Ma Jing, a middle school language teacher in Shan County, Heze, loves sports and education.
The years are flowing like water
- Recalling the watery years of Daiyu's "I" and the poet Daiyu
Wen/Ma Jing
In a trance, I have been I have walked out of the cold Xiaoxiang Hall a long way, knitting knit leaning in front of the window chanting "rain and wind in the autumn window" of the scene but lingered in my mind for a long time to linger ......
"Autumn flowers pale autumn grass yellow, Geng autumn lamps autumn night.
I've already realized that the window is not full of autumn, and that's why the wind and rain are so cold!"
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The first acquaintance with Daiyu in the day is not known, a young lady told me: "She is beautiful but small-minded, not at all like people!" Really? So in a long summer day, I pushed open the thick door of the Grand View Garden.
There were also sentimental in the Yi Anju Shi "flowers from the floating water from the flow, a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows." The pain of lovesickness, Su Dongpo mourned his wife "even if they should not recognize, dusty face, sideburns like frost" helpless. And now come to the Grand View Garden, in the footsteps of Daiyu, unknowingly already like her, like her poetry. It is often said that "poetry is like a person", Li Qing's elegance, Su Shi's openness and boldness are the reflection of his (her) poems, then Daiyu's poem?
Listen to the "Burying Flowers", she lamented, "I am now burying the flowers, people laugh at me, and in other years, I will bury the slave who knows?" "Once the spring is over, the red face is old, and the flowers fall and the people die." When her sensitive and fragile nerves were touched again and again, tears came from sorrow and poems also came from it. Her poem is permeated with a sense of destiny, a feeling of wandering in the sky, "...... Sigh this life, who will give up and who will receive? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
Sentimental about her predestined sentiments, happy that she sympathized with Baoyu. Accompanied her all the way over, from Suzhou's Lin House to the Jinling Jia family, from the lonely Xiaoxiang Hall to the bustling Yihongyuan ...... all the way to a hurt and a disease is a lifetime of happiness. She and I have never had a real sense of face-to-face conversation, but in her poetry, we are all the time in communication, two young hearts, with the belief in poetry into each other's hearts.
"A generation of the city by the wave flower, Wu Gong empty since the memory of children's home.
The girl who knitted her brows and laughed at the girl from the East Village, was still coated with yarn by the white stream."
Daiyu is so commented Xishi, perhaps in her view, the rich and powerful like smoke and clouds, and their loved ones together for the rest of their lives, tea and rice is also enough, so she defied fame and fortune. She does not care whether Baoyu high school list, only care about this "really that heart".
Her beauty is not the appearance of the stunning, but the "belly with poetry from the gas" of the real flow. I know that the young lady she said wrong, but also glad that I know a clever and lovely knitting.
Someone told me: you're wrong, what poet Lin Daiyu? There is just a generation of literary Cao Xueqin just. Maybe he is right, knitting just the moon in the mirror, flowers in the water, but who can deny the possibility of her existence? I rejected myself in the "Dream of Red Mansions" of the 80th: knitting knitting do not like themselves in the last 40 "Red Mansions" on the bum, I understand what she means.
The courtyard door closed behind me in the sinking, the garden of the sisters of the road still have to walk on their own, knitting the same, Baoyu is the same ...... and I am the same, carrying their own ideals in this rolling red dust, continue my road, never stop a