What does Yu Guangzhong mean by "evocation"?

It was written in praise of the patriotic poet Qu Yuan. I use the traditional Dragon Boat Festival to pay homage to and miss Qu Yuan in the distance to express Mr. Yu's own sustenance for his motherland, homeland, homesickness, old friends and the past.

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Yu Guangzhong: The Call of Water Town Soul —— Sacrifice at Miluo River Site

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The whole Quzi Temple has been quiet, even all the wood carvings, vertical and horizontal plaques, auspicious peaks, Youlong and galloping horses on the shrine have been silent. Even the noisy crowd outside, the noise of the whole Sun Yushan, suddenly settled down. Only the golden statue of a poet standing three meters away, holding a sword and stepping on the wind and waves, seems to wake up with melancholy homesickness. There is a tragic pressure that oppresses today's sacrificial ceremony. The poet was born in silver moon, silver moon, but people will never forget the anniversary of his death, the fifth day of May, because his eternal life began from the day he died and from the moment he put all his eggs in one basket.

The commemorative ceremony is scheduled to be broadcast live to the whole country at 9: 09, and the countdown is grand and tense. Under two 300-year-old Gao Gui trees, the atrium was crowded with people who attended the sacrifice. Facing the shrine of "Qu Yuan's memorial tablet, late doctor, Chu", there is a chief priest standing in a blue robe and a black robe, and the emcee standing next to the shrine is wearing linen and hemp hats. Outside the high threshold, there are ten people standing in the front row, divided into two columns. Five writers, from left, are Han Shaogong, Li, Tan Tan, and the oldest poet who came from across the Taiwan Strait. There are five people in the right column, all Yueyang officials. Behind them, there are six teams of dragon boat athletes, with detached faucets on their shoulders, including strong foreign female athletes. Then there is the portrait of Qu Yuan with a high crown and a sad face, which is slightly cubist in style, as if overlooking the capital, rather than overlooking the full court of worshippers; The couplets on both sides are "evoking the soul, three families and nine songs on the wall."

Above Gugui, it is a thin cloudy day with half brightness and half darkness, and now it is raining intermittently in Mao Mao. The weather in mourning should be like this. Fortunately, it has been raining. Like the screenwriters in the same row, he also wears a dazzling golden ribbon, which covers some rain. He made up his mind that even if it rained heavily, he wouldn't take an umbrella. A little rain is nothing compared with being swallowed up by the flood.

The long stick inserted in the ground smells fragrant, reaching the top of the head, and white smoke curled up in the rain. Is it to arouse souls for all souls? In a trance, I suddenly exclaimed, "Quiet!" Ten seconds later, he drank again: "A ceremony to pay tribute to Dr. San Lv!" So the deacons set up incense tables, vegetable tables, vegetable tables, offered fruits, jiaozi and three sacrifices, set up silk bundles and took the lead. Then Ma Yi MC drank a series of:

Drum up! Drum tee!

Ring the bell! The clock strikes three!

Turn up the music! Great fun, three strikes!

Have fun! Xiaolesan, go!

Bells and drums are ringing, sound guns are ringing!

Heroic firecrackers lashed the timid ear nerves until all the worshippers were full of blood and had the illusion of martyrs. Finally came to an abrupt end. The priest took his position and knelt before the throne. Deacon Jue wine, wine, filling, anti-bottle. The MC sang, "Lie down! Provocative! Three kowtows! The priest stood up and reset! " At this time, a township began to read the eulogy, and the Hunan sound of one sigh and three sighs was very sad. Bo Xia's doctor must have shed tears when he heard this. The eulogy was read for five minutes, and at the same time, two deacons made the faucet red. It's finally the turn of officials and writers. He led other writers to wash their hands in front of the basin frame, then lined up in front of the shrine, bowed their heads three times, and then returned to their positions. Finally, the dragon boat disciples knelt down and kowtowed three times in the same place. The master of ceremonies sang again: "The priest led the dragon boat disciples to invite the dragon god aboard!" The whole ceremony ended in 2 1 minute.

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The dragon boat race originated in Yueyang. Since 1980s, Yueyang has hosted ten international dragon boat races, but it was closed for five years after the Millennium. Last year, it resumed, which was not only more grand, but also moved the competition from Nanhu in Yueyang to Miluo River. Qu Yuan jumped into the water and the atmosphere was more vivid.

"Sunset Changsha autumn far away. I don't know where to hang to Jun? " The scenic spots and historical sites in Sanxiang are full of historical charm and the echo of legends. Even if it is only a short Miluo River, the two poetic spirits of Qu Yuan, Du Fu and Han will rest on the shore. They are all concerned about the country and the people, and they all look to their hometown in the north, so they will sing the Luojiang River and the long requiem will never stop.

When Qu Yuan died, the poet was restrained. Dragon Boat Festival, dragon boat race, is such a grand ceremony. Why do you want to invite an old poet from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to dominate the coquettish?

This is his second visit to Hunan. Six years ago, on the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, he made a ten-day trip to Sanxiang at the invitation of Hunan Writers Association. The first lecture was in Yuelu Academy, full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the autumn rain was empty and intermittent. He stood in class and made a speech. More than 400 listeners all wore light blue raincoats and rainhats, and the rain suddenly changed, and no one left. Dare not live up to this honor, he spoke very carefully, answered questions carefully, and repeatedly greeted the audience who came in the rain, for fear that Zhu was not satisfied, he coughed from behind the plaque.

Accompanied by Hunan writers such as Li and Shui Yunxian, he bowed his head to Miluo, visited Dongting, boarded Yueyang Tower and Zhangjiajie, and gave lectures in Yueyang Teachers College, Changde Teachers College and Wuling University successively. He was impressed and had no regrets. I only hate going back to Taiwan Province Province, and I was immediately caught up in chores, but I didn't report a word to Hunan people, and I don't remember its grand occasion.

Of course, the last trip to Sanxiang did not leave a complete blank. In Changde, he visited the majestic "Poetry Wall". Built on the north bank of Yuanjiang River, the city wall is carved with nearly a thousand poems from Qu Yuan, Song Yu, RoyceWong, Tao Qian, Li Bai, Du Fu, Liu Yuxi, Su Shi and Fan Chengda to Qiu Jin, Liu Yazi, Lu Xun, Yu Dafu, Xu Beihong, Nie Gannu and Yu Pingbo. There are as many as 50 or 60 new poems on the wall, including his homesickness, the boundary of returning home with love and Zheng Chouyu's mistakes. The host asked him to write an inscription. He wrote the words "Great Wall of Poetry Country", and added two more sentences: "Flood from outside, resisting time from inside".

On the way to Yueyang, he was sacrificed to Quzi Temple. Suddenly, it swept the whole river. Disappointed, he wrote these four sentences: "The end of a martyr is the beginning of a poet? /In the past, you asked the sky, but today I asked the river/but the river didn't answer. I just hate blowing the water too much/you went west or Miluo. " An impromptu sentence is forgotten when the topic is mentioned. Surprisingly, Luo had a heart and was included in the travel notes. In his fax letter, Li Hong also quoted these fragmented sentences to prove his old trip.

Back to the front, he thought it could be a beginning, so he continued it into a new work of 24 lines, entitled "The God of the Miluo River", which was sent to Changsha on the eve of departure. At the scene of the international dragon boat race, it is not religious to recite only the earliest national poems. Only when new poems are dedicated to grand ceremonies do they appear dedicated.

However, what impressed Hunan people the most and was quoted the most was what he said many years ago: "The upstream of the blue ink is the Miluo River". He can't remember when this sentence was said and what article it appeared in. Huang Weiliang rummaged through his anthology, but couldn't find it. However, in recent years, this sentence has been frequently quoted by articles of Hunan people, which not only appeared in all kinds of propaganda in Miluo City, or in the dragon boat race, but even turned into white characters on a red background and advertised on street slogans.

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As soon as the sacrifice at Quzi Temple was over, they took him to the river and put him on a speedboat. Five people crowded into the boat, put on raincoats and rainhats in a hurry and sped upstream. It didn't rain much, but the high-speed thrust of the hard roof attracted waves of stimulation. There are three speedboats, and theirs are in the middle, like three quick scissors to cut the water. They just want to cut forward, but they can't sew the gap.

Several cows with calves were grazing leisurely on the river continent, and they didn't care much about the chase of the three speedboats. On the Dragon Boat Festival two thousand years ago, did a shepherd boy or fisherman see the back of a haggard old man wandering by the far river?

After crossing this endless wild shore, the bridge of Beijing-Guangzhou Railway reached the top, and Luoshui merged into the Miluo River and flowed to the northwest. The speedboat went upstream and rushed to Miluo New Town in the southeast. The river is about 200 meters wide and the water is clear, so fishermen can not only foot, but even tassel. At this time, there are more and more people on both sides of the strait, and colorful floats are coming, full of childishness, like paper boats floating in fairy tales, not to meet three reckless speedboats, but to pick up a wooden boat that delivers zongzi from Zigui.

The motor is low and the speedboat is slow. The scene of the international dragon boat race is here. The observation deck is on the north shore, with dense umbrellas and colorful flags flying. As soon as it was crowded with guests, there were 3000 people. However, compared with the audience on both sides of the strait, the number of people in this area is negligible. He glanced at the other side, surprised. On the bank slope, the figures overlap and are pressed layer by layer, and no gap can be found. Looking across the water, I saw a human head, like a dense piece of black sesame cake, forming a human wall, stretching for miles. According to the newspaper, there are 300,000 people in the audience, whether it is notified in advance or reported afterwards.

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The speedboat took them to the dock of the regatta, and the opening ceremony was nearly half-time. The riverside square in front of the stands, under the banner of "sacrifice", is colorful and crowded with dragon dancers, rowers and students reciting poems. The golden voice of the gong and the vital capacity of the drum are giving full play, so we must push the festive atmosphere to a climax.

The program "Crazy Miluo River in Kowloon" is coming to an end. Nine dragons gave birth to nine sons, and nine teams are swimming to the shipyard to meet a new dragon boat that has just been completed. Twenty shirtless strong men shouldered the newborn dragon boat and walked towards the lofty banner. When the new boat was put on the shelf, a strong man took off the tap, soaked in running water in the river and put it back into the dragon. Another man killed the rooster and poured blood in Longkou. The wizard stepped forward, waved mugwort leaves and spilled realgar wine all over the dragon. So Shan Gui is the narrowest, dancing around the boat. Finally, Kowloon withdrew.

Then the stilts lined up to enter the stadium. Trembling through the air, the leading figure is of course the protagonist of the Dragon Boat Festival, Qu Yuan. Of course, it is a tall and thin figure, with a precarious crown, a sad face, black and white hands. It's Dr. San Lv. Every time I see Don Quixote painted by Picasso, he always thinks of Qu Yuan.

Then there are folk stories: Yue Fei, Cheng, Mu, the Monkey King, oil seller, Tota Li Tianwang ... Of course, gongs and drums are also difficult to help.

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At this time, surrounded by floats, wooden boats carrying golden zongzi have docked under the high banner of "sacrifice". After the stilt parade left, the audience gathered at the dock. The ceremony program finally returned to history from folk customs, focusing on Qu Yuan himself. The microphone in the stands raised the decibel, announcing to the audience that the poet from the other side of the Taiwan Strait had arrived at the scene and was about to host a poetry reading in memory of Qu Yuan. Accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Kim, he was led out, crossed the square and boarded the altar on the shore. At the same time, there are 300 Tsing Yi teenagers and 300 girls in red, who have arranged in three rows on the right side of the altar, each waving a hand-held mugwort leaf.

A choir of 600 people chanted the famous sentence "Li Sao" in unison: "I will search up and down." . After reciting it for the second time, he began to recite his new Miluo River God for the present ceremony:

The end of a martyr is the beginning of a poet?

In the past, you asked the sky, today I asked the river.

But the river didn't answer, only very Thai blew to the surface.

Going west or Miluo?

When reading aloud, he heard his own voice, and through the improvement and popularization of loudspeakers, he crossed the open water and wet wetlands, as if he had an echo under the gloomy rain clouds. This strange feeling is unprecedented. His voice is shaking the eardrums of 600,000 people at the moment. Through live broadcast, of course, more than that. But did Qu Yuan hear it? What were you thinking when you heard it? At this moment, the place where he stands is the bank where Quyuan threw himself into the river, the same rivers and lakes, the same fish and shrimp, and the descendants of Xiang and Chu who have been separated for generations.

"Spirit comes like a cloud", really? Qu Yuan's soul, at this moment, lingers on the high banner?

His exciting associations emerge in endlessly, but at the scene at that time, he just recited the first four sentences of "God of the Miluo River", and six hundred virgins immediately took it and recited eight sentences in chorus:

The drums are ringing, and hundreds of people are fighting for the flow.

Flags flying, thousands of oars breaking the waves.

You seem to be leading the way.

Take us to chase the ancient fragrance.

Historical resentment, make up with poetry, Jiang Shen.

A figure with long hair floating in the wind

Turn around and wave.

Waiting for us in the waves.

The God of the Miluo River has three paragraphs and twenty-four lines. Considering that the live poems of dragon boat race should not be recited too long, he condensed them into twelve lines and three paragraphs before leaving, that is, the moment he stood on the altar, he led the audience on both sides of the strait to recite them together.

After the sacrifice, he took stacks of yellow rice paper from the water bearer in Zigui, put it in a burning bowl, and sent it to Ling Jun after burning. Then he took a basket of zongzi from the boat, plus five big zongzi he brought from Taiwan Province Province, took it to the river and threw one into the water. That should be the most symbolic gesture in his life as a poet. The five zongzi brought from Taiwan Province were presented by Yu, a friend of the poet. The poet never imagined that there were thousands of zongzi in Qian Qian, and those five were really thrown into the Miluo River and dedicated to Qu Yuan.