The name of this song is Farewell, which has been sung by thousands of singers on thousands of different occasions. Contemporary singer Pu Shu cried herself to death while singing this song. This song is endowed with too much sadness of parting. Pu Shu once said, "If I coined this word, I would rather die on the spot." He is willing to praise a sentence written by Master Hongyi with his own life, which is a high evaluation of him.
Why has this word been sung for 100 years, and it is still enduring? Through the illusion between the lines, we see the life of the author Li Shutong.
Master Hongyi, commonly known as Li Shutong, was born in 1880. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, his ancestors engaged in salt business and his family opened a bank, so he was extremely rich when he was born. Communicate with people at the top and receive education at the top. Once, his life was very chaotic, and he often wandered around fireworks places. Some celebrities even fell in love with them and taught them to sing. It stands to reason that such rich children should enjoy this life and have no worries about food and clothing. But he's different. /kloc-when he was 0/5 years old, he once wrote a poem called: "Life is like the sun in the western hills, and wealth is like the frost on the grass", which means that each of us' wealth, like the frost on the grass, will soon melt, and each of us' life will eventually fall like the sunset that is about to fall in the western hills. In a vague way, he seems to have bid farewell to his wealth.
Later, the country was in trouble, and the youthful Li Shutong took part in the political reform. I also carved a seal of "Nanhai Kangjun is my teacher" to show my heart.
However, history proved that the political reform was a fiasco, and Li Shutong fled to Shanghai as soon as possible with his mother and family.
Li Shutong, who has nowhere to vent, is addicted to Liuxianghua, making friends, gambling books and splashing ink, and spending a lot of money to appear in Shanghai and perform Peking Opera.
In the play, the joys and sorrows are interpreted, and the absurdity, brilliance and gloom of earthly life are felt outside the play, and a soul seeking a home is hidden under a sentimental skin.
When he was 26 years old, his mother was dying, and he had a very good relationship with her. It can be said that he lives alone. However, when his mother was seriously ill, he went out to choose the most expensive coffin in order to let her rest in peace after her death. Unfortunately, when he went out, her mother finally passed away. At this time, he was not ready to say goodbye to her. When the country is in danger, duckweed can bear to watch the mountains and rivers burn in troubled times. The mother died again, and the son wanted to raise it, but didn't stay. Life is low, but that's all.
It may be that his mother's departure has brought a great blow to his life. He decided to bid farewell to his previous 26 years and go overseas to study in Japan. In recent years, I have been exposed to western music and art, and I have worked as a teacher after returning to China. Feng Zikai, a modern painter in China, is his student. Feng Zikai once said that if Li Shutong had his life to live over, he would become a monk. He has reached the peak in many fields, dazzling is dazzling, not annoying or annoying, but is it out of place? Perhaps mortals can't understand this loneliness. The world is famous, but no one knows my heart after all.
At the age of 39, he had an opportunity to go to Tiger Run Dinghui Temple in Hangzhou and stayed in the temple for 17 days. He seems to have found a way to get along with himself. There was no way to serve the country, and his relatives died. Desperate, he listened to the bells in the temple and decided to become a monk.
At this time, we look back. 19 14 In the winter, a poem "Farewell" by Master Hongyi was snowing heavily. His friend Xu went bankrupt because of funding the pro-democracy movement. I ran outside Li Shutong's yard and shouted at the yard twice: "Uncle, my family is bankrupt, I am disillusioned, I have to go." Then I turned and stumbled away, leaving only a row of deep footprints in the snow. At this time, Li Shutong, who walked out of the yard, saw the backs of his friends and wrote the song "Farewell" which has been sung for a hundred years.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. When will you come here? Don't hesitate to come.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.
The whole word, not a word is not melancholy, not a word. Deeply disappointed, he expressed his inner desolation and loneliness in the most indifferent way and asked his friends to return. I hope you don't wander when you come.
Isn't it? It's wonderful to meet a stranger, but it's only an accidental meeting in the end. Maybe in the future, we will understand the real parting. There is no Guting Road, and I have not advised you to drink more. Only the loss left behind and the "half-acquaintance" we finally realized.
Li Shutong, Master Hongyi, passed away. Half-life romantic half-life empty, no Li Shutong.