Chapter 39 Who is more sober than whom, who is crueler than whom

Who is more sober than whom, who is crueler than whom ——The reeds are green, the white dew is frost The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost.The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water, and follow it back and forth, and the road is long and obstructed.Backtracking from it, Wan is in the middle of the water. The reeds are luxuriant, and the white dew is not yet clear.The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water.Follow it back and forth, the road blocks and joins.Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water. The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.The so-called Yi people are in the water.Go back from the road, resistance and right.From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water.

—— "Qin Feng Jian Jia" "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water." Among the three hundred poems, there is no sentence that can match the realm.This sentence, writing about love, has also reached a certain extreme, like looking at the lotus flower blooming on the other side-the despair of wanting to get close but not being able to get it. Jianjia is the grass closest to love. It is easier than roses, but more luxuriant. It is the evidence of love in the East, but because of its simplicity and luxuriance, people gradually no longer value it, and appreciation only stays in words, like white snow. Feiyang, everyone indulged in that artistic conception, but the snow that fell on the ground was dark and dirty, and no one cared about it anymore.

Thousands of years ago, there was a man standing on the shore, looking at the autumn water and the reeds blooming in large swaths.White reeds dance in the sky.Through the reeds, he wanted to see if there were any Yi people standing in the water. Thousands of years later, if you stand by the lake where the reeds are snowing and listen carefully, there may be people mourning and singing by the water: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water." The pronunciation of the word Jianjia is so light and elegant, and the lips move lightly, as if the waves are calm after thousands of rivers and mountains.Just these two words, and the phrase "white dew is frost" behind it, at best the artistic conception is desolate, you can never imagine what kind of bitter love it is.How desperate but tightly entwined with the emotions of the heart.

Jian Jia is as calm as Ye Gucheng on the top of the Forbidden City. When all the love and hatred are churning like snow, he just laughs and says "Win the king and lose the bandit", and then the appointment falls gently with the wind. Love, like power, is an obsession.When I write this, I think of the boy I met in Phoenix described in Lili's "City of Love".If that boy changed into an ancient costume, changed the scene, and if the Tuojiang River was covered with reeds, he could be regarded as the infatuated man in "Qin Feng", mourning and often chanting by the water:

The reeds are dense and gray, and the crystal dew turns into frost.The good man in my heart stands beside the river.Go upstream to find her, the road is too long and dangerous.go down the river to find her, it seems to be in the middle of the water. The reeds are lush and dense, and the crystal dew is not yet dry.The good man in my heart stands by the river.To go upstream to find her, the road is rough and difficult to climb.Go down the river to find her, It seems to be on the beach in the water. The reeds are rooted together, and the crystal dew is like tears.The good man in my heart stands by the river.I went upstream to find her, the journey was as difficult as a bent rope.Go down the river to find her, it seems to be in the water island.

From a poetic point of view, the man has deep reluctance and nostalgia, but the woman remains unmoved and keeps away.This is quite distinctive.It looks like a man who has been let down, he is rather pitiful, like the scholar in "Liao Zhai" who woke up overnight and was abandoned by a fox girl in a wild house. — Love, not like that.It is not a transaction, a wishful waiting.It is more like you have moved thousands of miles away, but have to find that your original residence has been encroached on, or that this place is not as suitable for you as you imagined.Had to give up, that's all!

Now, it is rare to easily sympathize with infatuated people.People who are infatuated are often weak. They are too easy to regard the emotion they find as a raft for swimming, without considering how long the raft can travel on the rough sea.The so-called firmness is also weakness, because apart from that, there is no room for choice. What's more, there are too many women in this world who are easy to be soft-hearted, easy to give in, and too easy to be moved by sweet words and small favors. How many women are there who can know that it is inappropriate or impossible like in this poem, and just turn around and not be nostalgic?So what about those men who occasionally linger by the water and suffer from lovesickness?Since ancient times, there have been so many women who turned men into husband-watching stones, and men turned around and turned them into wife-watching stones. Sorry, it seems that there is no such thing.

It is still very far away, as if the fragrance of jasmine is blowing towards my face when I open my eyes, and the peach blossoms blooming on the other bank of the river are stunning and dazzling, but it seems that I can never get close. What cannot be approached is the real distance. The weather is getting colder, the hoarfrost has fallen, the reeds are turning yellow, and the autumn water is thinning.And longing, like a steel wire that strangles the heart, never lets go day and night. I forget how many people are willing to use this sentence to lament the unattainability of their love, just like we are too numerous to count, how many people like to shake their heads and sigh with emotion: "Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent, a fair lady, a gentleman It’s so good.” This is a way to express the legitimacy of one’s love for beauty, and make the eagerness to be upright.

The beauty of women in the poem is far above that of men.I have to admit that it was fed by the man with his talent and longing.It's like Baosi's smile is to use the entire Zhou Dynasty beacon as the background color to brighten up.We can't help but have the habit of thinking: for such a talented man, the girl he is fascinated by must be beautiful. The so-called Yiren may not only be beautiful, but she may also have her own characteristics.Enough talent and a certain brain. Perhaps, it's not that he can't feel the gaze behind him, or that he doesn't know that he is in love, but that he knows that this is a game that will end before it starts.The two sides of the game do not have the same weight at all, and cannot PK at the same level.If you can't get it and have lost it, it's better to leave.

Suppose, she is Qin Wang's concubine or noble lady, and he is just a pawn in front of the chariot, so what if they love each other again?Moreover, apart from identity, there are too many world situations that cannot be calculated and speculated. I turn around.The air between us is as still as water. Who is more sober than whom, and who is more cruel than whom. Where Jianjia grows, where souls cannot reach at the same time, love becomes a desperate destiny.Even the qualifications to board the other side are not obtained. It is also said that this poem is about a certain person with lofty ideals who is looking for the sage he dreams of.The truth is not important, the key is the emotion conveyed.The road to finding a career is as difficult and difficult as finding love. The road is vague, busy and rocky, and wise men are as difficult to serve as women and arrogant.

This Yiren on the side of the water, whether male or female, her (his) loneliness is rare in the world.