In A.D. 1 197, 43-year-old Jiang Kui had no job and lived in exile, selling characters and helping friends. During the Spring Festival that year, he wrote several "Partridge Days" one after another, which made the story of teenagers old and interesting and paid a lot of lyrics and songs.
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Poetry is another spring for no reason.
Gutian Ding Siyuan Day
Cypress, green pepper and red pepper, everything is new, and people celebrate the New Year through the fence.
Three bells move to the west window to dawn, and poetry is another spring for no reason.
Be careless with the guests and open the door slowly. Plum blossoms are fragrant with old age.
Joule learned to write characters, while Lei Yu and Shen Tu wrote unreal characters.
At first, partridges refer to birds, and they often sing "Don't walk with your brother", so they are often used in poetry to hurt your parting. Qin Shihuang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "Spring outing is stuffed with chickens and deer, and home is in the partridge sky", hence the name "partridge sky".
As the name of a musical tune, its tune gives people the feeling that Jiang Kui described it like this: "In addition to today's great music, there is also a summer flute partridge, which is dull and depressing, but too turbid." (History of the Song Dynasty: A Record of Music) After the Song Dynasty, partridges mostly referred to the tunes of sheng and flute. Ma Su's poem: "Spring returns to the alfalfa field, and the flute complains about the partridge sky", which refers to the tune of words.
This word was written on the first day of New Year's Day. When Jiang Kui lived in Hangzhou, several boxes were filled with pepper and cypress wine. Cellar liquor and Tu Su liquor are both essential drinks for Chinese New Year. Tu Su liquor originated in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which has a health care function in traditional Chinese medicine, while cellar liquor originated in the early Han Dynasty. According to Dong's "Four-person Moon Order", pepper wine is brewed with pepper seeds and has a strong aroma, while cypress wine is brewed with cypress leaves, which can be exempted.
In the face of pepper and cypress wine, the poet saw that after hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance, the original meaning and functional significance of cultural customs have faded. For example, now that we set off firecrackers in the New Year, the picture is even more "new". The green of cypress leaves and the red of pepper, these things themselves, as well as their lovely and affectionate colors, condense what the poet sees as "everything is new"
Look outside the bamboo fence, someone is covered with night and carrying a lantern. A figure, a dream lamp, walked through the bamboo fence. Life is not all happiness, nor all pain, life is just a moment. Poets exist not for complaining and complaining, but also for aesthetics, just like everyone exists. A poet is someone who sees and speaks beauty for us.
Pepper and cypress wine, bamboo fences, lanterns and Chinese New Year people constitute the picture of that moment. This day has no natural meaning, but we give it meaning and, more importantly, our own existence. No matter how poor the family is, they stick brand-new Spring Festival couplets on their doors, hang red lanterns and have people come to pay New Year greetings. This family also has dignity in the world and will grow spiritually.
"Three-hair clock moves the west window to dawn", three-hair clock moves seven Baoshan, the day breaks and the New Year comes. Nowadays, it is often said that the New Year's Eve dinner is just a statement. There is no line between today and yesterday, and today is not necessarily before yesterday. People's sense of time is never linear, sometimes it is linear, sometimes it is folded, sometimes it is staggered, and many times it seems to be in parallel time and space. The bell doesn't mean New Year's Eve either, but I heard it does.
As a poet, he can not only experience and recognize the world, but also observe and reflect on the world, and express his life feelings at a specific moment. "Poetry is like mushrooms after rain", which is very reasonable and interesting. What makes me old? The poet is meditating. People are not getting old by themselves, they are getting old by themselves. This is "unprovoked". At a certain age, you will find that the world is upside down, and many active voices you once thought have become passive voices. The word "poem temple" has the poet's recognition of his own identity, and also touches on the strangeness of old age and the ruthlessness of time.
"Being careless with guests, opening the door slowly, plum blossoms grow old", lazy and isolated. Forty-three years old is still young today, but he is old in his forties. What's more, it has always been a popular aesthetic for ancient poets to sigh and be modest. According to historical records, Jiang Baishi's physical appearance, in addition to poetry, is also proficient in melody, and he often sings his own songs. His words are ethereal, like wild clouds flying alone, leaving no trace. On New Year's Day, it's even more relaxing to thank the guests behind closed doors and eat some plums at leisure.
In the last two sentences, Joule learned to write the name of the keeper, "Shen Tu" and "Lei Yu", because there are too many strokes in traditional Chinese characters, it is easy to make mistakes. The poet looked at the innocence of the child and his heart was full of pity. The classical name Joule itself is full of the poet's love for children, which Du Fu often wrote in his poems. Real poets have a sentimental heart, and seeing everything in the world with this heart will be full of compassion. Learning to write is a necessary condition for Joule's growth and the beginning of his troubles.
Shangtong Yuan's "Year of Korea"
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Juvenile affairs are always sad.
On the eleventh day of the first month, partridges watch the lights.
When enjoying the scenery in the alley, the cage yarn didn't hiss first
There is no temple in the white head, only the little girl on the shoulder.
Lanterns filled the city, and the moonlight shone on Jude. Joy in youth, sadness in old age.
When I came to the bustling Shahetang, the climate in early spring was a little cold, and people watching thousands of lights slowly walked home.
According to the careful "Old Stories of Wulin" at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, before Yuanxi in Lin 'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, there were often things like trying lights and previewing them. On the tenth day of the first month, I began to test the lights, and I wrote words on the eleventh day of the first month.
If the word "the first day of the first month" is a faint melancholy, it will turn into a lonely shadow in this song.
Watching the lights, the alley is full of happy people. People with lofty ideals also mixed in. Before the parade of lanterns appeared, I heard the deafening Ma Si. The prince and grandson came, and the crowd immediately made way.
Such a luxurious style, in contrast, the onlookers are dark and shabby as dust. However, the poet claimed to be bald and had no followers, only his little daughter sat on his shoulder. There is an allusion here. Huang Tingjian, a poet in the Song Dynasty, once told such a story in Liu Chenyin's Stone Preface':
There is a knife fitter in Chenliu City who lives alone with his seven-year-old daughter. If he wants to get drunk every day, he will play the flute and take his daughter home.
Baishi used this allusion to imply that he is also willing to stay poor and be a first-class figure in the city.
Lanterns filled the streets, moonlight invaded people's clothes, and memories suddenly emerged unsuspecting. Twenty years ago, it was also such a lantern market and such a moonlight. "Youth is always sad", it will be a lifelong regret to break up in a hurry and never meet again. Moonlight lantern beckons, evokes the past, wears the past and smiles the past.
The cold wind blew on my face and dispersed that night. On Shahetang, the tourists enjoying the lanterns are smiling and drifting away. The poet walked slowly behind, and his daughter probably fell asleep on her shoulder. There was silence and darkness in the field, and only footsteps hung with him. This scene is very similar to the artistic conception in Japanese poet Ishikawa Haiku:
Asakusa's lively night market,
Mixed in,
Lonely hearts are mixed up again.
Ding Taiping Spring Map (partial)
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Don't be sad for long.
The partridge in the sky will never come out.
Recalling yesterday's street preview, laughing without teaching.
It's time to enjoy the night, but I'm afraid of the cold spring.
The curtain is silent and the moon is low. Old love is only crimson.
After the dark night, I lay down and listened to the laughter of my neighbors.
On the evening of January, the most beautiful Lantern Festival night, Jiang Kui was afraid to go out. The title says, "Yuan won't come out", which shows his great determination.
"Remembering yesterday's street rehearsal" refers to the rehearsal lantern on the 11th of the month. At that time, "Xiao didn't teach me" was still young, and the lantern market was not fully open. Now, it's time to enjoy the trip. On the Lantern Festival, the lantern festival in Lin 'an is very prosperous. There are no people living in the alley, and the whole city is carnival. I think I should go out, but he is "afraid of cold spring." The cold in spring is a fact, and the reason for fear is that I am not in the mood.
"The curtain is silent and the moon is low", and the curtain moon is also lonely for him. I didn't go to see the lamp, but I still didn't escape the pain of lovesickness. Memories are back. At that time, we enjoyed the lanterns together and wrote crimson characters for the Lantern Festival. The crimson capital refers to the residence, and the crimson capital ci is a love poem that refers to one's meeting with a woman.
Thinking about the past alone, I didn't realize that after midnight, the lights would go out and the laughter of the neighbor girl came from outside. Hefei lovers are safe now? She may have been married long ago and had several children, just like others.
However, in the poet's thoughts and words, she will never grow old.
Gu Tianyuan Xi has a dream.
Fertilizer and water keep flowing to the east. I didn't plant acacia at the beginning.
The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.
Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world is not sad for a long time.
I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
A few days after he disappeared, on the night of Yuanxi, Jiang Kui met his old lover in his dream.
"I didn't see her in my dream." In the dream, she is faintly visible, not as real as what is seen in the portrait, but more hateful. Only had a short dream, and she was suddenly awakened by a mountain bird.
Seven years before writing these words, Jiang Kui had been to Hefei twice, but he didn't mention seeing her again in his poems. After leaving Hefei in his twenties, he married Xiao Dezao's niece, who appreciated his poet at that time and was then a member of the Hubei Senate. Later, Fan Chengda, a poet, gave him Xiaohong, a geisha, because he appreciated Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow, both of which were arranged and written by himself. When Jiang Kui bid farewell to Fan Chengda and took Xiaohong back to Huzhou by boat, he wrote a poem "Crossing the Rainbow" on the way: "The rhyme of self-made new words is the most charming, and Xiaohong sang me in a low voice. At the end of the Song Dynasty, I crossed Songling Road and looked back at Yanbo Fourteenth Bridge. "
It can't be said that he only loves one person in his life, perhaps because the love in Hefei is unforgettable, perhaps because they have an unfinished relationship, and Jiang Kui has never forgotten that lover. His thoughts gushed like fat water. If memories are sweet and independent, they can become a kind of spiritual wealth; If you regret it and can't forget it, it is bitter wine.
Zhang Zao, a modern poet, wrote: "As long as you think of things you regret in your life, plum blossoms will fall." In Jiang Kui's mind, plum blossoms fall again and again, and people get old early. "Spring is not green, and it is first."
"The world can't be sad for a long time", the vast years, the dust of the past is like a dream, not sad, but want to be sad without tears, want to be sad and powerless. At first, I thought I could get it back, but after a long time, no one could get it back, leaving only an empty place, and then I wouldn't be sad. If you don't become sad, it is biting sadness.
The infatuated poet still believes that at the age of red-violet night, that person must be the same as himself, a kind of acacia, and they can only know each other if they are thoughtful.
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