What is a rhyme poem? The formation and development of hexagonal poetry? Features of hexagonal poetry The rhyme of hexagonal poetry? Some famous hexagonal poems?
1. What is hexagonal poetry?
Six-bow poetry is a long-standing folklore genre of the Vietnamese nation. In the Chinese sense, “lu” is six and “eight” is eight. It is also from this explanation that can understand the basic hexagonal poem consisting of a six-syllable and an eight-syllable sentence and rhyming with each other. And so on, creating a hexagonal poem made up of pairs of hexagons and a poem with an unlimited number of verses.
2. The formation and development of hexagonal poetry:
In terms of the origin and development process of hexagonal poetry, there are two main research directions:
Regarding the first research direction, Nguyen Dong Chi thinks that the six bowls may appear between “40 and 43 AD”. Mr. Nguyen Van Hoan considers the origin of the six bowls to date back to the late 15th century, not knowing what documents to rely on. But Hoa Bang suggested that the time when the six bowls appeared was around the 11th century. Besides, Pham The Ngu said that the six bowls appeared in the Tran dynasty. However, according to this research direction, the most certain data about the time of appearance of the hexagonal poetry is still the basis of Ms. Phan Diem Phuong, who believes that the hexagonal lines are mixed with seven words in the work “Thinking for you”. eight borders on the prize of singing a dao” by author Le Duc Mao before 1504 is the source of the hexagonal poetry.
Regarding the second research direction, in the opinion of the majority of Vietnamese people, the hexagonal verse is a purely Vietnamese form of poetry, originating from the Kinh people. Over time, from the form of folk oral tradition to the creation of writers, the hexagonal verse has many important changes. To talk about the hexagonal form of poetry, the great poet Nguyen Du is the one who laid the foundation for this poem. Researcher Phung Quynh in the article “A few initial remarks on the form of Muong poetry” has raised the case that he considers the Muong hexagon. That’s the sentence: “The bird is used to taking a step back / Sacrificing the bird with a clear tongue.”
Through the ages, from being only oral literature of folk to the compositions of writers and poets, hexagonal poetry has had many important changes. Among them is the overcoming of the liberalization of folk compositions. The poems are more rigorous about rhyming, pacing… And Nguyen Du is the one who laid the foundation for literary hexagonal poetry.
According to researcher Phan Diem Phuong, the development process of hexagonal poetry is divided into three main stages. In the first period, late 16th-early 17th century, the six bowls were still somewhat loose and loose. This is expressed mainly through two elements rhyme and tone. The second phase from the beginning of the 18th century with works such as “The Tale of the Twin Stars”, “Flower of the Fairy Tales”, “The Refurbished Profile”… the hexagonal body has identified an exemplary hexagonal pattern. That struggle can be noted from two signs, which are also related to rhyme and rhythm. In the third phase after “Truyen Kieu”, the Luc Bat completed the standard model of the genre, building a complete system of rules as we will see later.
3. Characteristics of hexagonal poetry:
Characteristics of the number of sentences, the number of voices of the hexagonal poem:
From the concept of the hexagonal verse, the hexagonal verse is made up of pairs of hexagonal sentences, so the number of verses is unlimited, but at the end it must stop at the eight-hour tree. As for the number of languages, there are strict regulations, sentence 6 is 6 hours, sentence 8 is 8 hours.
About rhyming: This is a prominent feature, so it will be separated in part 4.
About rhythm and counter:
– Rhythm: flexible pauses: the green sentence is usually 2/4 time; Beat 3/3, beat 2/2/2. The bowl sentence can break 4/4 time.
– For: The hexagonal poem does not necessarily have to use the opposite. But poets can use subjunctive in pairs or verses.
About tone: The tone of the hexagonal verse has an alternating symmetry B – T – B in the 2, 4, and 6 sounds in the verse, contrasting the low and high tones in the 6th and 8th syllables. If the sixth is an unaccented bar, also known as a suitable bar, the eighth letter must belong to the bar of bass and peace.
4. The rhyme of hexagonal poetry:
The hexagonal verse has a rhyming method as follows: Poetry 6 – 8 also has strict rules on rhyming: rhyme is in the 6th syllable of the 2 lines and between the 8th syllable of the octet line and the 6th syllable of the line. green.
– Equal rhymes: are rhymes with hypotenuse and horizontal bar (no accents).
– Rhymes: are rhymes with the remaining marks: sharp, question, heavy, fall
– Foot rhyme: rhyme in the 6th language and the 8th language in the eight sentences.
– Love rhyme: is the rhyme at the end of the hexagonal verse with the 6th syllable.
5. Some famous hexagonal poems:
Poem: Mother is everything
Mother is the autumn wind
Give me a cool lullaby
Mother is the moonlit night
Light the way to show me the way to the dream pier
Mom is always looking forward to waiting
Let me achieve with my body
Mother often caress and cares
You only teach me when I’m wrong
Mother is a ray of sunshine
Warm your baby up on a long, icy night
How happy is my heart?
Mom is always by my side…the hard work goes away
Mom, I don’t want anything
I just wish I had a Mom, everything will be over
What’s better than having Mom and Dad
Deep blood and guts love
Give me sugary milk
Mother is the gentle sunlight
Drive away the dark night
Bring spring to whisper beside you.
Author: Tomb of Kim Thanh
Poem: Princess
Parents’ gratitude is like the sea and sky
How to measure the middle of life?
Raising children is hard every day
Early in the morning, plowing the fields deeply
At the end of July afternoon, it rains
Wet body parents do not care anything.
Money and material wealth
Silver, gold, brocade, and silk are rarely compared
Father and mother forever thank you
In our hearts is always a great multiplicity.
Live how? Think how?
For tomorrow without heartache
A peaceful and leisurely life
Full filial piety, white in the soul.
How do you live, don’t be restless
Not troubled by clear wisdom
It’s easy to be human
Integrity is pure and pure love.
Taoists we keep to ourselves
Gratitude for fostering life is deeply penetrating
Early at night please pray
May your parents have peace of mind!
Author: Tu Yen
Poem: My Mother
A person who worked hard and hurt
Early in the morning, work to raise children to become human
That’s my mom’s picture
Love is as vast as the sky
My mother’s skin is already dark
Hands with ruffles are silver
So early in the afternoon
At noon, the sun is still shining in the fields
Let me carry a bowl of rice full of rice
A flexible aromatic bitter seeds want to share
I love you so much mom!
Mom is my whole life.
Author: Le Trong Tuyen
Poem: Viet Bac – To Huu
– When I come back, do you remember me?
Fifteen years are passionate and passionate.
I’m back, do you remember?
Looking at the tree remembers the mountain, looking at the river remembers the source?
Whose voice is earnest in the alcohol
Frustrated in my stomach, restlessly walking
Indigo brings the separation session
We held each other’s hand, did not know what to say…
– I’m leaving, do you remember the days?
Rain streams flood, clouds with fog?
I’m back, do you miss the war zone?
Piece of rice dipped in salt, heavy feud?
I’m back, who do you miss in the mountains?
Filled with apricots to fall, apricots to grow old.
I’m going, do you miss the homes?
Blurry wipes gray, full of lipstick
I’m back, I still remember the mountains
I remember when I was against the Japanese, when I was still in the Viet Minh
I’m leaving, do you miss me
Tan Trao, Hong Thai, the roof of the banyan tree house?
– Me and me, me and me
Our hearts are salty before and after
I’m gone, I miss me again
How much water is the source of so much love…
What do you remember like remembering your lover?
The moon is on the top of the mountain, the sun is in the afternoon
Remember each version of smoke and dew
Early late at night, the fire of the beloved returned home.
Remember each bamboo forest
Ngoi Thia, Day river, Le stream are full.
I go, I miss the days
I’m here and there, bitter and sweet…
Love each other, divide the cassava roots back
Sharing half bowl of rice, covered with blankets sui.
Missing the mother with a burning sun
Babies strapped on the field, breaking each cob.
Remember the class i sheet
Late at night, the torch lights up the party hours
Remember the date of the agency?
Life still chanted the arduous mountain passes.
Remember the sound of the forest muzzle in the afternoon
At night, the mortar and pestle are evenly distributed…
I’m back, do you miss me
I about, I remember the flowers to him.
Green forest, bright red banana flowers
High Pass waist tuck knife sun light.
Spring day dreams white bloom forest
Remember the person who knits the hat and sharpens each yarn.
Cicadas call the forest to pour gold
Miss my sister picking bamboo shoots alone
Autumn forest moon shines peace
Remember who sings the song of faithful love.
Remember when the enemy came to the enemy
Forests, mountains, we fight the West.
Mountains spread thick iron ramparts
The forest covers the army, the forest surrounds the enemy
Immense four faces of fog
Heaven and earth, our whole war zone is one heart.
who come who remember?
When we return, we will miss Phu Thong and Giang pass.
Miss Lo river, miss Rang street
Remember from Cao – Lang, remember to Nhi Ha…
My North Vietnamese roads
The night rumbles like the earth shakes
Troops go spy on the same thing
Starlight at the top of the gun, you and your hat.
Citizens red torches in groups
Footsteps crushed stone, thousands of sparks fly.
Thousand nights of deep fog
The headlights are on like tomorrow.
Good news of victory over a hundred domains
Hoa Binh, Northwest, Dien Bien are happy to return
Happy from Dong Thap, An Khe
Cheer up Viet Bac, De pass, Red mountain.
who come who remember?
The crimson flag in the wind hung the cave door.
The noon sun is brilliant with golden stars
Central and Government discuss public affairs
Deploying the autumn-winter campaign
The countryside launched, traffic opened the way
Keep dike, prevent deadlines, collect salary
Send the reverse domain knife, add the area fields…
Where is the enemy’s gloom?
Looking up at Viet Bac: Uncle Ho shines bright
Where pain to race
Looking back to Viet Bac but raising lice.
Those fifteen years, who forgot
The revolutionary homeland created the Republic
When I come back, I miss you
Roof of Hong Thai communal house, Tan Trao banyan tree.
– Water drifts, water has returned to the source
Clouds go clouds with the same mountains back?
I’m back, I’ll send it home
Brown buffalo dream boat with apricot raft
This brown dyes clothes without fading
For the heart to be more bold, for someone to remember me.
Buffalo returns, green again Thai Binh
Noodles tightly tied the reverse relationship.
– The water flows, the stream bed does not flow
Clouds go clouds still remember coming back to the mountains
The stone is worn but the stomach is not worn
Indigo brown more dark, lipstick does not smudge.
I will send it to my hometown tomorrow
Young water is always me and myself.
Thai Binh is green again
The side of the house is warm, the roof is happy…
– I’m going to a distant city
The house is high, can you still see the mountains?
East street, remember the village
Light on, remember the moon in the middle of the forest?
I’ll go, I’ll ask around
When will Viet Bac be more jubilant?
– The way back, here and there, close by!
Today I left the village and returned to the city
The house is tall, not hidden from the green
The street is crowded, the more you urge your feet to walk quickly.
Going back to the village tomorrow
The old forest and the old mountains love back.
Busy tomorrow
Up and down the train runs, the four nets spread.
Phan Me Coal, Cao Bang tin
Streets are like mushrooms like bamboo shoots in the sky.
New bright red tile roof
Happy market hundreds of ways to open the flow of goods
Thai Binh salt upside down Ha Giang
Plowing and harrowing Dong Xuat, sugar cane in Thanh province.
Who comes to buy a vase of Huong Canh?
Who’s up, I’ll send it to you and her
Nga Son mat, Bat Trang bricks
Nam Dinh silk fabric, Ha Dong silk fabric
My shirt is embroidered with pink thread
Spring festival is more fresh
Still young, still water, still sky
The healthier Uncle Ho, the happier life is!
– I went back to Uncle on the way down
Dear Viet Bac, I can’t stop missing you
Remember Grandpa with bright eyes
Brown shirt with cloth bag, beautiful and fresh!
Remembering you in the morning dew
Leisurely saddle on the stream stream
Remember His feet walking up the pass
He walks, the mountains and forests follow his shadow…
– My heart is eternally grateful to the Party
Upside down, face a parallel word.
Thousands of years ago, young water Hong
And here, thank the Party for a long line
Thousand years of water in the future
Eternal gratitude to the Party is deeper and more intense.
Hand in hand, sing happily together
The next day, let’s sing together with the capital.
