The poet Liu Zhu was born in the Northern Song Dynasty, and on the eve of the Jin invasion, he was admitted to the jinshi, and stayed in the north during the Jing Kang's difficulties, was detained by the Jin people, and under the coercion of the Jin people, he stayed in Jin to serve. Liu Zhu was attached to his homeland, because his hometown was "Yuzhao Township" and called himself "Yuzhao Old Man" to show that he did not forget his roots. During his tenure in the Jin Dynasty, he once went on a one-month night rafting trip and wrote a poem called "Moonlit Night Rafting", the original text is as follows:
Ukiyo is like a cloud, and the southern dynasty is a northern courtier.
There is no false day in the post-mail disturbance, and the bureaucracy is old and old.
You can't get tired of looking into the green mountains, and the white herons on the boat are self-kissing.
Raising a glass is even more eager to invite Mingyue, temporarily to Yao Feng as Yimin.
"The floating world is like a cloud, the southern dynasty word guest northern courtier", life in the world is like a cloud leaving the mountain, I was originally a southern lyricist but in the north out of the subject. The poet suffered great changes in his home country, was forced to become an official in the Jin Dynasty, looking back on his life, sorrow came from it, and could not help but sigh, life is like a cloud leaving the mountain, torn into an arbitrary shape by the wind, drifting with the wind to the east, west, south and north, unable to control his own destiny. Now, the poet is like such a cloud, his heart cares for the south, but he stays in the north, to whom can he confide in the sorrow in his heart?
"There is no vain day when the mail is disturbed, and the officials are old but the people", the exchange of documents in the imperial court is disturbed, and there is no time for purity; vulgar Officials of the Jin Dynasty come and go, making people troubled. The poet was forced to leave the army, could not take the slightest interest in official business, and coupled with the exchange of papers, the official duties were heavy, making it rare to be quiet. Moreover, most of the officials in the same dynasty were Jin people, and they also had a strong color of the steppe people, and their rude words and deeds annoyed the poets. On the one hand, it is a heavy official business, on the other hand, it is a vulgar colleague, and in the middle of it, the poet has a sense of suffocation, just wanting to get the quiet of the film.
"I can't get tired of seeing the green mountains, and the egrets on the boat are close to each other", the green mountains that come into view are not tired of seeing, and they unconsciously feel close to the egrets that inhabit the side of the boat. The poet finally got the opportunity to escape temporarily, and on a moonlit night, the boating on the water, the bright moon shone brightly, and the beautiful shadows of the green mountains by the water came into view, making people feel relaxed. At this time, a sleepless egret flew from nowhere, perched on the side of the ship, and looked at the poet as if he were a confidant. The poet stole half a day's leisure, and on this moonlit night, he escaped from the red dust and gained peace of mind.
"Raise a glass more to invite Mingyue, temporarily to Yao Feng as a Yimin", I raised my glass to invite Mingyue to come and drink, temporarily in this Central Plains land to be a reclusive person. The poet was boating on the night of the moon, and he was happy to fly, so he drank to help him, and when he was drunk, he wanted to invite the moon to drink with him and share his happiness with the moon. At this time, the poet forgot his heavy official duties, forgot his vulgar colleagues, and threw the troubles in the red dust out of the clouds of nine clouds, only wishing to be a reclusive person in this Central Plains, caring for grain and vegetables, facing the bright moon, and raising a glass.
For poets, being an official in the Jin Dynasty is unsatisfactory everywhere. Therefore, how he longed to leave everything in front of him and return to the place he loved. But this wish is impossible to fulfill, and the poet can only temporarily raft and drink under the moon, and after dawn, he still has to face everything he hates. For the poet, this is a tragedy. Like a cloud that leaves the mountain and can never return to that mountain, the poet deeply experiences that life is like a floating cloud.