Story 29 in the poem, "A Thousand Autumn Years"
If Li Yu's words are mainly white descriptions, they push the words to the peak. In the Song Dynasty, there was another person who brought "shadow" into the ancient word and brought the subtlety to the victory. This person is Zhang Xian, who calls himself "Zhang Sanying".
Chinese culture is different from the culture of other countries, and the beauty of Chinese poetry lies in its charm and subtlety, which makes people feel endlessly evocative. And the only one who can write implicitly fascinating is probably this Zhang Xian.
This Zhang Xian has lived in a rich life all his life, and he is also a talented man, so most of his poems are written about love and love. Legend has it that when he was young, he fell in love with a little nun. But the old nun in the nunnery was very strict, and after knowing that this guy did not have good intentions, he locked the little nun upstairs on a small island. This guy poured well, three times a day in the middle of the night, sneakily rowing past, and then the little nun put down the ladder, and he ran to go on a date with someone.
The paper must not be able to cover the fire, and soon after it was discovered, the two were forced to break up, and this talented man was so distressed that he did not think about it, and filled in a song "A Bunch of Flowers". Since then, let the whole world know the ugly thing that this guy went to the little nun of the family.
This is not the end, he has too much debt to use the car to pull. Even if you have to borrow money, you still have to eat tender grass when you are old, and it is outrageous to that extent? Eighty years old, take an eighteen-year-old concubine. He was still thick-skinned and smugly said, I am eighty, you are eighteen, you are red and my white hair. We are still the same geng, but there is only one flower nail in the middle (a flower nail is exactly sixty-two years old. ）。 This matter was quipped by Su Dongpo to the oil poem: "Eighteen brides and eighty langs, pale hair and red makeup." Mandarin ducks are lined up in double nights, and a tree of pear blossoms presses begonias. This is the origin of the "a tree of pear blossoms pressing begonias" that we often use to describe "old cows eating tender grass". Become a thousand-year joke for people. What's even more outrageous is that this little concubine gave birth to two men and two girls for him for eight years, which made people look for their jaws in shock.
His flow of wind is a wind flow, but his poetry achievements are not blown, because he became famous very early, and people called him "Zhang Sanzhong" in the words of his "Xingxiangzi" in the future. Maybe he felt that he didn't play a single mahjong, and he could only get three out of four reds, which was a bit of a loss. (Hahaha, it's just a joke, there was no mahjong at all.) He was very dissatisfied, so he said, "Why don't you call me Zhang Sanying", because the words he filled in included "clouds breaking the moon to make flowers and shadows", "curtain pressed roll flower shadows", "countless Yang flowers have no shadow". So people called him "Zhang Sanying".
He implicitly expresses his artistic conception by writing pictures, not writing physical objects, only writing a shadow, which makes people think of dancing and endlessly reminiscent. Express the subtlety to the fullest. The implicit impetus to poetry is unmatched.
There are too many people who read his "shadow", today I come to read another of his classics, "A Thousand Autumn Years"
Thousand autumn years old
Count the birds. And Fonferich. Xi Chun folded the remnant red even more. The rain is light and the wind is stormy, and the plums are green. Yongfeng willow, no one spends all day flying snow.
Don't pluck the strings. The string of resentment can be said. The sky is not old, and the emotions are hard to despair. The heart is like a double silk mesh, with thousands of knots. Night also, the east window is not white condensed moon.
The bird is another name for the cuckoo bird, and the whole word is vernacular: the sound of the cuckoo, and it is telling people that late spring has arrived, and it is the season of hurt spring. Because I cherish spring, I folded down the flowers that had not yet completely withered, hoping to retain a hint of spring. When the plums were green and yellow, they were ruthlessly destroyed by the storm. The willow trees in the garden are blown by the wind in the uninhabited garden, like drifting snow. The whole Shangque carved a sad spring evening scene into a picturesque, very poignant and moving.
Don't pluck the strings of the lute, (this is the same as playing the guitar, the thin string pitch, it is easy to be sad) because the thin strings can express the ultimate resentment. Heaven will not grow old, how can love be broken, amorous heart is like that pair of wire mesh, there are thousands of acacia knots in the middle. Halfway through the night, the dawn had not yet arrived, and the night sky left only a bend of the moon.
Zhang Xian's words are like this, writing the details of the writing situation, and lyrically writing soft intestines. Every time I read his words, I feel that this guy's lovesickness has reached an advanced stage and has not been saved. The damn thing is that knowing that he is terminal acacia, you still can't help but read it again and savor his subtle beauty.