminate it.

Here, I also began to get in touch with some religious teachings more. The "truth, goodness and beauty" preached by all the religions in the world, when viewed in real life, is to think in other people's shoes.People are born equal, don't be too self-indulgent, those scholar-bureaucrats who are superior and accept the support of the peasants, what they believe in their hearts is precisely the temporary position of human beings in the world, and they think that peasants and slaves are born to serve them, and they cannot resist or even complain. , self-righteous. This small town is crowded with people every day, too many people come to relax and forget.Spend thousands of yuan on round-trip air tickets, just to bask in the sun here and steal half a day of leisure.Since when has our life been so cramped.

People living in cities today are busy and messy. Although they don't have to brave the wind and muddy water like farmers, the pressure of life is increasing day by day.The great abundance of material also makes it difficult for people to return to the old simplicity and lack of desire for food and clothing.Day after day of socializing and socializing, without sweating, the mental energy expended is enough to shake the world. The hard work of nine to five may not be inferior to the peasants who get up early and go dark. Fleeing from the place where the singing and dancing never stopped in the windy night, the cold wind was coming, and what I felt in my heart was: it was dark, I couldn’t go home on time, I had a lot of entertainment, I got a stomach ulcer from drinking, I couldn’t help myself!But if we want to do nothing and see other people have cars and houses, how can we be willing?

At present, there are also farmers who still need to work in the fields every day, age early, and try their best to support their families.Even though there is no need to support the king and the official family, life still appears in a merciless manner, staring at people's faces. "Decline" has a kind of fragile uncut beauty, like the last ray of sunlight seen in the sky at dusk, a little orange light from a small house in the distance, hard to find in the distance, but not in despair. It is written in the "Preface to Poetry" that it is the advice of the ministers of the Li State to the Marquis of Li. The Marquis of Li lost his country and lived in Wei. Go, if it wasn't for the king, why would we be humiliated here?"

This kind of "remonstrance from the superior" is obviously far-fetched and does not match the original intention of the poem. It is the habitual rape of poetry by scholars and rests on assumptions.If you read it in this way, it is equivalent to climbing a mountain with a basket of stones on your back.However, the merit of this explanation lies in its metaphor. Comparing the situation of the country to the twilight, the sense of despair is immediately vivid and vivid. To this day, when we say that the trend of the situation is going downhill, we will use the word "decline".

The beauty and power of existence of words lies in the fact that it conveys a kind of truth and firmness, thus gaining the power to break through the restrictions of time and space.People of different ages will also unconsciously chant when the sun is setting and thinking about something: "The decline, the decline, will you not return?" I think of Wang Wei. When he was traveling in the countryside at dusk, he once chanted: "Slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alley. The old man in the field misses the shepherd boy, leaning on his stick to wait for the Jingfei. The pheasant and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping. The mulberry leaves are thin. The farmer hoeed the lotus, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, the envy of leisure and leisure, and the loss of sorrow."

Wang Wei, a perfect idealist by nature, brushed off the sweat and dirt on "The Decline" with his natural calmness, turning the resentment into tranquility.What his eyes see is a leisurely and self-sufficient pastoral scenery. What is shown in his poems has fireworks in the world, but no suffering in the world.Ordinary countryside and ordinary villages, under his description, seem to be a scenic spot in Taoyuan. Wang Wei didn't intentionally try to beautify anything, it's really caused by nature, and warmth and leisure are what he can perceive most quickly.In the same countryside, if the person standing there looking at it is Du Fu, the poems he recited must be a different scene. The small towns in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have a strong cultural charm. There is a word "Shiwei" in the dialect. When walking in the ancient streets and alleys in the dark, I heard "Shiwei, go home for dinner!" Looking back, I saw someone leaning on the door And Li, knowing that it was not him who was called, also felt a little warmth rushing up, and instantly had the urge to go home. Waiting for a thousand years to remain unchanged.Declining, waiting to return.The softness in the heart blooms softly, and has not withered due to the passing of time. It is a rose island with calm waves in the depths of the heart sea.It's just that after thousands of years of time evolution, when we sing again, we don't feel so depressed and helpless.The melody of the song is more of a gentle waiting standing against the door. Life is long and lonely, but there are few pleasing to the eye.Some people spend their whole lives just waiting for one person, one call.If you want to turn back when it is dark, you have to call and call me home for dinner.Then, no matter whether these feet are walking in dew or muddy water, no matter how tired you are, you can let go and show you a smile.