When I read "Pillow Grass" clearly, I feel that the love of ancient women is like a smoke cloud in the air, without any fireworks. The text was translated by Lin, not as straightforward as Zhou Zuoren's, dense and extremely beautiful.
Yan was a woman in the middle of heian period. She served the queen stator and described the aristocratic life and interesting things in the palace. At that time, women could recite poems and play the piano to flirt with men, and they knew the taste of life very well.
What a beautiful writing. Just looking at the name makes my heart tremble. I wrote poems on the petals, and sent a flute to my beloved in the letter, including the gorgeous costumes of the palace people, lavender coats and pure white robes, snow-covered plum blossoms, and crystal prayer beads. On the winter night, I knocked on the chess pieces and listened to the snow fall to the ground. The noble son stood under the apricot tree in a white robe and played the flute.
The aesthetics of life, with a hint of Zen in Japan, is exquisite and meticulous, depicting very tiny things in life, such as clothes, containers, flowers and plants, moods, seasons, expressions and dialogues of characters. Delicate and feminine women are constantly moved by the details of life. Influenced by Japanese aesthetics, the heavy court and strict hierarchy can't stop women's natural soft and emotional hearts. The aristocrats in her works.
For example, describe the clothes of the characters in the palace: "A beauty is like a slender and delicate son in a straight dress. A beautiful girl casually wears a pair of culottes with an underarm undershirt. A long ribbon base and sachet are exposed on the sleeve, leaning against the high fence and covering her face with a fan. The young female officer is beautiful, lifting the bottom of the summer account. You can see that Bai Ling's light coat is covered with a thin purple dress and is practicing calligraphy there. "
When the snow is not deep and there are faint snowflakes, several boudoir women warm up and chat in a warm hut, drinking tea and listening to snow, playing the piano and singing, which is very emotional.
Qing Shaoran is a talented woman in the palace. Those beautiful women seem to fall in love without sleeping. She had a beautiful tryst with her lover. "Summer is the best time for lovers to meet. The night is short, but it will dawn before you know it, so you often have to sleep. It is open everywhere, so you can enjoy the cool air and enjoy the scenery of the stadium. There are still endless love stories in my heart. When we talked about this and that, birds flew in front of us, as if they had been caught in a secret, and they were quite tolerant. "
There is also "it is also very interesting to sleep with your lover and listen to the bell on a cold winter night, as if it sounded from the bottom of your heart." If the rooster crows, first, it buries its beak in its wings, so it feels far away. Later, when the second, third and second rooster crowed, it was close to the stadium and interesting. "
A woman who knows the taste of life always has childlike enthusiasm and innocence for things around her. Time is precious. It is better to drink tea and listen to the rain than to love each other and live the life she wants. This is not a waste.
After reading Pillow Grass, I often think of a beautiful couple in ancient China-Shen Fu and Yunniang. I remember when I read Six Chapters of a Floating Life, I was deeply moved by Yunniang's interest in life. It turns out that there are such beautiful women not only in Japan.
Their love is a story from ancient times to the present. They have been a good wife and mother like their mother for thousands of years, gentle and caring, and have a kind of detached masculinity. They are childhood friends, fairy couples, mothers of feudal times, showing the extraordinary and refined women everywhere.
For example, women were not allowed to enter many occasions at that time, but Shen Fu and Yun Niang were lively and loved to travel, so they disguised themselves as men and played with Shen Fu.
Shen Fu hit it off with a well-spoken brothel woman. Yunniang actually loves this woman very much, so the three of them became bosom friends. Yunniang wanted to redeem this woman as Shen Fu's concubine, but in the end she broke up.
The girl in Shen Fu's works is a fairy with fireworks, a small jasper, and a quiet girl is more like a beautifully packaged work of art, which can only be seen from a distance. As an ordinary woman in the world, Mama Yun knows how to serve her husband, how to make a porridge, rice, oil and salt into a beautiful work of art, how to do laundry and cook, or how to put things in order. She knows tea, piano, chess and how to adjust her life properly, so there is no love in Shen Fu's life after her death.
There is a passage in the book that has impressed me so far: "When the lotus in Xia Yue first blooms, it blooms at dusk. I pinch a few leaves with a small gauze bag and put them in the flower heart. I will take them out tomorrow morning and cook them in natural spring water, which is particularly fragrant. "
No wonder Lin Yutang said that girls were the loveliest women in ancient China. In "Clouds in Beijing", Yao Mulan's image bears the shadow of a young girl, blending all kinds of beauty of women.
In this world, fewer and fewer people live and fall in love in a classical way. I don't know if it is because life is heavy and noisy, or because ancient people are more refined and noble than modern people. In a society that pays attention to efficiency and speed, such as quietness, slowness and elegance, these beautiful qualities precipitated by history are slowly disappearing. But I still believe that in this heavy and noisy life, someone will take care of a porridge and a meal, giving a solemn beauty to the mediocre daily life. Self-cultivation, internal and external cultivation, learning tea ceremony, flower arrangement, cooking and baking will make life comfortable and interesting.
The ideal vegetarian love, as the favorite writer said, should be more like a partner you meet by chance on a lonely journey. You spent a full moon night, and each of you walked a long way, feeling lonely and warm, and invited each other to put a pot of wine in the pear tree in the valley and talk all night.
Two people, standing side by side, looking at this lonely world.