I don't know why, this year's weather is particularly bad, since the first day of the new year began to be cloudy, today is already the seventh day of the new year, the sky is still gloomy, not a little sun meaning.
The old wife Yang took out the newly sewn cotton clothes, put them on for Du Fu, and joked to him: "Everyone wears new clothes for the New Year, you are good, you have to wait until the seventh day of the new year to wear them, what a weirdo!" ”
Du Fu stretched out his arms to cooperate with his wife to dress, and said with a smile: "You ** know? The seventh day of the first lunar month is the 'day of the people', it is the birthday of people, we are born as human beings, how fortunate are we? Of course, celebrate today with new clothes. ”
Okay, okay, it's always your case, go to dinner. Lord Yan Wu was worried that we had run out of things sent a year ago, and in order to celebrate the 'Human Day', he sent someone to deliver rice, noodles, vegetables and vegetables yesterday, we really don't know how to thank Lord Yan! ”
Mrs. chattered, while going to the stove to serve food, Du Fu stood in front of the window, looking at the gray weather, his heart was very worried, today is the "human day", if the weather is clear on this day, the new year can be prosperous, auspicious and peaceful. Didn't Dongfang Shuo of the Han Dynasty say in his "Book of Occupation": "On the seventh day of the first month, from Dan to dusk, the moon is clear, the stars are seen at night, the people are safe, and the monarchs and ministers are in peace." ”
But look at the weather this year, I haven't seen the sun since the day of the New Year, which is a bad omen! Is there going to be any more war this year? Could there be some natural disaster? If so, when will the people of the world come to light?
Alas-" Du Fu let out a long sigh, and when he looked down and saw that the paper was placed on the table, and the ink in the inkstone pond was polished, he knew that his wife got up early to grind it, and he couldn't help but smile, and with a stroke of his pen, he wrote a poem:
From the first day to the human day, there is no time when it is not cloudy.
The ice and snow warbler is difficult to arrive, and the spring cold flowers are late.
The clouds fall with the white water, and the wind vibrates the purple mountain.
The temples are sparse for a long time, and there is no rubi silk.
After Du Fu finished writing, his wife came over and picked it up, read it softly, and said: "Rules are dead, but people are alive." Whoever said that it is not good to have a cloudy day, as long as we are happy, we can live a good life. ”
There seems to be a kind of magic in Mrs. Du, she can always say the bad into good, the difficult into easy, and the unhappy into happy. Du Fu saw that his old wife's face was full of warm smiles, and he was also infected, but isn't it, why are you so sad about today's holiday, you have to be happy, go, eat.
Mrs. took his hand, and the two walked to the dining table together, and the two sons Zong Wen and Zong Wu and daughter Feng'er all stood at the table, waiting for their parents to sit down before they sat down.
Du Fu looked at the sensible child, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Let's eat!" The children also picked up chopsticks to learn their father's tone, and said loudly, "Open the meal."
Du Fu and his wife both laughed, and Mrs. said, "Eat quickly, after eating, we will cut Rensheng and steam Qibao soup together."
I also want to climb to the top and pray for blessings! Zong Wu didn't wait for his mother to finish speaking, and hurriedly said.
Du Fu and his wife looked at each other and smiled, and Du Fu asked his son: "You still know a lot about this child, so my father asks you a question: Do you know why we want to live a human life?" ”
Zong Wu tilted his head and thought about it, pursed his lips and said, "I don't know." ”
Daddy, tell us about it. Zongwen and Feng'er put down their chopsticks and sat up straight at the same time, looking like they were listening to the class.
When Mrs. Du saw her children like this, she sneered and said, "This is a meal and a storyteller, and Daddy is not teaching you a lesson." She turned her head to look at Du Fu and said angrily: "Look at the children you trained, is this your child or your student?" ”
Du Fu wanted to talk about the great principles of "filial piety", "Tao", and "etiquette", but when he thought of his wife's words, his face gradually turned into a smile, "Okay, okay, today Daddy will tell you the story of Renri." ”
Regarding the 'human day', it is said that the people's birthday on the seventh day of the first lunar month, the common people call this day 'human day', also called the 'human victory festival'. Legend has it that when Nuwa Niangniang created all living beings, she first created chickens, dogs, pigs, sheep, cows, and horses in order, and then created humans on the seventh day! Therefore, the seventh day of the first lunar month is regarded as a person's birthday, so it is called the 'Renri Festival'. Why did we arrange for 'man' to be created on the seventh day? There is no detailed record in the story, but we humans have come to a conclusion from it, human beings, are not the first of nature, we should always be in awe of all the natural things in the world, not disobedient, not contrary to the laws of nature. In this way, we humans can live peacefully in nature. On the contrary, if we disobey the laws of nature, we will be punished. ”
After hearing this, the three children nodded thoughtfully and said, "It turns out that our people were created by Nuwa Niangniang!" ”
Du Fu nodded and said: "Yes, but it's just a legend of 'Renri', and there is another one I know-".
The children listened intently, but Du Fu stopped talking, and after a while, the lady and the children reacted: "Daddy, this is a sell-off." ”
The three children all sat down around Du Fu, and the youngest daughter Feng'er shook his arm and said, "Daddy, say it quickly, good daddy, Feng'er still wants to hear the story." ”
Du Fu touched Feng'er's pigtails with a smile and continued, "Okay, Daddy will continue." There is also a story written in his book by a man named Zhuangzi, and the story goes like this: In ancient times, there were three immortals: Emperor Qi, Emperor Ku and Chaos. He often went to the Chaos House as a guest and was warmly welcomed. In gratitude to Chaos, the two told him, 'Everyone has seven tricks, and they eat and breath with sight and hearing, and this is the only one, try to chisel it.' According to this, Chaos chiseled a trick into himself in one day, and chisels seven tricks in seven days, and man is born, and Chaos dies because of it. Therefore the seventh day is a human day. ”
When the three children heard this, they all tilted their heads and thought for a while, and Feng'er said first: "It's not good, it's not good, this story is not good, I still like Nuwa Niangniang." Zongwen Zongwu also said: "Me too, me too!" ”
At this time, Mrs. Du had already cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, put on colored paper and gold leaf of various colors, and said: "The story is over, we should celebrate the festival, come, children, let's cut people together." Give you scissors, and you cut them together. As she spoke, she handed Du Fu a pair of scissors.
The children's scissors are not stable, and they always accidentally cut off the legs or arms of the people, and then they cut off the heads directly, Du Fu too, don't look at the poetry is a wonderful hand, and the scissors can become clumsy, only Mrs. Du is ingenious, and the people who are cut out are sitting, standing, or raising their hands, or raising their legs, all kinds of postures, lifelike.
Du Fu simply threw down the scissors and said, "Forget it, forget it, let's cut it Mrs., my veteran hands are really not suitable for this kind of work." ”
The children also put down the scissors, picked up the mother's cut Rensheng, put it on their heads, and took it to paste it on the wall and window.
Is Old Master Du at home? The family was admiring the crowd in the house, and suddenly heard someone shouting in the yard, Du Fu and his wife hurried out, it turned out that the neighbors had sent chickens, dogs, sheep, pigs, cows, horses, all kinds of meat, vegetables, and grains.
The old lady who often comes to Du Fu's thatched cottage to beat dates holds a handful of golden millet and says: "This is the autumn, the field in front of my door is harvested, today is the 'Renri Festival', everyone will send you these things, so that you can steam Qibao soup." ”
Du Fu and his wife hurriedly took over everyone's things and thanked them again and again: "Thank you so much, we have moved here for more than a year, thanks to this group of good neighbors to take care of!" Thank you. ”
Thank you? We don't often trouble the old master to write letters and read letters to his son who is a soldier outside, and during the Chinese New Year, we just took the Spring Festival couplets written by the old master. This paper and ink are not cheap. But the old master doesn't take a penny from us! ”
Everyone was gossiping, Mrs. Du invited everyone to sit in the house, and the old man in the east said: "Don't sit, don't sit, we are here to invite Mrs. Master and Miss Gongzi to go to the top to pray for blessings." ”
Brother and sister Zongwen clapped their hands and said, "Okay, okay, daddy, mother, let's go together!" ”
Mrs. Du smiled and said, "You and Daddy go, my mother will still steam the Qibao soup and wait for you to come back to eat." ”
When the children heard their mother say this, they had no choice but to give up, and they took their father's hand and climbed up with the neighbors.
Du Fu and his three sons and daughters walked out of the cottage with their neighbors, went west along Huanhua Creek, and came to Huanhua Mountain.
Huanhua Mountain was originally just a small hill at the source of Huanhua Creek, and people called it Huanhua Mountain along with Huanhua Creek.
Huanhua Mountain is not high, but the willows on the mountain have been dyed green, the red peach has already budded, the flowing water is murmuring, the light cold is bright, the wind is leisurely and the empty valley is coming, the fog is misty and the deep stream is smoking, and it is ethereal, so that the hustle and bustle of the soul ripples with the quiet and elegant Ruiduan.
It was nearly noon, everyone was tired, tired, and hungry, so they took the grass as a feast, and everyone took out the "smoked cake (a kind of pancake)" they brought, and the wine soaked in the cypress leaves of the Yuan Ri, poured the wine glass in front of everyone, and looked at the colorful gold flowers worn on the heads of the children and women, everyone was happy and happy.
The scholar improvised a few lines of poetry, and the illiterate also had to say a few auspicious words, Du Fu saw that everyone was so interested, he couldn't help but be in high spirits, drew his sword and danced.
Everyone shouted: "Master is a great poet, in a festival like today, why do you have to write a poem for everyone!" ”
Du Fu listened, and sure enough, he chanted while dancing the sword:
At this time, people get together, talk and laugh at each other.
Zun before the cypress leaves rest with the wine, Shengli Jinhua skillfully hardy.
The saber rushes to the stars and talks about the temporary pulling, and the box piano flowing water must be played.
In early spring, the rivers and lakes are revived, and the straight road is worry-free.
Happy times always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sky is getting dark, and suddenly, a red light shines in the western sky, and everyone sees, it turns out that the sun suddenly broke through the thick clouds and jumped out!
Sure enough, it was a good day of Qingming, although it came a little late, but it still came after all.
Everyone clapped their hands, laughed, and shouted with joy, and the sky was dyed red with the sun that had just hung up and was about to set, and everyone's faces were dyed red.
Everyone said, "This year must be prosperous!" ”
People slowly descend the mountain along the stream under the light of the sun, chatting along the way, and children pick up beautiful stones and throw them into the stream, splashing and shining in the colors of the rainbow.
Back in the thatched cottage, Mrs. Du's Qibao soup had already been steamed, and the yard was filled with an enticing aroma.
Du Fu invited the neighbors to enjoy it together, and everyone said that they would go home for a reunion dinner in the evening during the holiday, so Du Fu had to give up.
Sending off the neighbors, Mrs. Du did not go to Sheng Tang immediately, but took out a letter, Du Fu took it and saw that it was a poem written by Gao Shi, a close friend who was serving as a assassin in Shuzhou at this time:
The day of the inscription poem sent to the cottage, the old man misses his hometown.
The wicker color is unbearable, and the plum blossoms are full of empty branches.
Being in the distant domain, there is nothing to foresee, and there are many worries in my heart.
This year, people will remember each other, and next year they will know where they are.
Thirty springs in the East Mountain, how do you know that the book and sword are old.
Long Zhong is also 2,000 stones, ashamed of the people from the east and the west, the north and the south.
Du Fu read it, holding the paper in his hand for a long time and refused to put it down, thinking that the "Anshi Rebellion" broke out, the mountains and rivers were broken, and he and many old people were panicked like lost dogs, all the way to Shuzhou, and finally came to Shuzhou more than a year ago, with the help of Lord Yan Wu and many good neighbors, this thatched cottage was built, and the family finally had a place to live.
At this time, his friend Gao Shi also came to Shuzhou to take up a post, and he did his best to help Du Fu, so that his life was not difficult and embarrassing, so that his wife and children could have a full meal to eat.
Du Fu didn't dare to imagine that if it weren't for Yan Wu and Gao Shi, where would his family go?
What touched him even more was that Gao Shi not only helped him in life, but also gave him spiritual support and comfort.
Just like at this moment, Gao Shi knew that he was living in a foreign land for the holidays, and it was inevitable that he would feel homesick, so he wrote a close-up poem to tell him: No matter when and where, there is still this old friend who is thinking about him!
In the sea of life, it is enough to have a confidant!
Some people say: Li Bai has never been old, and Du Fu has never been young.
Because Li Bai always gives people a chic and open-minded and energetic sense of youth, while Du Fu always looks like an elder who worries about the country and the people, and takes a long breath to hide his tears, Du Fu seems to have become synonymous with "suffering".
However, no matter how depressed Du Fu's mood is and how hard his life is, Du Fu is happy, satisfied, and happy on this day.
With a gentle wife, a lovely child, a confidant friend, and a simple and enthusiastic neighbor, life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?