"The Gradual Stone": A difficult march

A junior officer recounted the hardships of the Eastern Crusade, and on the way to the march, he came to tell about the hardships and tensions of the march. During his rapid march, he was greeted by a cliff that blocked the way of the group. He couldn't help but exclaim: How high and steep this stone cliff is! He began to lament the remoteness of the mountains and rivers, the difficulty of trekking and climbing, he was tired, and he hoped to reach his destination as soon as possible. However, the mountains and rivers are far away, and I don't know when I can get there.

The whole rapid march was also an urgent march, getting up early in the morning and feeling dark, and going on the road before dawn, which shows the urgency of this eastern crusade. In the process of advancing rapidly, they seemed to have more unspeakable pain, and the march was so urgent that they had no time to think about whether they could get out of danger in the future, and they had completely put their lives on the line.

During the night march, black clouds appeared in the Tianhe, just like a black pig crossing the river, and the moon was close to Bixing, which in the eyes of the ancients were all signs of rain. The junior officer feared that the heavy rain would make the march even more difficult, so he was so preoccupied with speeding up his march that he had no time for anything else.

The bitterness of the journey, the anxiety of the march, layer after layer:

The stone cliff wall stands as high as it stands. The mountains and rivers are far away, and the trek is really hard. The soldiers marched eastward, and there was no time to wait for dawn.

The cliff wall is steep. The mountains and rivers are far away, where is the end. The soldiers marched eastward, and went deep and had no time to retreat.

There are pigs with white hooves, and herds wade through the waves. When the moon is close to the stars, I am afraid of the rain. The soldiers marched eastward, and there was no time for him to pass quickly.

巉 (chán)

"The Flower of Flowers": The tragic scene of the famine year

The flowers are in full bloom, a piece of yellow, and the leaves are green and dense. If you look at the blue and yellow flowers and leaves of Lingxiao alone, this is indeed a vibrant scene. But it's just a flower, and people in the famine year are difficult to make a living. People are sad that they are in a famine year, struggling with hunger, dying and dying, and there is no way to live, but they are not as good as plants such as Lingxiao flowers, in contrast, they are vigorous and live more freely.

A low-class scholar who knew the people saw such a tragic scene, and his heart was so sad that he felt that his greatest regret was that he was born into this world. Under heaven and earth, people should be precious, but today they envy the unconscious plants, and even say that it is better not to be born, which is really sad and resentful.

The scholar said, "In the famine year, there is nothing to eat, so slaughter the ewe, but it is so thin that there is only one big head left; Let's fish, there is only starlight and no fish in the bamboo utensils used to fish in the water. The animals on land are sluggish, and the animals in the water are withering, so that people give the heaviest cry. People cannibalize people, cannibalism of the same kind, and it is already miserable, but the scholars say that even people can eat it, and there are very few people left. And it can be seen that the sheep that eat grass are so thin that they have no meat to eat, let alone those who have been hungry for a long time! Not to mention that all of them are skinny, even if they eat all these few people, it is difficult to fill their stomachs.

The tragic scene of the famine year:

The flowers bloom and look yellow. My heart is sorrowful, and I am more sorrowful!

The flowers are colorful, and the leaves on the branches are green. Knowing that I am like this, it is better not to be born.

The ewe's body is very thin and large, and the starlight shines quietly. If people can eat it, too little is not enough to stuff their teeth.

罶 (liǔ)

"Why the Grass Is Not Yellow": The inhuman life of the husband

A husband who is on a military mission, living a hard and dangerous life, expresses his protest against the inhumane treatment he has suffered. This was both a strong protest and an angry revelation, and he cried out with grief and indignation: Sadly, those of us who go out on the expedition are not treated as human beings, as dust!

This recruit's mouth kiss is miserable, and there is no pain in helplessness. Since the grass and trees are destined to turn yellow and black rot, then as a recruit, they are also destined to go on. The commander did not think in the slightest that grass and grass rot are the inevitable nature of things, but people are not born in the world for the sake of service, and people are not plants and trees, let alone compare people with plants and trees. But in those days, who could escape the pain of service? This suffering is not the fate of one person, but the tragedy of the whole society. This is a protracted round of large-scale military service that affects the whole people, and the family and the country are just decaying grass and endless rushes in the eyes of the recruiters.

Therefore, the recruits sent out a long-suppressed resentment: we are not bison, tigers, and even more reckless foxes, why do we live in the wild and grass for many years like these beasts! Are we born to share the fate of wild beasts? Don't forget, we're human too!

It's just that resentment is just resentment after all, and the husbands who are like mustard and born like beasts have no ability to change their fate, and they are destined to end their lives on the journey. The reason why they live an inhuman life of service is because in the eyes of the rulers, they are not human beings at all, but a group of tools of war. Therefore, the end of resentment is still that the military vehicle carries the levy high and drives on the wide road.

This is a hopeless, hopeless cry of pain, the life of the recruiter is miserable, and the life of the recruiter is desolate. The ruler of the Zhou Dynasty used his troops so incessantly, he never thought that the lament of the people was the voice of the country.

What grass is not withered and yellow, what days are not busy. Who can not be levied, and go to and from all directions.

What grass is not black rot, what kind of people are like widowers. Sadly, we who go on expedition are not treated like dust.

Neither a bison nor a tiger, walking through the wilderness without stopping. Sadly, we and other expeditions are busy day and night.

Wild foxes are fluffy and come and go in the deep grass. The military vehicles carried the levy high and galloped through the main road.

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At this point, the content of "Xiaoya" is completed, and "Daya" is followed. In fact, when the "Book of Songs" is written here, it is already close to the end. I remember when I first started writing the Book of Songs, my head was very big, 305 poems, and I wrote them one by one, which was a little depressing to think about. But when I gritted my teeth and walked on, I came back to my senses, and three-quarters of the content had already been written. Maybe we all need such a process to do things, from having such an awareness, to establishing a framework about this awareness, and then enriching the content of every detail within the framework. Once the framework is established and the content is enriched, we begin to trace it stroke by stroke, and the process will be gradually refined and refined. Even the smallest detail must be satisfied. In the face of this work, I am like making a handicraft, expensive in carving, and endless, there is no best, only better.