The Book of Songs is the first collection of poetry in my country,
representing the poetry creation from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the mid-Spring and Autumn Period, in which the description of love occupies a large proportion. The love poems in the "Book of Songs" are warm and romantic, pure and natural, and are the exchange of heart and heart, and the collision of love and love. Although many love poems in later generations are far inferior to the "Book of Songs" in literary value, they can be regarded as the inheritance and development of the "Book of Songs".
<Jianjia>
For the so-called Yiren who have only one side, the man naively thought that they had fallen in love a hundred years ago, and that side would only meet again after a hundred years of reincarnation. Therefore, even if the front is "the sky is green, the white dew is frost, and the road is long and long", you still go upstream, hoping to see you through everything, but you are in the middle of the water, as if destined to be far away from you and.
<Guan Ju>
The world only knows that "a fair lady is a gentleman." However, he
did not know that the man in the poem would go to the reed forest every day in order to meet the woman, waiting from the eastern sunrise until the afterglow of the sun dragged the earth to run away, and finally until the echo of Jujiuguanguan Pass. Day after day, I sighed away in disappointment, and continued to hope with hope the next day.
<Women Saying Chicken Crows>
Men and women don't want to know how they got together, they just know that the time together is the best time in each other's lives. Men want time to stay in a beautiful moment, while women think that time is like a chasm. So there is the sigh of "It is advisable to drink and grow old with your partner; the piano and the seren are in the royal family, everything is beautiful".
<Guofeng· Beifeng· Drumming>
"Death and life are bound together, and you will be happy with your
partner, hold your hand, and grow old with your partner." This is not a love poem, but a oath made by soldiers before they go to war. But it has become synonymous with unswerving love that has been passed down for thousands of years. But how many people can understand that an oath is just a promise in the wind. The wind blows like a dandelion drifting farther and farther, and no one will insist on it. The stories in The Book of Songs have been separated for more than 2,000 years, and more than 2,000 years have left Lu You and Tang Wan's sadness that "although the mountain alliance is there, the brocade book is difficult to support"; Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's grievances that "both turn into butterflies and dance, and love and love are not heartless"; Nalan Rongruo and Lu's "a couple for the rest of their lives, love each other but not a blind date". The wasteland is getting farther and farther away from us that day, we just met gorgeously, turned around beautifully, and forgotten beautifully; the ends of the earth are no longer habitually talked about, we are only the beginning of one phase and the end of one phase.
Poetry, in desolate and beautiful words, describes what the author
has seen, heard or experienced in person. The result is that poetry is beautiful and desolate, but in neither sorrow nor joy, only people sink into it.
Post time: Aug-09-2022
