Gong Zizhen was a scholar of the Daoguang dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, who was knowledgeable about the past and the present, and had formed a southern poetry society with Lin Zexu and Wei Yuan, emphasizing the study of the scriptures. Gong Zizhen opposed the feudal autocracy, and his academic ideas went in and out of Confucianism, and his poems often expressed his progressive ideas.
He neither followed Zhang Huiyan's Changzhou school, nor did he rely on Zhu Yizun's Jiangsu and Zhejiang schools, and his style of words was as beautiful as Zhou Bangyan and flying like Xin Renjie. The following introduces a poem by Gong Zizhen, which is well-written and reverberating, and the Talent of the Qing Dynasty is indeed extraordinary.
Xiangyue Tianfeng blows me
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The wind blew me, and the corner of the lake and the mountain fell, and it was indeed beautiful. Once a small guest of East Watson, looking back at the vastness. The name of the dog slaughter, the carving of the dragon scroll, is it a flat business? Su Xiao, a villager, must laugh at me.
Only to see a touch of slanting sun, half a dike of vanilla, suddenly provoked Qing qing. Where to find the dust of the socks, the vagueness is sent to the lonely. Complain about blowing the whistle, crazy talk about the sword, two kinds of soul-destroying taste. Two spring dreams, the sound of the bridge swinging into the clouds.
Mr. Ding'an has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, learning to be rich in five cars, with lofty ambitions but a bumpy career. Although the lyricist was in full swing at that time, he still felt a little confused. The poem was composed in the seventeenth year of Jiaqing, when the author was only 20 years old. In the summer of this year, Gong Zizhen returned to his hometown of Hangzhou after a decade of absence with his newlywed wife, and wrote lyrics when he boated on the West Lake. However, the joy of the new marriage and the joy of playing also diluted the sorrow and troubles in the heart.
The lyricist does not fall behind the previous person at the beginning, starting with the feeling of life. "The heavenly wind blows me, the corner of the lake and the mountain, and it is indeed beautiful", the author said that he was a celestial immortal, the heavenly wind blew him down here, and now he is in the human world, the god is on the surface of the sky, but the beautiful scenery of the West Lake makes him feel relaxed and pleasant, and he never wants to return to the celestial realm.
Next, the lyricist lamented that he was just a weak-crowned teenager living in Beijing, looking back on the past, he often felt desolate and confused. He also wanted to emulate Fan Duo of the Western Han Dynasty and the Huang Old Scholar Yi of the State of Qi during the Warring States period, to obtain the name of slaughtering dogs and pass it on to the world in the carved dragon scroll.
However, the lyricist feels that he needs to have a higher vision, otherwise not only will his father and fellow countrymen laugh at himself, but even if Su Xiaoxiao by the West Lake knows it underground, he will definitely laugh at the lyricist for making a wrong calculation.
When the author wrote this, he gradually fell into a wandering, and he had to clean up his mood and re-express his feelings about swimming in the lake. However, the "slanting sun, half a dike of vanilla" in front of him immediately provoked his clear sorrow, and he did not know where Cao Zhi's "Luo Sock Sound Dust" could be found, which made people feel vague and unable to send it.
However, even if Gong Zizhen had infinite sorrow in his heart, after all, he was still very young, so he then lifted his spirits and forced out a famous sentence, "Complain about blowing the whistle, crazy about the sword, two soul-destroying tastes." "Resentment and madness not only express a kind of helplessness, but also show a kind of resistance, and the writer is unwilling to succumb to the arrangement of fate.
And a sword contains countless pain and excitement, while the mood is contradictory, but at the same time it secretly loses its soul. Finally, the writer said with emotion that these two thoughts were like spring dreams, dissipating between clouds and water with the sound of babbling.
Not far away on the surface of the water, the smoke is light, the light clouds are fluttering, and the layers of light blue float between the clouds and the water are thick or light, and the writer and his lover sit on the boat and sway in the blue waves. Gong Zizhen looked at her long hair like a waterfall, green sideburns like clouds, and countless soft whispers between the styles, and her heart temporarily forgot a lot of sorrow.
Gong Zizhen's poem is well-written, the scenes are blended, the imagination is rich, and it is even more breathtaking. The writer first imagined himself to be a fairy, although his temperament was extraordinary, but he was immediately ashamed that he could not make a meritorious career like the ancients, even if he was arrogant, it was in vain. The author blows the sword again, hoping to ignite his passion and live up to the youth shaohua.
The whole word is rich in imagery, such as "oblique sun, vanilla, smoke and dust, cloud water", etc., all of which express the author's desire to indulge in landscapes and forget worries. Dust and smoke are like dreams, Xiao Sword is in the sky, time is shallow, the road ahead is dark, in the blink of an eye, the flow of water has taken away time, how many stories have been precipitated in the text, and countless deep feelings have also been annihilated in the wind and sand. But the writer is still clinging to the dream he once had, even if the road is extremely difficult.