Chapter 42 Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs?

Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs? ——Take my son, don’t destroy my room Owl Owl Owl Owl!Take my son, don't destroy my room.Enskins, Mins of the vend. When the sky is not cloudy and rainy, it will penetrate the mulberry soil and prepare for the household.Today, if a woman goes down to the people, she may dare to insult him. I'm short of hands, and I'm in full swing.To save the rent, to die in the mouth, to say that I have no family. I give the feather Qiao Qiao, I give the tail 翛翛, and I give the room a warp.Drifted by the wind and rain, Yu Weiyin Xiao Xiao.

—— "Bin Wind · Owl" Faced with this article, I didn't know how to start writing.As a coincidence, I will first quote a passage written by someone else to explain this poem: "This is an allegorical poem. The whole article is about an oppressed laborer crying in the tone of a mother bird, telling what she suffered in the past. persecution, the hard work of running the nest, and the hardships and dangers of the current situation." It is difficult to say whether this poem stops at describing the life of birds or has other sustenance.The old saying that it was Zhou Gong Yicheng's poem, which originated from "Shangshu·Jin Teng", is not credible.The whole poem uses Xingfa, which is the ancestor of Bixing poetry in our country.

"Owl" is about such an allegory poem, there is no objection, it is an oppressed laborer, he transforms himself into a victimized bird to complain to his oppressor "Owl"—— Owl Owl!You've already taken my bird, so stop destroying my home.I worked so hard and worked so hard to raise my children and fell ill. Before it was cloudy and rainy, he quickly peeled some mulberry bark and repaired the doors and windows.Now the people under the tree may still deceive me. My hands are tired and I have to pick up thatch and accumulate fodder, my mouth is worn out, and my nest is still unfinished.

My feathers are thinning and my tail is withered and scorched.My nest is shaking, the rain is blowing and the wind is blowing.I was so scared that I screamed. However, the accusation is just the accusation. Except for those who are deeply sympathetic, the spectators in the audience have nothing to do with themselves and sighed a few times. The landlord Laocai is still the landlord Laocai, and the long-term tenant is still the long-term tenant.Huang Shiren continued to oppress Yang Bailao to death and exploited him mercilessly. Exploitation and bullying don't go away easily with complaints, and they haven't.Otherwise there is no need for force to bring about change.

There is also a poem "Yellow Bird" in "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya", which also uses birds as metaphors. Being exploited and bullied in a foreign country, the plight of the country adds to the nostalgia for the country, and the words have a bit of the pitiful taste of "Owl".It can be seen that people who are exploited and oppressed have the same mentality and emotions, and the contents of the complaints are also similar, but the methods of expression are different. Fables are a game between the wise and the fool, and between the weak and the strong.Because of the unequal status, a skillful way of talking is needed. Like the queen in the movie, she can't directly admonish her, but use storytelling to make the cruel and easy-to-kill king change his mind.People who are exploited dare not speak out, and need to compose songs to satirize those who oppress them. This is a kind of irony in itself.

There is an old saying that "Owl" is a poem written by Zhou Gongyi to King Cheng, that is, Zhou Gongdan expressed his heart to King Cheng. When I first heard this explanation, I couldn't help laughing at first, and then lost.The saint in the hearts of Confucian scholars of later generations, Zhou Gongdan, who is righteous and invulnerable to evil, is afraid of slander?If he is so great that he is impermeable, why should he be afraid?It can be seen that there is no saint in the world, and no one can be perfect.The so-called sages are just the posterity who label them indiscriminately, and rigidly graft the ideal standards that they cannot meet on the heads of the ancients. For example, Confucius, he needs to publicize his thoughts of the sage and virtuous minister, so he reformed the system on the basis of the ancients, and chose Yao Shun Yu Zhou Gong Dan came to be cast as a political icon.

Reading "Owl", I thought of Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells".It is also a poem that reflects the pain and devastation of the people's lives, and it more clearly understands the social environment at that time-the Anshi Rebellion.Du Fu encountered ups and downs in his life, and his personality was calm, which is not as good as Taibai's willful indulgence.Li Bai's poems, even if they are chanting history, are like flying down three thousand feet, but Lao Du is very realistic, word by word, reading his poems is like a person standing on a high platform, watching the endless falling trees. Down, the endless Yangtze River rolls in.There is no one to accompany you in the autumn wilderness, and you need to face the looming desolation alone.

A man like Du Fu makes people want to hug him, stay by his side without saying anything, and be the person beside him who can watch the world's wind and moon side by side. The more desperate things are, the more tender they are, and the warmer people are, the more lonely they are. Many years later, I will still remember that he passed through Tongguan from Luoyang and rushed back to Huazhou to take office.Traveling at night to a certain war-torn and remote village, seeking accommodation in a folk's house, an official came to arrest people at night.It was the spring of the second year of Qianyuan (759) of Emperor Suzong of Tang Dynasty. Guo Ziyi and others led an army of 600,000 to surround An Qingxu in Yecheng in nine quarters.In order to replenish its troops, the Tang Dynasty forcibly arrested people from the west of Luoyang to Tongguan to serve as soldiers, and the people suffered terribly.

There were two old couples in that family, and a widowed daughter-in-law with a young grandson.The old woman told the old man to jump over the wall and hide, and she went out to deal with it.All the men in the family are gone. If the officials who come to catch the errand see the old man, they will definitely be taken away.The old woman opened the door to deal with the little official, pleading but it was useless. In order to keep the only offspring in the family and let the mother of the grandson feed the child, she said: "Although the old woman's strength is weak, please return from the official's night. In the service of the sun, you still have to prepare the morning meal."

The old woman's words made me feel sad to death.If I were a petty official, I would definitely let her go.I have no sympathy for young people, young people suffer only as blessings, but for old people, I can't see their sorrow, I can't see the sadness and despair in their eyes.Seeing them is like seeing the end of life, the desolation of life.When a person grows old, he should be safe and happy, and in turn be loved and cared for by others.Life is full of ups and downs. If you can't get the peace and happiness you want when you grow old, then the hard work in this life is really meaningless.

I don't like "The Owl". Although it has led a fashion of using birds as words in later poems, it is too cumbersome and secretive, so it is hard to get along with it.If you like it, you only like one sentence: "Take my son, don't destroy my room." It is true enough and sad enough. I prefer the plain "The Official in the Stone Trench". After nearly ten years, I read this poem again, and my heart hurts greatly.I regret that I was ignorant when I was young, and I am glad that I was ignorant at that time, so I didn't have to see the sufferings of the world too early.Now those vague images, the blood and tears hidden behind the words, suddenly become very clear.I am like a forensic doctor dissecting a corpse, suddenly able to see the truth that has been hidden for many years, the heartache is greater than the joy. "Although the strength of the old woman is weakened, please return from the official night. If you are in a hurry to respond to the Heyang service, you still have to prepare the morning cooking." Four lines of poems, twenty characters, hit the heart like hailstones, causing pain and pain.This is undoubtedly a kind of submission, a kind of pleading.The pleading of the old woman, her wish is like the call of the weak little bird in "The Book of Songs: Owl": "If you take my son, don't destroy my house." The difference is that it is more realistic and real. The real world is always colder and crueler than the fables.