Legend has it that when Qu Yuan was a teenager, he studied in Leping at the foot of the mountain. Every day, he always waits for the cattle and sheep to get off the pheasant and get into the cage before going home. His family and neighbors are very worried about him: what if you meet a savage woman on the road? What if I fall into the stream? Therefore, Qu Yuan's mother often asks her sister to meet him in the library.
One day, it was getting dark, and my sister called her brother's name and ran to Lepingli in Lin Mang. Just ask the teacher to know that Qu Yuan was the first one to leave the study after reciting the evening book.
She went home again, but Qu Yuan hasn't come back yet. My mother was so anxious that she went to the stream and the back hill with several neighbors to find Qu Yuan.
The birds returned to their nests, and it was completely dark. My mother and neighbors came home in fear, only to find Qu Yuan sitting upright in his room, reading by candlelight.
Everyone was happy and surprised, so they asked him where he went after school. Qu Yuan just grinned and refused to tell his "secret".
The next afternoon, my sister went to Lepingli's study with curiosity before going to school. When Qu Yuan finished his evening book and went home with a small rattan bag, she quietly followed him with a rope. The path twists and turns, and out of the Woods, it is a stream. I saw the figure of Qu Yuan flash by the stream and then disappear.
My sister couldn't see clearly through the trees and thought my brother had crossed the stream and gone home. She hurried home in three steps and heard her mother say that Qu Yuan had not come back. My sister was so surprised that she had to go back to Qu Yuan. ...
Where did Qu Yuan go? It turned out that he was carrying a small rattan bag and got into a natural cave by the stream. Although the cave is not big, it is another world inside, and the scene is quite unique. The cave wall seems to be engraved with relief patterns, flowers, birds, grass and insects in different shapes. The stalactites hanging from the ceiling are like Bai Lianhua hanging upside down, crystal clear and clean, really beautiful. Magmatic water falls like morning dew along the petals of a white lotus, ding-dong ding-dong, better than falling on a jade plate. The cave is quiet and cool, which is really a good place to study.
Qu Yuan came here, set up a stone table and bench, took out "wild books" such as Witchcraft, Mourning, Broken Tail Tiger and Little Foot God that were not allowed to be read in the study, and recited them in a low voice. He hummed and gradually began to read aloud involuntarily. He thinks these wild books are much more vivid and interesting than the ancient classics taught by the teacher. Not only is it rich and interesting, but it is also catchy and beautiful to read. He read with relish. The sound of dripping water in the cave: Ding-dong, the sound of reading with him echoed in the cave, as rhythmic as the sound of a piano. Watch and watch, I don't know how long it will be. Qu Yuan put his chin in his hands and closed his eyes wearily. ...
In a trance, Qu Yuan heard light footsteps. Looking up, I saw a beautiful girl coming out of the gap in the cave wall. She came to Qu Yuan in colorful skirts, danced with long sleeves and saluted him, then held out a thick stack of simple raiders and knelt down to give them to him.
When Qu Yuan looked carefully, it turned out to be a heavenly book given to him by the gods. He knows that his knowledge is still very shallow, and it would be very popular if he could get the help of a fairy and get familiar with the knowledge between heaven and earth. He looked down at the wild book in his hand: tattered, missing a few pages, and then at the book presented by the fairy aunt: silver wire and gold foil, dazzling. He quickly thanked the goddess and took the gobbledygook. That's the "ChuSheng" he can't wait. Fishing songs, Qiaolang ballads, Silkworm Flower Songs, Grains Tune, Jiro, Yue People Songs, etc. It's all Chu songs.
Qu Yuan wondered to himself, "Why is this kind of fireworks known to everyone in heaven and engraved with letters?" He was very excited and went to visit the fairy again. He respectfully asked, "Who can I ask for a good poem?" Please give us your advice! "Say that finish, I looked down, waiting for the fairy's advice. After a while, there was still silence. He looked up and saw that the fairy in front of him was gone, and the gobbledygook in his hand was gone, but he heard the voice of the fairy in the air: "True poetry is among the people! "
Qu Yuan rubbed his eyes. It turned out to be a beautiful dream. But the fairy's words, "true poetry is among the people", were deeply recorded in Qu Yuan's heart.
"True poetry is among the people!" A silvery voice reached Qu Yuan's ears, confusing him: Are you still dreaming? Is the fairy still there? He hurried back, it turned out that his sister was looking for him.
My sister learned to say this sentence when she saw her brother sleeping in the ruins, holding a bamboo slip in his hand and twittering in his sleep, which made Qu Yuan fully awake from the mist. While blaming my brother, my sister helped him pack his rattan bag and pulled him out of the cave. At the entrance of the cave, fairy mountain heard tinkling logging and mountain singing.
Qu Yuan pleaded, "Good sister, let's listen here!" My sister accompanied my brother to the river, and they sat on a rock and listened quietly:
Go up the mountain to cut wood,
Cut down python village;
Pythons are not afraid to hit with sticks,
Brother Qiao is not afraid of tigers or wolves.
Go up the mountain to cut wood,
Knives sharpen quickly;
If you want to cut it, you have to cut the top.
Don't throw the knife on the slope!
Go up the mountain to cut wood,
I don't love fir trees and willow trees;
If you want to cut, you have to cut sandalwood.
It is wood in the mountains.
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Qu Yuan listened to this melodious, novel and moving woodcutter's song, and it was like drinking a cup of honey in his heart. My Sweetie moistens things silently: "This is really' real folk poetry'." He begged his sister to say, "Good sister, go home first. I will go home right away. " My sister finally found Qu Yuan, but at the sight of his silly listening to music, it seemed that she couldn't stop him. Moreover, my sister also liked my brother's stupidity, so she said a few words to him and went back alone.
Qu Yuan sat contentedly by the river, listening to the woodcutter's song on the mountain and recording it. Come to think of it, I went back to the cave to sort out the chanting and got home very late.
Endless water and endless songs. In this way, Qu Yuan often went to woodcutter, hunter, fisherman, silkworm girl, wizard and temple, collected folk songs from them, and recorded, sorted out and recited them in caves by the stream.
Sweat makes flowers, and diligence makes genius. Qu Yuan absorbed a great deal of nutrition from folk literature, and created Sao-style poems with far-reaching influence on later literature, becoming the first great poet in China history.
In order to commemorate Qu Yuan's spirit of studying hard and studying hard when he was a child, the villagers named the cave by the stream "Reading Cave".
Strange to say, for thousands of years, the villagers in Zigui, San Lv have had such a feeling: on a bright moonlit night, they heard the sound of reading coming from the reading cave; This kind of voice is sometimes hidden, sometimes high and sometimes low. More moving than singing, more beautiful than playing the piano. It is said that Qu Yuan studied hard in the reading cave at night.