先祖们是唱着“关关睢鸠”认识这个世界的。路边的野草,河中的荇菜,哪怕是每天东升西落的太阳,都成了他们的歌。一遍不够,还要反反复复地唱,直把自己的情感融入歌声。于是蒹葭上的白露凝聚着情思,灼灼其华的桃花缩放着爱慕。仿佛这歌可以唱尽万物似的。但又有些情感唱不尽。离别愁苦,思乡怀人,感慨命运,喟叹时世,或相见之欢,还乡重逢,回首一生,赞颂时代,总不能用这反复的句式表达完整。于是又有了诗、词、赋,用语言为音乐 Ancestors who are singing “off off 睢 dove ” know this world. The weeds on the roadside, the vegetables in the river, even the sun rising and falling every day, became their songs. Not enough time, but also to sing repeatedly, straight into their own emotions into the song. So on the grub of white dew condensation of emotion, burning peach zoom with love. As if this song can sing all things like. But there are some emotions to sing. Parting sorrow, homesickness, feeling fate, sigh when the world, or meet each other, return home, look back on the times, can not always use this repetitive sentence to express completeness. So there are poems, words, Fu, with language for music