Each language is connected to a culture and leads to a common memory. Culture has its own genes and is sealed in a unique language as a carrier and symbol.
The people of each language, in the river of their mother tongue, swim, pitch, indulge, chant, create a splendid culture, and spread through translation, become the common spiritual wealth of people who speak different languages.
Loving the mother tongue and loving the voice on the tip of the mother's tongue should be regarded as a person's duty and the basic point of his ethics. He can go to the sky high and wide, but his mother tongue is his starting point, the constant origin on the axis of life where he continues to stretch forward.
My boyhood partner came back from the other side of the ocean to visit his relatives. I haven't seen him for many years, so I talked for a long time. He went to the United States in the mid-1980s after graduating from Fudan University, and over the past three decades, his fluency in English has not been below that of his mother tongue. We talked about all kinds of situations in our hometown, especially the dialect of our hometown, and fixed it on this topic for a long time. After that, the two of them simply began to talk in their native dialect. After all, I don't speak many dialects these days, and when I feel rusty and hesitant about individual words in a chat, I switch to Putonghua, and the other person habitually comes up with one or two sentences of English.
If an outsider had been present at that time, it would have been rather strange.
My hometown is in the plain of southeastern Hebei, and there are many vivid places in the dialects. For example, the word for time is called noon, the morning is the morning, the afternoon is the afternoon, and the evening is called blackening. When I went to so-and-so's house, I said I wouldn't stay long. I left soon, as if I was just looking at someone's door. It is boring to feel uncomfortable about something. To say that a person is reckless, unpleasant, unreliable, exaggerated or unhelpful is nonsense, and it is impossible to do things without a clue. There are still some pronunciation, it is difficult to find the corresponding words, let's not talk about it for the time being.
It was thought that many dialects had been forgotten without being used for so many years, but they were clearly resurrected at this time. In a trance, I even remembered the specific situation when I heard these words, and the appearance of the speaker appeared in front of my eyes. The word was first spoken by a grandmother who had been dead for decades; that sentence came from an octogenarian aunt; that phrase came from a stubborn, lonely old man in the village
The friend sighed that it was really enjoyable. I spoke more local dialects tonight than in the past many years.
Because of this topic, it naturally reminds me of an occasion a long time ago. In a short training course, students from different provinces describe a certain action, emotion and state in the dialect of their hometown. The softness and softness of the Wu-Yue dialect, the humorous affinity of the Northeast dialect, the quaint elegance and sincerity of the Shaanxi dialect, the tough and domineering Hubei dialect, the open-minded banter audience and performers of the Bashu dialect were amused with joy, and there were waves of laughter.
It was a rare experience. Language is usually used as a tool of thinking, depicting specific objects, such as people, events and landscapes, as well as expressing ideas and views about the world and life, but seldom as the goal of being looked at and analyzed. But as soon as language becomes a target, you will find that it contains such rich beauty and strange charm.
Just like a pair of human eyes, it is usually used to discover the beauty of all things in the outside world, but when it itself becomes the object of artistic description, it has also achieved many masterpieces. Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa and Luo Zhongzhong's Father are inseparable from the excellent description of the eyes for their extraordinary charm and profound connotation. The former, in the mysterious smile, seems to have some vague mockery and ambiguous expectations, pointing to what kind of life riddle; the latter, on the face severely carved by the years and frost, behind the sad and confused eyes, what kind of humble supplication is hidden?
Where the light shines, things are bright and vivid.
Language, which is the light beam projected to life, has complicated and swaying spectra and wavelengths.
The naming of language is as rich and varied as the language itself.
French philosopher Sartre once compared language to tentacles and glasses. With it, we touch things, observe life, and build a real and solid relationship with existence. The world appears in the language, as if the day comes in the morning light, as if the storm accumulates in the clouds, as if a drop of ink slowly opened on the rice paper and turned into a tadpole, a petal and a stone.
Of course, language is first of all for expression and communication, but on top of the function of this kind of tool, there is a different kind of self-sufficient, rich, broad and subtle beauty.
It takes conditions to deeply feel and accurately appreciate this beauty. Infiltrate deeply in a language for a long time before you are qualified to enter it and feel its subtleties and mysteries, the fluctuations of light and color on those feathers, and the general charm of glaze on celadon.
And almost only our mother tongue, the language in which we have kissed since we learned to speak, has promised us to do so.
With regard to the mother tongue, there is a saying in English that has the most emotional temperature and is most accurate to the essence: mother tongue, literal translation is the mother's tongue. The sound from my mother's tongue is the first sound that life can hear temporarily, infiltrating the sound of love. What a profound and moving poem! In the call, singing and reading of our mother tongue, we open our eyes, see all things, understand life, and know life.
As a condensed and refined language, poetry is the ultimate of language. It can be used as a yardstick to measure a person's familiarity with and understanding of a language. Watching him rise from a tall building, entertain guests, and see his building collapse, he is talking about the vicissitudes of life and the impermanence of life. Now I know what it's like to worry, and I want to talk about it. If you want to talk, you can rest. But the sky is cool for a good autumn, saying that the mood is flowing, yesterday is far away. Without history and culture as the foundation, and without life experience as the groundwork, it is difficult to deeply feel and understand the sadness and sadness, helplessness and confusion. They are easy to understand and difficult to put into words.
For native speakers, he often encounters a barrier there. I know a Frenchman who speaks fluent Chinese and always feels good about himself, but once realized his lack. It was listening to a crosstalk in which the teasing party teased the fan, saying that his wife's name was Pan Jinlian. He couldn't understand why a name caused a lot of laughter. He had heard of Jin Ping Mei, a literary masterpiece in ancient China, but he had not read it.
The circulating jokes of mobile phone messages, the so-called CET-6 questions for foreigners, make people laugh: the reason to become an older unmarried girl, first like a person, and then like a person. What's the difference before and after? Whether it is apocryphal or not, it is true that the meaning of the exact same sentence is quite different. The discovery of this difference, from sentence reading, rhythm to obtain detailed understanding, what is needed is the imperceptible influence of culture.