Slogan of the era of cooking smoke

Every small holiday, although we know the suffering of traffic jams and the suffering of people in scenic spots, we still yearn for "poetry and distance."

Like, the constantly coming advertising copy touched us almost instantly:

If I stop in a sea of people, it is hard for me to imagine that the most beautiful scenery on the road is not the expected imagination, not the relief at the end, but the fleeting but eternal twilight smoke on the expressway. ...

This scene is really "deep in the mountains, when you see the smoke rising again, you will know there is someone", which is a sentence in the poem "Qinyuanchun, Japan, Xi Window" by the poet Huang Ji of the Song Dynasty. The full words are as follows:

What is cooking smoke? This is the most touching smell of fireworks.

Although today, the city keeps us away from the past, even the smog that has risen day and night for thousands of years is gradually disappearing. ...

But we will still evoke all the memories and * * * sounds in our blood at the moment we meet.

In Teresa Teng's sweet singing, there is the ultimate question of our life:

Yes, we must ask where the smoke is going, which direction the wind is blowing, and where we are going. Who can we ask and who will decide? Maybe, before we get the answer, we can find the starting point first.

Tao Yuanming, the most famous pastoral poet in the history of Wei and Jin Dynasties, wrote in his "A Song of Returning to the Garden":

What I wrote was my initial heart, my nostalgia for the birds in the old Woods and the fish in the deep pools in the past, which is a portrayal of the poet's long-term predicament. So what kind of life do you want?

There are 89 huts and huts, and there are more than 10 acres of Fiona Fang land around the houses. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the front room exudes the fragrance of peach and plum trees. In the distance, the houses in the neighboring village are faintly visible, and there is smoke floating above. There were several barks in the deep lane, and the rooster on the top of the mulberry tree kept crowing. There are no worldly chores in the courtyard, and there is enough comfort and leisure in the quiet room.

Among them, the most touching thing is "the village is warm and far away, and the smoke in the Yi market". Personal ideals can only be understood and have eternal vitality if they are integrated into the real society and find a balance point or connection point between individuality and the public.

This warm village scene and the kitchen smoke of Yiyi are the three meals and four seasons of an individual family, which is a family reunion; For everyone's family, it is stable in this world and full of years. Only in this environment can Mr. Tao Yuanming's personal pastoral dream be realized.

Song Dynasty poet Shao Kangjie's "Singing in the Village" is very suitable for enlightening children.

Simple numbers are skillfully integrated into daily scenes, while concrete and simple pictures can give people endless imagination. In the journey of life, every two or three miles, you can always meet four or five families, maybe in the morning, maybe at noon, maybe at sunset, and there are six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers that bloom in time. ...

Anything else will do. This "smoke village" is full of the dynamics of life and the sound of time and space. We seem to see the family room under the kitchen smoke, and the ordinary and great daily life connected by three meals a day. ...

Interestingly, a wisp of kitchen smoke is often an intoxicating nostalgia, nostalgia, aestheticism and abstraction; If there are thousands of stoves to smoke, it will be another scene, often with its own majestic momentum, and perhaps a complete diet can give people the most confidence.

After Taizai, Zengbo Li, a famous minister and poet in the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Yangzhou Evening Banquet Singing Autumn Music":

Li Da's ci poets have always been famous for their ci poems, and their ci poems are unique. However, the phrase "Grain Rain, a suburb of spring ploughing, is full of weather". It is precisely because of the different horizons that it appears militarized and large-scale, which is probably the appetite for Qiu. Only when there is enough food and grass and logistics are guaranteed can we "serve the bright spring" without worries.

Zengbo Li wrote another poem "Qinyuanchun Beigu Taiduan", in which there is also a sentence "A thousand stoves cook cigarettes, a thousand boats cook snow, and their hands are as smooth as a palm", which is also extraordinary in momentum and has the ability to turn an enemy into an enemy.

At this time, he is ambitious and ambitious. Naturally, he is "no such great man" and "no matter who Ge is". It seems that he also has the ambition of "counting romantic figures and looking at the present".

However, when it comes to cooking smoke, there are not only cruelty and utilitarianism, but also the word "beauty". Of course, it is not our aesthetic smog that reminds people to return.

In the Song Dynasty, Ai Xingfu wrote a seven-character poem "Four Seasons Village Music", describing the return of rural houses:

When the smoke rises, even the weak can't be ignored. Its propaganda makes the green trees look bleak.

In the four seasons village music written by the poet, cooking smoke is ubiquitous and the most dull, but this is real life, which can not be separated from the warmth and comfort in the bones.

Zhu Chen, a poet in the Song Dynasty, left only one sentence, "The sunset is half bright on the clouds, and the smoke in the forest is horizontal", which is fascinating. At dusk, the setting sun is no longer dazzling, and it is particularly enchanting and huge. It should have attracted everyone's attention brilliantly, but it is just a wisp of smoke blown by the wind in the forest, so it can easily take away your thoughts and mine. ...

This oblique smoke from kitchen chimneys appeared again in Yang's poem "Reward Three Rhymes" in Song Dynasty:

Without wine, you will get drunk, because the weather is charming, with slight cold rain and lush grass, and because of the oblique smoke rising from the village, it has charming fireworks and the smell of food.

The smoke in this kitchen is naturally straight. In the Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan wrote in the second song of Zhou Chaozong's Sailing on June 10th:

Of course, when there is no wind, the smoke in the kitchen will go straight into the sky, but the flow of wind seems to be normal. The so-called "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop" and "the wind gathers smoke and it is cold at dusk".

No wonder Xiangling said "the desert is lonely and straight" when she studied poetry. At first, she couldn't understand it. If she reads this scene again, she seems to have seen it with her own eyes, but it's just smoke.

For wanderers who are far away from home, when the smoke rises, it is often the time when homesickness permeates their hearts.

Youren Xu in Yuan Dynasty wrote an early trip to Da Nang, which expressed his melancholy:

Coincidentally, "I don't know who the fishing net is at dusk" is Wang Anshi's feeling when facing the scattered hibiscus and crooked willows at dusk; "The smoke rises in Jiangcun at night, and the cock crows at sunset" is Huang Geng's "Qiu Ge" when he sees the winding stone road and fence house; "Broken chardonnay low reflection, bridges, a plain. Liu Ying's family began to smoke, as if it were like "Jiang Nanan", which was also the emotional foundation for Gao's feelings in Jiangnan and "When can we meet again?"

However, no matter where the smog comes from, whether it is in a foreign country or at home, it is healing, warm, bright lights and habitability that ultimately give people a heart. ...

Lu You's wandering is so free and easy:

The poet is on his way, and the dew and night wind in autumn can't be underestimated, so when he saw the smoke from the kitchen, he felt saved. Whether he can borrow a full meal for the night depends on his luck today. Look for every opportunity to ask the name of the village where smoke rises from the kitchen.

I don't know if others will be as romantic as Lu You, especially today, we are expected to retreat. In terms of trust and simple folk customs, we are far from the ancients.

In the face of cooking smoke, people are happy. In addition to Lu You's "doubt can rest", I am afraid there is Liu Kezhuang's "stepping on the sand and jumping pills":

Where the smoke rises, there are naturally two or three families. The poet wanted to thank Qiu Guang with his beloved wine, but unfortunately he couldn't find it in the mountains and forests. It is estimated that all this wine will enter the poet's own stomach.

But in any case, the smoke is curling up, it rises in the genes of our memory, always ready to be touched.

It has a warm and healing side, that is, habits, homesickness and fireworks; On the other hand, it makes people sad and homesick, especially today, many of us have a hometown that we can't go back to. ...