The locations where he performs art are mostly next to the trails outside Hoff Gardens, and sometimes under a nearby highway bridge, the two are not far apart.
in his sixties, his temples were gray, his face was red with red face, and his hands were rough. He wore a white dark blue jacket, sat on a plastic folding stool, and he was holding an old accordion . His shoulder straps were worn, and the black and white keys were smooth, and the piano and people were the same.
There are many old Eastern Europeans who beg, most of them are hired, full of rural style, sitting here or kneeling there, and when someone passes by, he reaches out to kowtow, and when no one passes by, he sits alone, as if he is thinking about home. For some reason, this old man made me particularly difficult.
is not his piano sound. Ivan, a Ukrainian guy on the commercial street (his Facebook account is printed on the piano box), played the accordion with a lot of fun, and they are all world-famous songs, so people often watch it, and the old man is silent here.
is the old man's expression, spicy and vicissitudes, and the vastness reveals universal sadness. Every time I walk through it, I still can't help looking back. I remember it was October. The weather was getting colder and there was no one on the path. I was always embarrassed. This time I walked up without thinking and threw a banknote into the jar. When I got up, I unexpectedly met his gaze. His gaze was like an electric current that spread throughout my body. I seemed to be suddenly lit by the light of God, and I was almost crying happily.
I haven’t seen the old man again for two years, nor in the city center. I don’t know where he went.
"The Four of the Beggars in Eastern Europe: The Old Man Playing the Accordion" Three Books
Written by | Three Books
Falling leaves fill Chang'an
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" Reminiscing Wu Chushi on the River "
(Tang Dynasty) Jiadao
Fujian sailing away, the toad loses and regains its fortune.
Autumn wind blows Weishui , fallen leaves fill Chang'an .
The evening of gathering here, when the thunder and rain were cold.
Lan Luoshu has not returned, and the news is everywhere.
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Let’s first describe the poetic meaning:
The same season was also late autumn, and we were gathering here, and it was thunderstorm, and my skin was still the cold of that night. Outside Chang'an City , beside the Weishui Bridge, you sail far away to the Fujian Kingdom outside the sky. The moon is full and lacking, and the leaves are round and falling. The autumn wind of last year still blew the Wei River of last year, and the leaves of the wood fall into Chang'an again. You will never return, I sigh when I look at the clouds.
Let’s try to flashback again:
It’s late autumn again, the autumn wind blows the Wei River, and the leaves fall in Chang’an. I stood alone at the farewell spot, beside the Weishui Bridge, looking at the direction you left. Since you set sail to Fujian, the moon is missing and round, and it is round and short. You will never return. The autumn wind, Wei River, fallen leaves, Chang'an, brought back that night. We gathered here. It was thunderstorm at that time, and I still remember the coldness of that night.
Which one is better for regular narration or flashback? I think flashbacks are better, time is frozen last year, and the poetry is like longing. However, what Jia Dao adopts is neither a regular narration nor a flashback, and the composition is even better. The beauty lies in its non-linearity, and all time and space are intertwined in the present moment of writing poetry.
The four lines in the poem, if you ask which feeling is first, there should be no order and all feelings occur at the same time. Yes, it happens at the same time. This is the real state of life. We will feel everything at the same time in an instant, but the brain's processing ability is limited, and we are accustomed to linear thinking , and express it in language and words. It must be sentence after sentence, as if there is a sequence.
If we look at it based on phenomenology , the way this poem is generated, the second couplet "Autumn wind blows on the Wei River, and fallen leaves fill Chang'an" is an opportunity to trigger memories, and it seems to be the first couplet, but when I recite the poem, I am at the waterside, and my friend's departure is still there, so I first say "The Fujian country sets its sails, and the toads lose their losses and become full", and then recalls from Chang'an last year, and even finally expresses my regrets in the end. After this analysis, it seems that there is a sequence and it is easy to understand. However, after a long time of analysis, it is a matter of the poet for a moment.
Before Jia Dao passed the imperial examination in Chang'an, he met a friend Wu Chushi who lived in seclusion but did not serve in office. Later, Wu Chushi left Chang'an and took a boat to Fujian. The news was long gone, and when the autumn wind fell, he felt more longing. Are you really missing Mr. Wu? If we examine Jia Dao's collection of poems, we will find that he actually longs for retirement, and he concentrates on poems such as finding hermits, sending him to others, staying in the mountains, , writing about secluded residences, traveling to immortals, etc. He may be himself.
The title of this poem "Remembering Wu Chushi on the River" can also be interesting. Jia Dao still recalls Wu Chushi when he left on a boat. Why? Because that was the last image that Master Wu left to him, which he yearned for but could not do. He stayed in Chang'an, full of fallen leaves, year after year.
Qing Dynasty Wang Gai "Late Autumn Stand Picture"
Quiet night in the wilderness, no world
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" Autumn Residence on the Ba Shang "
(Tang Dynasty) Horses and hair
Bayuan wind and rain are fixed, and geese are walking frequently in the evening.
Falling leaves and trees in a foreign land, cold lights alone at night.
The empty garden is covered with white dew, and the lonely monks are neighbors in the wild wall.
I have been lying in the suburbs for a long time, and when did I get this body?
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Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. The sky is blue, the yellow leaves are yellow, the west wind is tight, the north geese fly south, especially the rain. These astronomical phenomena and phenology make people miss homesick and make people feel old.
Ma Daike lives in Bashang, his home is in the East China Sea. He came to Chang'an to seek fame and fortune. After staying there for a long time, he did not find a way to advance. On this autumn night, he slept in a wilderness temple, feeling depressed and lonely, deeply feeling that his career was bleak and his life was hopeless. What exactly traps him? The poet did not further reflect on himself. We who do not need to learn but become an official can clearly see bystanders that the so-called lack of talent in ancient literati is actually a false proposition. What kind of talent do you have and what do you meet? Relying on literature and art to explore the career of the officialdom is a huge misunderstanding, and I made a mistake from the beginning.
What traps the poet is himself, he does not know the falsehood of this proposition, or he knows that there is no meaning in life. In essence, today's people are not the same, but the propositions are different, and there are more game versions. You might as well ask yourself: Why do you have to give meaning to life from the outside? Isn’t the meaninglessness of freedom now meaning?
The autumn night in Bayuan, if you can live in the present, it can be very beautiful. After the wind and rain, I saw geese flying by in groups. The tree is falling leaves. As long as you are willing, the tree is the hometown. How can there be a so-called "foreign land tree"? The lamp is not bright enough, even if it is a cold lamp, it can be accompanied or talked about. "The cold lamp alone at night" does not mean that you are self-pity, but that you see that life is just " wren nesting in the deep forest, just one branch; a rat drinking in the river, but only full of your stomach", wouldn't you be liberated immediately!
The night was very quiet, and I could hear the "white dew drops in the empty garden". He was alone and was neighbors with the wild monks. He felt that it was too quiet, so quiet that the world seemed empty. Just let it be empty, but it is easy for the world outside, it is difficult for external things, it is easy for external things, and it is difficult for external bodies. "This body", holding this body as existence, disturbing all emotions arise, just as the thirteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching sighed: "The reason why I have great patients is that I have a body, and I have no body, what are my troubles?!"
Southern Song Xiao Zhao (biography) "Danlin Poetry Thoughts"
After all, who is the desolation of
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"Qingpingle"
(Qing Dynasty) Nalan Xingde
has passed away, when will the word brocade be sent?
I remember pretending to hold back tears in front of the lamp, but asked if the Ming Dynasty was going.
Don’t come a few times like jade, floating in piles of fallen leaves.
A kind of cold and shallow dream, after all, who is the desolation?
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This is a poem that can be remembered by the inner words. Since being appointed as a third-class guard, he has been escorted to the frontier many times. I don’t know how complicated his true feelings are. In the poem, he always walks to the side of the Guanshan Mountains, and his dream of being concerned about his hometown will not come true.
"The geese are gone, when will the brocade letter be sent?" I have been waiting for the letter from home for a long time. It is already autumn, and the geese are flying south, and my wife doesn't know how to miss her. Du Fu When he was stuck in Chang'an, there was also this lovesickness on the night of the bright moon. His poem is even better: "Tonight, the moon in Fuzhou is the only one in the boudoir." This bright moon is not only without time and space, but also without human and me.
Generally speaking, the memories are often frozen at a certain moment of parting, or a person's expression, an action, or a scene or a sound in the environment. "I remember pretending to hold back tears in front of the lamp, but I asked if the Ming Dynasty was going." We have also seen this scene in the lyrics of " Female Crown " by Weizhuang : "April 17th is exactly today last year, when I parted with you. I held back tears and pretended to be low, and I was shy and half-shook my eyebrows. I didn't know that my soul was broken, and I had dreams followed me, except for the moon in the sky, no one knew it."
Needless to say that Nalan imitated or used Weizhuang, it should be said that this is empathy for everyone. It is very interesting to read the two poems in comparison. There is also a moon in the lower part of Nalan's poem, "Don't come a few times like jade, floating in piles of fallen leaves." The moon here is just an time unit , and autumn is just a desolate atmosphere. However, in Wei Zhuang's poem, "except for the moon in the sky, no one knows it", the moon is a mysterious witness and a merciful god.
Let’s look at the dream again. Perhaps because the outside of the Great Wall is too cold and the scenery is too different, Nalan's dream can never be achieved, "A kind of dark cold dream is the most desolate thing, after all." A shallow dream is hard to beat Xiaohan, after all, who is the most desolate thing, because of who is it? Because of your wife, weather, and service, you can’t help yourself? Maybe they are. Wei Zhuang’s dream is not only made, but also the dream is always with the same appearance as a beautiful woman leaving the soul. “Empty and existence” is confusion and joy.
Northern Song Guo Xi "Stones in the Spot"
The fate is gathered and dispersed, the leaves grow and leaves fall
The fate is gathered and dispersed, the leaves grow and fall, what is dream, what is the truth?
After reading books for so many years, I still don’t know how to deal with simple people and things. It is easier to deal with the world than to deal with a person, and it is easier to live a perfunctory life than to do something perfunctory.
For example, the beggar outside the cafe in the corner of the street, that Romanian man, my little brother, since he regarded me as a friend, I often walked around the street across the street. Sometimes when he saw him, he waved and smiled, as if he was caught on the spot. It’s not that I don’t want to give again, but because I don’t know whether it should be.
He is thin, but he is still so young. He begged here and has been sitting for several years. It seems that he will sit down all the time. donation is helping him or harming him? Maybe this, maybe that, after analyzing, I still have no answer, which shows that reading is useless.
A few days ago, passing by the street corner, walked opposite as usual, and saw him still sitting there, put on a black cotton jacket, and sitting among the pile of yellow leaves. It was a natural painting. Using the vehicles parked on the roadside as cover, I quietly watched from behind. Beside him was an linden tree . The yellow leaves slowly fell, falling on him, falling all around him. If he saw me and greeted me, this solemn beauty would disappear.
Written by/Sanshu
Edited by/Zhang Jin He Anan
Proofreading/Zhao Lin
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