Two beautiful girls, Jiao E, are swinging in the shadow of poplar trees. /Two pairs of jade wrists are pulled back and forth, and four golden lotus flowers are upside down. /red face red face jade crisp shoulder * * * jade crisp shoulder. /Youchun childe fingers whip, a pair of flying outside the cloud nine.
Li Qingzhao also wrote a poem, "Little crimson lips, kicking a swing". For a time, swinging almost became a woman's patent.
Probably after the Tang and Song Dynasties, with the development of urban economy and the emergence of a large number of citizen classes, swinging evolved into a carnival program in the square during the festival. Du Fu said in a poem: "Ten years of cuju will be far away, and Wan Li's swinging customs are the same." Liu Yuxi also said: "The swing is second, and the colored rope is inclined." It can be seen that the custom of swinging is widely spread.
Hui Hong, a monk in the Song Dynasty, also wrote a poem called Swing:
The easel is double-cut, and the beautiful woman plays in front of the small building. /fluttering blood skirts mop the floor and ruin jade. /Flowers report the rain of red apricots, and colored ropes hang poplar smoke obliquely. /I am quiet and quiet, and I suspect that the moon is falling.
From the above poems describing the custom of swinging, we can get a glimpse of the national character of this custom at that time. Maybe people are tired of playing with traditional swings and looking for new tricks, and the swing custom begins to change.
Zheng Banqiao's Swing Kite Poems in Qing Dynasty
In the Qing Dynasty, the magistrate of Weixian County, Zheng Banqiao (now Weifang City, Shandong Province) once wrote a poem describing the joyful scene of "swinging on a swing" and "flying a kite" among the people in March in spring: "Paper flowers fly like snow, and charming girls swing around. The five-color Luo skirt shakes with the wind, bringing butterflies back to spring. " sway
-monk Hui Hong
The easel is double-cut, in front of the small building of the beautiful spring play.
The fluttering blood skirt mopped the floor and ruined the jade.
The flower board moistens the apricot rain, and the colored rope hangs the poplar smoke obliquely.
Come down to the leisure place and stand calmly. People suspect that the moon has fallen on the immortal.