Chapter 41 life without heat

——July fire, September grant clothes Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.The first day is full of hair, and the second day is Li Lie.No clothes, no brown, why die!On the third day, rest on the prickly pear, and on the fourth day, lift the toe.With my wife, Li Binanmu.Tian Tian is very happy. Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.In the spring day, there is Yang, and there is Ming Canggeng.The woman holds the basket, obeys the other, and seeks the soft mulberry.The spring day is late, and Qi Qi is picked.The woman's heart is sad, and she will return with the son.

There is fire in July, and reeds in August.Silkworm moon strips mulberry, take that axe.To cut far and wide, Yi Bi Nu Sang.In July, there is a song, and in August, results are recorded.Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, I am the son of the son. In April, it shows off, and in May, it sings.It was harvested in August, and it fell in October. On the first day, the raccoon dog was taken, and the fox was taken as the son.The two days are the same, and they contain martial arts.Talk about private money, and offer money to the public. In May, katydids move stocks, and in June, Shaji vibrates.July is in the wild, August is in the sky, September is in the house, and October is when crickets enter my bed.The dome chokes the smoked mouse and stuffs it into the door.Sigh my wife, said to change the year, enter this room.

In June, food depression and azulene, in July, henkui and bean.Jujubes are peeled in August, and rice is harvested in October.For this spring wine, to Jiemei Shou.Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and pick tea and firewood in September.Eat me farmer. In September, field gardens are built, and in October, crops are harvested.Millet is heavy millet, hemp, soybean and wheat.Sigh my farmer!My family is the same, and I have entered the palace.In the daytime, you are in Mao, and in the evening, you are in the middle of the night, and you are eager to take a house, and you start to sow a hundred grains.

On the second day, the ice was cut and rushed, and on the third day, it was received in Lingyin.On the fourth day, the fleas sacrificed lambs and leeks.Suppressing frost in September, washing field in October.When friends drink wine, they say to kill the lamb.Standing in the court, calling him Si Gong, "Longevity is boundless"! —— "Bin Wind·July" "Fire flows in July, clothes are granted in September." When many people see the words "July Fire", they will naturally think that it is used to describe the hot weather.It is said that when a professor of the Chinese Department of a well-known university gave a speech one summer, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "It's really hot in July!" In fact, it's just the opposite.The so-called "Liuhuo", the interpretation of "Ci Hai": "Fire, the name of the star, is the heart. The heart is in the mid-heaven at dusk during the fifth month of the lunar calendar every year. After June, it gradually moves to the west. The summer heat begins to subside." Another Kong Yingda Shu: "Where there is westward flow in July, it is the star of fire, and it is known that the cold is coming." From this, it can be seen that although "flowing fire in July" is related to solar terms and climate, it is by no means a word to describe heat. .Yu Guanying's "Selected Translations of the Book of Songs" put it more succinctly and clearly: "After the autumn dusk, the big Mars moves westward, which is called 'Liuhuo'." Due to precession, the astronomical phenomena we see today are different from those seen by our predecessors. The "July" at that time was roughly equivalent to August and September in the Gregorian calendar today.

How does it feel when the sun of the Western Zhou Dynasty shines brightly or blazingly on people?Then the air was sweet, the land was open, and the wind came and went over the fields as freely as the birds. "Fire flows in July, clothes are given in September" This is the first sentence of "July" recorded by the poetry collector of Bindi.Poetry collectors drove their horse-drawn carts through the pastoral fields of Bindi. There were farmers and slaves working the fields, both men and women.good.They are very diligent, and there are some manor owners among them. In the early days of the establishment of the kingdom, they did not change their simple nature and worked together with the serfs.When it was time for lunch, the manor owner's wife and daughters came with meals, and they delivered the meals to the field officials very politely.Everyone ate happily together.The poetry collectors feel happy and proud: this is a scene that only existed in their prosperous and prosperous Zhou Dynasty. As early as decades ago, when the brutal Mr. Zixin (King Zhou of Shang) was in power, how could there be such a warm and harmonious atmosphere? What about the picture?At that time, it seemed that even the sun was gray, the earth was lifeless, and the people were in dire straits!

The poetry collector hurriedly wrote down: "Qi Binan Mu. Tian Jian is very happy." You see, these gentle and courteous people are all thanks to the great Duke Zhou's teachings. This is an achievement that must be known to future generations. Confucius said that the Duke of Zhou was the greatest man in the world except King Wen of Zhou. The Duke of Zhou's name is Ji Dan, and his father is Ji Chang, King Wen of Zhou.His elder brother is Ji Fa, who was King Wu of Zhou who overthrew Shang Zhou, and what is rare is that Ji Dan and Ji Fa were born by the same mother.When King Wu of Zhou died, the succeeding King Cheng of Zhou, Ji Song, was still too young, so Duke Zhou was duty-bound to regent the world.

After the regency, the great Duke Zhou completed three major events: the first was the famous Duke Zhou’s Eastern Expedition, which quelled the large-scale rebellion of the Yin and Shang survivors led by Wu Geng; This is convenient for monitoring and lays the foundation for the 800-year-old Zhou Dynasty; the third is the enfeoffment system, which is similar to the European Middle Ages.He himself was enshrined in the state of Lu, but he did not stay in the state all his life. He devoted himself to assisting King Cheng and achieved the great cause of "Chengkang and Prosperity".So five hundred years later, an old man from the state of Lu took a long journey in an ox cart, and repeatedly told his students about the great achievements of the great Duke Zhou in his life.

no doubt.Poetry picking is also part of the complicated and vast Zhou rituals.It strictly requires the poetry collectors to record everything in the folk. What you see with your eyes and hear with your ears, you must also understand it with your heart. So, the poetry collectors continued to move forward, and he passed the mulberry garden.There are no women with mulberry baskets on the side of the road, and there are no female slaves picking mulberries in the mulberry garden. It is not spring, but their singing seems to be lingering in the air for a long time—— Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.In the spring day, there is Yang, and there is Ming Canggeng.The woman holds the basket, obeys the other, and seeks the soft mulberry.The spring day is late, and Qi Qi is picked.The woman's heart is sad, and she will return with the son.

At that time, the spring day was long, and the women could pick and sing slowly, and they could easily gather enough white wormwood.The reason for picking white wormwood is that the silkworm seeds have not yet hatched, and the boiled wormwood water is easy to come out.It is rare to have such an elegant labor like picking mulberries, showing the gorgeous and profound scenery of the world without rush. The poetry collector recalled the charm of these women, and was a little fascinated for a while. Some frowning eyebrows and worried glances flashed in his mind, which were startled when his carriage passed by.Those women looked at him in panic like gulls on the water.

He suddenly understood that they were worried that he was the lord's retainer and came to take them away.The mulberry-picking girls are very afraid that those noble boys who come to the wild to hunt, sacrifice, or simply have fun will suddenly come in a carriage and take one of them abducted, or be chosen by the girl as a dowry . Either way it's not good.There is a saying that a person is humble when he leaves his hometown, let alone a slave?They prefer to stay at home, even if they need to work non-stop every day, they always feel more at ease and warm when they are at home. The poetry collector chanted "the spring is late, the woman's heart is sad" and gradually went away.He seemed to have glimpsed something, but couldn't see through it, so he shook his head and drove away in his carriage.No wonder he was born at that time and died at that time, it is difficult for his thoughts to go beyond that era.Even if it goes beyond, how much use can one's own strength play?Those who are too clear-headed suffer in vain.

In the mind of the poetry collector, he also remembered the other half of the ballad.The jolt of the carriage did not dissipate his vivid memory.These ballads must be brought back by him dutifully, sung truthfully to the monarch, and then engraved on the bamboo slips by the official historian. This is the task assigned by the great Duke Zhou.No matter how hard he worked, he dared not forget. In order to get rid of fatigue and deepen his memory, he imitated those people and sang, sometimes it was the content sung by women, and sometimes it was men, and it was fun to play roles alternately in this way—July Liuhuo, August Liwei.Silkworm moon strips mulberry, take that axe.To cut far and wide, Yi Bi Nu Sang.In July, there is a song, and in August, results are recorded.Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, I am the son of the son.In April, it shows off, and in May, it sings.It was harvested in August, and it fell in October. On the first day, the raccoon dog was taken, and the fox was taken as the son.The two days are the same, and they contain martial arts.Talk about private money, and offer money to the public. These people are singing: Mars sinks westward in July, and the reed stalks are harvested in August.In March, I prune the mulberry branches, take the axe and axe, cut off the branches that are too long, and pull the branches to pick the young mulberries.The Shrike was still shouting in July, and Jima was even busier in August.The dyed silk can be black or yellow. The red silk I dyed is the most beautiful, and I dedicated it to the young master for making clothes. In April, Polygala knots knots, and in May, cicadas will not stop.Harvest the grain in August and fall in October.In the winter moon, when hunting raccoon dogs, you still have to catch foxes, so you take the fine fur of the fox and raccoon dogs to make leather clothes for the young master.In the twelfth lunar month, everyone gathered together again to go hunting in the wild. The small animals were for themselves, and the big ones were for the father-in-law. In fact, the working people have always been very stable and easy to discuss. As long as they don’t oppress them too much and don’t push them to nowhere, they usually bear it habitually, just like Mr. Lu Xun’s Runtu, who is as peaceful as the earth , There is not much resentment in my heart.Those who often cause trouble and rest in the room are those ambitious people who have nothing to do when they are full of books and food, and they want to gain fame and wealth, "already poor in sight, and go to a higher level". What the poetry pickers in the Western Zhou Dynasty saw were some pictures of ordinary life: a family of farmers sleeping on the field was busy smoked rats to plug holes, stuffed windows and doors, and it was almost the end of the year, and it was getting colder, so they had to move indoors.This scene is exactly what is sung in the song: in May, the katydid moves its thighs, and in June, the Shakes vibrate their feathers.July is in the wild, August is in the sky, September is in the house, and October is when crickets enter my bed.The dome chokes the smoked mouse and stuffs it into the door.Sigh my wife, said to change the year, enter this room. The food for a year is naturally not as exquisite and rich as a king or a lord, but farmers have their own farmhouses, and the poor have their own way of life. Living in accordance with the destiny is refreshing and comfortable, as evidenced by the poems collected by the poetry collectors : Food stagnation and azulene in June, henkui and bean in July.Jujubes are peeled in August, and rice is harvested in October.For this spring wine, to Jiemei Shou.Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and pick tea and firewood in September.Eat me farmer. That is to say: (we) eat plums and wild grapes in June, and cook sunflower beans in July.In August, dates are harvested, in October, rice is harvested, and some sweet wine is made, in order to drink for health and longevity.Pick melons in July and gourds in August.In September, harvest pockmarks, pluck some bitter vegetables and collect some firewood, and the farmers' life is still going on. Farming has not changed much since the millennium, and today's farmers are still: in September, the threshing field is laid, and in October, the grain is put into the warehouse.The morning valley and evening valley are full of yellow rice, sorghum, sesame, beans and wheat.What a pity we are!The crops in the field have just been put away, and the errands in the city have to be done again.During the day, we cut a lot of thatch, and at night, we cut long ropes, so we quickly built the house, and we had to work hard to plow the fields and sow seeds. In addition to not having to do labor for the government to repair the house, the rest of the emotion from four thousand years ago sounds familiar!Even the things I do are similar, even people like me who don't know anything about farming know it.Because a relative who was farming in the countryside came to the family, and when we talked about it, he also said, "Oh, how can we compare with you, and we don't have time all year round. Taking advantage of this year's trust, I will plant rice when I go back." ——Sometimes I really feel that time is playing a big joke on us, wrapping our time and history. It is a magnificent river with flowing water on it, rushing through the years, dazzling people, but the river bed below has not changed for many years .Or, all things are always undergoing huge changes, but they just deliberately don't let the common people notice, so as to avoid unnecessary alarm.It must be thousands of years before I suddenly discover that the sea has changed into a mulberry field three times. I don't like to artificially characterize a good poem, and regard "July" as "serfs protesting against the exploitation of slave owners, or the epitome of the miserable life of serfs".This has no meaning except to uselessly put a hoop on the mind.Life is a coexistence of worry and joy, just like the seasons are cold and warm, and it is the same in any era.Worry is born, and sorrow comes with birth.It’s not that one day the system of exploitation disappears, the world is united, the root of human suffering is uprooted, and then people all over the world reach the ultimate bliss. The tone of "July" is peaceful, and the description is objective, so the content is true and broad, and it can stand the sculpting of time.This is the key to its ability to be higher than other poems.The end of the poem: "On the second day, the ice is cut and washed, and on the third day, it is accepted in Lingyin. On the fourth day, the fleas are sacrificed, and lambs are sacrificed to leeks. In September, the frost is suppressed, and in October, the field is washed. Friends enjoy wine, and it is said to kill lambs. Go to the public hall, call him the gong, and live forever!" The farmers have finished the last bit of work at hand: in December, they beat the ice, and in the first month, they carried it to the ice cellar for storage. In February, they sacrificed to the morning court, offering leeks and lamb.Then happily take wine and meat to participate in sacrificial activities, gather in the public hall for a year-end banquet, and toast to wish each other longevity and health. A year to this point, a poem to this point, is a very beautiful ending.