9208 what is the myth of China 20190720?
The myth of China is in a poem. It was supposed to be the best poem in China. Or the best of its kind in China. The great poet Li Bai once exclaimed when he first read the poem in the Yellow Crane Tower, "I have nothing to say about the beauty of the scenery here, it was all said by Cui Hao." And indeed, no one had written a better poem then Cui Hao.
What had Cui Hao written? Why is it so good? Is it true it's the best poem?
It is all because, the poem carried a myth of China, and the myth is in a form of beauty in the poem.
I shall translate the meaning of the poem here.
The man was left riding a yellow crane
Remain was the empty building of yellow crane
Never returned oh ye crane
For a thousand years, white cloud floats on the empty vain
Sun too bright on the river and Han Yeung trees too vividly clear
Fine grasses on the Island of Parrots were melancholy dear
The sun was set yet I know not where to go here
Floating on the waves a sad mood was near
And of course, it is an excellent poem in its original old Chinese form. The poem had raised an issue and the issue was so strikingly true and pierced into the hearts of those who really cares.
It is a feeling of lost.
But what had been lost?
Is it a guiding spirit that had been here with the Chinese but lost forever?
Who am I? Where did I come from? What am I going to do? Many questions remain unanswered.
The Chinese were left alone empty handed. The ancient spirit has been gone.
It is a kind of a sadness that can never be brushed away, if you have really felt it. It was like the sunny trees. It was so vividly clear to you, that you are lost. You saw the trees and you know it is all true and your fate cannot be revised. It was written and it was painted like the trees on your eye. And they seemed to be living in an island of parrots. Fine people have nothing to say, while the parrots were noisy. The feeling was very clear. Li Bai must had been in the same feeling that he was suddenly dumped and suffocated. He cannot say anything. He closed his mouth and put down his pen.
It was the feeling of an orphan in the contest of old Chinese culture. Modern Chinese culture is not like that, but the old wound had been a feeling never brushed away.
The most important teachings had been lost. What had been left was a few of the ancient stories and broken materials.
There were two losts in Chinese culture. One was natural lost and the other artificial lost. The old Chinese culture was willfully rewritten and replaced by the rulers secretly since Zhou dynasty. Only the works of Confucius was left free. There were no books to read, as said by the author in the Dream of the Red Chamber.
If some people do not agree on the artificial lost of the Chinese culture, they cannot deny the real and natural lost of Chinese culture.
Many of the science and knowledge brought into these days are without source. It seems that the Creator had left but luckily a manual was kept. The Chinese knowledge about the human body was just like a manual from the Creator, or a very wise alien from outer universe. Those who studied Chinese medicine found the Meridian points were so wonderfully designed and constructed, yet no one really knows where did they come from.
If by chance we have a manual of the human body, what about the soul? Do we have a manual about the soul also?
It seems that the real guidance had been left. And he was flown away by a yellow crane.
And my point is that one ought to be happy, if one knows the situation that there is really a lost. If the lost be admitted and confirmed then the lost is not a lost. The missed truth can be recovered or recreated if you are aware of it.
I went to see the Yellow Crane Tower recently. And I had written a poem about it.
It was like this:
Second visit of the building of yellow crane
Loneliness is but emptiness as a feeling
It is more empty like thousand year clouds floating
Parrots are happily noisy while the bird was diminishing
A very bright river highlights the missing
Water flows for a return
Millions of birds, left or right and everywhere flying
Victories are knowing and searching
Celebration, oh my gloden crane, when you are back coming
Re: Chinese version of the poems.
A note by the writer
Staying in China is a happy moment. Especially when I visited the Tower of the Yellow Crane. It seemed you are talking with the old friends, and they are so talkative, you feel lonely no more. Politics are not my interest, I never like to read the political news about HK, though friends are busy updating them for me. Literature and music are a beautiful time. I am never bored with the poems.