What do you miss about a place?
The scenery, the food , the people, the past ...... Maybe both, maybe none.
In 2018, I was in Tibet, did not find a faraway place, there is no unity of heaven and man, the real feeling is desolate and lack of oxygen. The earth is so cold and the sky is so wild for ages that the presence of human beings looks purely accidental. Whenever night falls, the world disappears, modern civilization is unknown, the starry sky as prehistoric deep and silent. I remember what woke me up in the early hours of the morning, standing in front of the window like an amnesiac, listening to the strangeness of my own heartbeat, accompanied by the creaking rotation of the Earth's axis.
I miss the terrible silence. p>
(Tang) Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar.
The sunrise flower is more red than fire,
The water of the river is as green as blue in spring.
Can't you remember the south of the river?
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The song "Memory of the South River" was originally named "Looking at the South River", which was a Tang dynasty song, and was widely popular since the beginning of the song. "Xie Qiu Niang", "Dreaming of Jiangnan", "Jiangnan Good", "Looking at Jiangmei", "Spring is gone", "Jiangnan willow" and so on. In the Tang Dynasty, there were twenty-seven words in monotone, five lines of three rhymes, and two lines of seven words in the middle, with couplets being appropriate, and the proper meter can be referred to Bai Juyi's words. In the Song Dynasty, it was a two-tone tune.
Lotte straight according to the "looking south of the river" song beat for the sentence, this word out, popular, the name of the word was also changed to "Jiangnan good" and "remembering the south of the river". Read the lyrics, the flavor of folk songs, fresh and simple. Although the word is out of Zunqian song smile, its feelings but from the heart.
I believe we have had such an experience: some places, you live there for ten years, did not leave much of an impression; and some places, you just stayed for a short period of time, but the memories are very long, and even longer than your life. Lotte was the assassin of Suzhou and Hangzhou, has been in Hangzhou, Suzhou briefly lived two or three years, after the parting, he often misses the south of the Yangtze River, and every time with Liu Yuxi sing and fill in the lyrics, song to remember.
"Jiangnan good", a thousand words, all in one "good" word. The good of Jiangnan, where to start?
Of course, the first is the scenery, people's memories of a place, always inseparable from the scenery. The landscape is not a background, not dispensable accompaniment, the landscape is the energy field of life activities, mountains, rivers, trees, wind, clouds and rain, are closely related to our energy. Regardless of how long you have been away, as long as you go there again, as long as you think of the scenery, you will find that the memories have never been lost, they have long been integrated with the scenery.
"The scenery is old and familiar", what a kind tone. Lotte is not in Jiangnan at this time, "old once" two words, separated by a lot of time, and "versed" word, a love.
The beauty of Jiangnan, so that he was haunted by the soul, how can I say in a few words? Lotte can only sing in general, picking out the most impressive, or the most representative of Jiangnan, these "most" naturally based on the contrast with the north.
"Sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river green as blue", flowers red like fire, water green as blue, such a spring, in the north is not seen. When Du Fu was living in Chengdu, did he not also write, "The river is blue and the birds are more than white, and the mountains are green and the flowers want to burn"?
Can not remember Jiangnan? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
Mr. Wu Guanzhong's paintings
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Memories of Suzhou and Hangzhou
Memory of Jiangnan second
Memory of Jiangnan. The most memorable is Hangzhou.
Mountain temples in the moonlight, looking for cinnamon,
County pavilions on the pillow to see the tide.
When will we go back?
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After the song, I'll come back to it. The most remembered is Hangzhou, and see what Lotte remembered:
"Mountain temple in the moon to find cinnamon, county pavilion pillow to see the tide", these two lines in the quite a hill. Legend has it that every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival at the Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou, there are cinnamon flowers floating down from the moon. This is, of course, a romantic fantasy, but Lotte really like that to enjoy the moon, and three autumn osmanthus ten miles of lotus is really Hangzhou's scenic.
The tide of the Qiantang River is extremely fierce, white waves such as mountains, the viewer is horrified, non-experienced, can not imagine one or two. Lotte tide, county pavilion lying high, amicable and supercilious, and what kind of leisure, and what kind of realm.
Mountain temples, bright moon, osmanthus, tide, are all memories of the fall. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The second memory of Suzhou:
Jiangnan memory, the second memory of Wu Gong.
Wu wine a cup of spring bamboo leaves,
Wu Wa double dance drunken hibiscus.
Will we meet sooner or later?
The Wu Palace refers to the Tanya Palace built by King Fu-chai of Wu for Xi Shi, which is on Lingyan Mountain in the southwest of Suzhou. Lotte's nostalgia for Suzhou is mainly for the joyous times he spent there.
Wu wine is beautiful, and Wu Wa is even more beautiful. "Spring bamboo leaves", referring to the bamboo leaf green wine, can also refer to the wine, add a "spring" word, more feel the color blue, spring. Wu Wa refers to kabuki, drunken hibiscus, can be a dance, can also be a beauty want to get drunk Zhu Yan flushed. Look at the words alone, spring bamboo leaves and drunken hibiscus, wrong painting reflection, bright bright, trance aroma overflow.
Sooner or later, we have to meet? With whom to meet, Wu Wa, Wu wine, Wu Gong, or that happy time?
Mr. Wu Guanzhong's Paintings
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From Memory of Jiangnan to Dreaming of Jiangnan
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One of the Dreaming of Jiangnan
(Late Tang Dynasty).
The embers of the orchid have fallen, and on the screen are dark red bananas.
Idle dreaming of the ripe plums of the South River,
The night boat blows its flute in the rain,
People's voices are heard on the bridge by the stagecoach. The name was changed to "Dreaming River". From memory to dream, Jiangnan is close or far away?
The Jiangnan recalled in Lotte's words is the landscape of the earth, while the Jiangnan in Huangfu Song's words is a beautiful and vague dream. Chen Tingzhuo "Bai Yu Zhai words" commented: "Huangfu Ziqi words, magnificent less than Feiqing (Wen Tingjun), but the wording of the leisure and elegance, are still the remains of ancient poetry. Tang words in Feiqing and outside, out of its right few. After the Five Dynasties, I don't see this kind of writing again."
This is a word of the night, dreaming of the night scene. "Orchid embers fall, the screen dark red banana", deeper candle dark, orchid paste will be embers, the painting screen of the beauty banana blurred, this is the dim night in front of you.
"Idle dreaming of Jiangnan plum ripe day", "Idle dreaming" is a good word, no effort, no thought, suddenly dreaming of Jiangnan. Dream of Jiangnan, early summer, yellow plum season, night rain, sitting in the boat, playing the flute to listen to the rain.
Similar mood, Mr. Zhou Zuoren in the essay "Bitter Rain" also recalled: "lying in the crow's nest boat, listening to the sound of the rain playing the canopy, coupled with the sound of the sculling boat, as well as 'leaning against the pond, leaning against the sound of the next', but a dream-like poetry." Life is like a dream.
Re-reading of Dreaming South of the River No. 2:
Upstairs in bed, the waning moon under the curtain flags.
I dreamed of the melancholy of Moling,
Peach blossom and willow flakes filled the city,
Double buns sitting and blowing the pianoforte.
The first thing you need to do is to go up to your room, and you'll find yourself alone.
"Dreaming of Moling melancholy thing", this is after waking up memories, melancholy thing is what, the lyricist did not say, he told us to look at the waning moon.
The two "Dreams of South River", the same writing dream, before the lamp and under the moon, all started in the deeper night, the first awakening of the dream. The rain in the dream, the scenery in the dream, and the feelings in the dream are all vividly remembered. The writing style is in the form of a fugue, a narrative, waking up from the dream and going into the dream.
Jiangnan in memories, Jiangnan in dreams, Jiangnan in words, the beauty of the ethereal, the beauty of innocence, the beauty of the bones can be superb. Is there such a Jiangnan in the world?
Maybe there is, I did not find it, went a few times, only by imagination to try to recognize some traces. Had a search in Yixing painter Wu Guanzhong's former residence, intoxicated by the painting of the Jiangnan water town: pink walls and tiles, small bridges and water, lotus ponds and willow embankments ...... according to the map navigation, it was hard to arrive at the destination marked directions, but in front of the eyes is the side of the highway, a factory: a very domineering stainless steel gates, erected next to the door of the factory license, remember what is a mold factory. Went up to inquire, the gatekeeper half a day to understand, then shook his head. Not willing to give up, and asked a few passers-by, are locals, are also at a loss.
Mr. Wu Guanzhong's Paintings
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Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog
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Flowers are not flowers
(Tang) Bai Juyi.
Flower is not a flower, fog is not a mist.
It comes in the middle of the night and goes out in the morning.
It's like a dream in the springtime.
It's like a cloud in the fall.
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Taiwan romance writer Qiong Yao once said that she had read the words for decades without understanding them, and after reading many explanations, she still didn't understand them, but then they were made into a TV series. I haven't watched TV for years, so I don't know if she got it in the end or not.
If you use logical thinking to understand, the first sentence will be stuck, what do you mean by "flowers are not flowers"? The same goes for "the fog is not fog". The next sentence says, "They come at midnight and leave at dawn." Is this talking about flowers and fog? They may come in the middle of the night, but they don't necessarily go in the morning. Logical thinking obviously does not work.
If we ask Lotte to come out and ask him what he means, I'm sure he won't be able to tell us. People who have read the Diamond Sutra should think of "all appearances are illusory", or the "Heart Sutra" in the "color is empty", perhaps this is the meaning of the "flower is not a flower". The Buddha flicked the flower, and Ka Yip smiled, and passed on the law without saying a word. When you look at the flower is not a flower, is not a flower, just pure awareness, you are really living in the moment.
We mortals look at anything, we are accustomed to using beliefs to frame, such as seeing a flower, immediately think of what kind of flower it is, good-looking, and then compared to other flowers, and even think of what "flower language", and so on. Such incessant thoughts separate the flower from the whole and turn it into your own illusion. Whatever the flower, including the word "flower" itself, is not the essence of the flower, just like any other thing, our naming and believing in it is just for the convenience of the world to go on as usual, and has nothing to do with the reality of that thing.
I am tempted to think that Lotte is hinting at a love affair in the poem, beautiful, mysterious, hazy, unnamable, and evanescent. "Come at midnight, go at dawn" could be a date, could be a dream. The last two lines of the metaphor is very good to understand, the spring dream is a metaphor for its coming fragrant and short-lived, and the autumn cloud is a metaphor for its going pale and trackless.
This interpretation, I do not know whether Lotte think so?
I wonder if Lotte would be satisfied with this interpretation? He might laugh at me for being a strong interpreter, and I would prefer to let this poem remain uninterpreted and mysterious.