A delicate, emaciated and sickly woman, with a flower hoe in her hand, sat beside a rockery, hiding her face and crying, lamenting that the world was cold and human feelings were warm and cold, telling her sadness, bitterness, resentment and helplessness. Crying and singing the sad "Burying Flowers", this is Lin Daiyu written by Cao Xueqin, a weak woman who is sentimental and dependent on others.
However, you are not a cowardly person in character. For example, Although "Burying Flowers" is a representative of all the lamentations you have encountered in your life experience, this poem is not blindly sad and sorrowful, but it still has a sense of suppressing injustice. "Willows grow from wheatgrass, no matter whether peaches float or Li Fei", there is resentment against the cold world and the cold human feelings, and "36 days a year, the wind, frost, swords and swords press each other hard". Isn't it an indictment of the ruthless reality that has persecuted you for a long time? "May wings be born under the ribs and fly to the end of the day with flowers. There is no end, where is the fragrant hill? It's better to have a pure land to hide the wind and clean the essence than to be trapped in a ditch. " It is the aloof and arrogant character that is unwilling to be humiliated and defiled, and unwilling to bow and yield when the fantasy of freedom and happiness is unattainable.
How many taps on your miserable heart, how many inquiries into your resentful heart, how many flashes of your beautiful face, how many life rings can't change your position in the feudal dynasty, and how many silent sobs can't help you to achieve the so-called "golden marriage" with your beloved Baoyu. Grandmother Jia once said, "I am the only two jade girls who are the most hateful!" Even so, she can tolerate Baoyu's rebellious madness, but she can't forgive you-Daiyu's sentimentality.
with that "hello, Baoyu", alas! "A wisp of fragrant soul is scattered with the wind, and the sorrow falls into a dream at night!" At this moment when Baoyu married Baochai, you bid farewell to this feudal dynasty and this noisy and prosperous world, ending your miserable fate of sadness and tears. The life that makes you sentimental and dependent on others makes you unhappy, but it makes your talents more brilliant.
by the bridge of Qinfang Gate, you and Baoyu recite The West Chamber. I'm afraid that you, Daiyu, are the only people in the whole world who can be called bosom friends. Baoyu's sentence, "I am a' sad and sick body', and you are that' beautiful'." When you heard this, you blushed, raised two eyebrows that looked like frowning, stared at two eyes that looked like staring, and looked angry with your cheeks. I don't know, Baoyu's words were right in your heart.
In the autumn lent, everyone chanted Haitang, but your romantic style was not as unique as Baochai's subtle and profound. When Tanchun commented Baochai's poems on you and made you second, you didn't complain or be discouraged. Your poems "Ode to Chrysanthemum", "Ask Chrysanthemum" and "Dream of Chrysanthemum" are highly praised by everyone. Your poems "Bury Flowers" make Baoyu sad and cry, and your poems "Five Beautiful Songs" make Baoyu amazed. The poems in the Concave Crystal Museum show your extraordinary talent, meticulous thinking and profound self-restraint. However, are these not the manifestations of your direct faith?
Before you die, you ask Xueyan for your collection of poems-it is a record of your love, cruelty, affection and sorrow; And your poem-inscribed Ropa-it's a witness that you and Baoyu know each other. Which of these two things is not your favorite thing? However, you want to tear the silk handkerchief. However, your physical strength is exhausted, and you can tear it there. However, you put two "beloved things" into the brazier, from which you can see how much you hate Baoyu in your heart! In your illness, you cut off the love thread between you and Baoyu. I don't know what kind of mood you can do it with.
You left with a grudge against Baoyu. You blame him, why he doesn't understand your infatuation, and why he doesn't understand your mind. As everyone knows, Baoyu is the same as you, and he loves you enthusiastically, but he just hates not knowing you.
You live in a society where hunger is more than right, and you hate this society where "women are virtuous without talent". Your talents are displayed in a Jia family that no one appreciates, and you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love! As you said, "Without end, where is the fragrant hill?"
Looking up at the starry sky, it seems that Daiyu is sad, not because she is dependent on others, nor because of Baoyu, but because of the decay of her society. Daiyu, tears have accompanied you through your short and beautiful life. Xi Shi is still accompanied by the quiet river beside Huanxisha, and you only have bitter tears to accompany you on a sad night. Clear face, clear tears, clear everything, thorough is undoubtedly your clear mind, Daiyu, how I want to see your clear face and clear everything with my own eyes!
In the troubled world, there is no place for you, and lingering love can't change others' misinterpretation of you. Through that clear face, you are an extreme woman.
When the passionate evening breeze blows the trembling dew on the lotus leaves, the endless drizzle dances on the banana beside the river, and the geese in late autumn take away the whispers of lovers, you start to think again, roll the bead curtain lightly, and your clear face shines in the afterglow of the sunset.
Clear face
History is like the Yangtze River, which is small and huge; It is quiet and noisy; It is strange and clear ...
Those who can make waves in the Yangtze River are either heroes or sinners; However, generations of literati always sigh with sadness at the hazy thing of history, and most of them are just lost in the sound of lapping waves. Naturally, there are also those who leave behind the eternal swan song. The swan song is not the poetry anthology with gorgeous words, but the spirit left by the strong bones ...
Castle Peak is fortunate to bury its loyal bones, while white iron casts its innocent courtiers.
On that day, I read ancient books in my spare time, which involved Qin Gui, a traitor in the Southern Song Dynasty, saying, "Castle Peak is fortunate to bury loyal bones, and white iron casts innocent courtiers", which strung up countless fragmentary memories: Yue Fei, Qin Gui, unwarranted and loyal service to the country ... What came to my mind was the pain as cold as cold water; It is the sorrow of the dark world; It's the sadness without hesitation; It was a miserable death on the guillotine. Bitter, that long journey is dusty with snow; Sad, that bad king is not good at governing the country; Sad, the loyalty to serve the country until death do us part; Sadly, the hero fell for the sake of justice. Yue Fei, a generation of loyal ministers, left his clear face in the long river of history, which need not be his appearance, but the clearest mark on his proud back is "faithfully serving the country".
frown coldly at a thousand fingers and bow down as a willing ox.
In class, when I opened my textbook, I read Mr. Fujino, and the sentence "Look at a thousand fingers and bow my head like a willing ox" flashed through my mind: Lu Xun, a moustache, an eraser head, A Madman's Diary and The True Story of Ah Q ... What came to my mind was the greed of countless green thieves, the laziness of eating idle food. Greed, the countless personal thoughts swallowed up by man-eating ethics in the Diary of a Madman; Lazy, the disadvantages of being lazy in Kong Yiji are exposed; Ignorance, the protagonist in The True Story of Ah Q indulges in unrealistic victories to cover up the cruelty of reality. Lu Xun, an ideological doctor of an era, left his clear face in the long river of history, not because of his ill appearance, but because of his "no face on current affairs, which often takes the form of mistakes". His concise, sharp, pungent and humorous pen is his clearest brand.
"I just tell the truth."
During my lunch break, I went to the library to stroll around. Suddenly, a book "Home, Spring and Autumn" came into my eyes, and a sentence "I'm just telling the truth" lingered in my ears: Ba Jin, "Home, Spring and Autumn" and "Cold Night" ... What came to my mind was the eternal truth, the sincere and frank feelings, and the courage that had not been erased through vicissitudes. True, every word of blood and tears is true; Love, the words from the heart of the friends; Courage is the courage to tell the truth all one's life. Ba Jin, a fighter who dares to tell the truth, is still "thinking for the country" in his twilight years. He left a clear face in the long history. It doesn't need his haggard face, but his courage to tell the truth is enough to touch thousands of readers in Qian Qian, which is the clearest trace he left.
Through these strange but clear faces, we dare to face the history, so as to understand the reality more deeply and predict the future more confidently.
these clear faces!