Jiang Chunlin's beautiful words and sentences in the cold season: the house is as small as a boat, the virtual window is white, and I don't know whether it is the moon or the snow
"Short eaves iron horses, and ice whispers knocking steps, fewer residual leaves."
The sound of rats gradually rises, the braids are tired, and the wine is thirsty.
Light-thinning halos.
Frost forced, curtains cracked.
Like a flat boat, the wind comes to the rudder tail, and the cold clouds on the wild shore are stacked.
Looking back at the weeping rainbow night, the thin tree shakes the waves, and a branch of the throat.
The window sounded and the paper was broken, and shang was suspicious and covered with dry snow.
Quietly protect the copper bottle, afraid of cold and heavy, plum blossom dark folding.
But the door was opened, and the shadows of the trees were frozen all over the ground. "Qing Dynasty Jiang Chunlin's "Desolate Prisoner." On the night of December 17th, the great cold reading (omitted)"
Few people know about Jiang Chunlin because he was a Qing Dynasty poet. At least his fame is not as great as Naran's. But people who like qingzi will certainly not miss Jiang Chunlin, because his delicacy and uniqueness and deep and clear beauty are too Naran's character.
This poem written in the great cold festival, such as in the ice and snow, hearing the natural sound, seeing the light and shadow, is the most beautiful word to write the great cold festival since there was a poem.
The Great Cold Festival is the last of the traditional year and should be in the middle and late December of the lunar calendar. That is, the last of the twenty-four solar terms, the coldest time at the turn of winter and spring. Often the ice and snow are cold. People usually use the new year's festivities and bustle to dilute this cold, so there are not many poems dedicated to describing the scenery and body sensation of the cold season, because the cold and lively new year are mixed together to form a unique taste of the New Year.
But Jiang Chunlin's poem is to jump out of the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival, write himself in a small study to read, spend the state of the big cold festival night, listen to the wind and feel cold, recall the same feeling, open the door to see the moon, the scene and memory blend, and there is a beautiful place.
This word, read slowly in the middle of the night, has a special taste.
On the night of December 17, the cold read, to the leakage of three times, the house is as small as a boat, the virtual window is white, I don't know if it is the moon or snow. Because of the memories of the southern wild berth in the south of the river, the snow pressed the back of the tent back of the time scene, which is similar to the "Qing Dynasty Jiang Chunlin's "Desolate Criminal" poem title
This is a quotation written before the words, the seventeenth night of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, which is the time of the Great Cold Festival, and I read in the study until midnight, that is, the three changes. At this time, it feels like the house is like a boat, the window floats with white light, I don't know if it is moonlight or snow outside, so I remember that I used to anchor on the boat in the Jiangnan wind and snow, just like there is white light outside the window now, at that time, it was heavy snow pressing on the canopy. How similar is this situation now.
Jiang Chunlin wrote lyrics, mostly after middle age. At the age of 40, his mother and wife passed away one after another, and then they were dismissed from the post of ambassador of Lianghuaiyan, and their life was depressed and their mood was extremely depressed. Not long after, Jiang Chunlin married The Suzhou song and dance woman Huang Xiaowan, but Jiang Chunlin's move, not his debauchery, but after losing his mother and wife, eager to find the sustenance of feelings, he was quite good to Huang Xiaowan, but due to poor financial management, economic embarrassment, and Huang Xiaowan's acquaintance, but also affected his reputation, friends silent and far away, it is difficult to have a suitable job. Huang Xiaowan was also not at ease in the room, and her life fell into embarrassment, and Jiang Chunlin was full of grief and indignation.
Jiang Chunlin could not, so he had to leave for Suzhou to seek his former friend Du Xiaofang. It's just that Du Xiaofang has just been promoted, there are many things, there is no time to see him, Jiang Chunlin spent the cold boat wind and snow night under the rainbow bridge, the drift of life is lonely, the end of the road, nothing more than this, this is the night of the collapse that is difficult to repair in his life.
This is a return to taizhou hometown. Another year at the end of the year.
He stayed in the small study and read quietly.
"Short eaves iron horse, and ice language knocking steps, less residual leaves."
This is how quiet it takes to hear the wind chimes on the eaves in the middle of the night, how cold it is, how the eaves freeze, and hear not many leaves falling from the frozen branches, making a crunching sound in the middle of the night.
"The rats are getting louder, the strings are tired, and the wine is thirsty."
Hearing the sound of rats coming out to find warmth and forage, I was tired of reading, and went to find some wine to drink, but in the middle of the night, I drank more and more dry.
"Sparse lights."
The light was very dim because of the smoke of the fire.
"I felt frost and the curtain cracked."
Like a flat boat, the wind comes to the rudder tail, and the cold clouds on the wild shore are stacked. “
Suddenly a frosty cold air seeped in through the window, and I saw the hanging curtains, and suddenly I was blown open by the cold air.
I suddenly felt a scene of déjà vu.
As if on a boat, the whirlwind suddenly blew through the stern, swept open the curtain of the cabin, and saw the scene of the cold clouds on the banks of the vast white snow river outside.
From his small study, Jiang Chunlin remembered for a moment that he had been on the wind and snow boat. This feeling of sudden coldness did not come suddenly, but it was the most desolate feeling of helplessness in his heart that was naturally aroused.
How similar to the lonely boat, and now this feeling of wandering has come again, although the room is static, but the feeling of wandering and drifting that comes out from the heart is so similar, or has never left him in his life.
"Looking back at the rainbow night, the thin shook the waves, and a branch of the throat.
The window sounded and the paper was broken, and shang was suspicious and covered with dry snow. “
Recalling the snowy night that was once moored under the Weeping Rainbow Bridge in Suzhou, the boat was frozen, the water was difficult, the sound was like a whimpering sound, the cold wind entered the boat, and the snow pressed the canopy, making people sad and cold.
Suddenly, I heard the noise of the window paper here, and I felt as if I had returned to the misery of the snow boat canopy.
"Quietly protect the copper bottle, afraid of the cold and heavy, plum blossoms dark folding."
But the door was opened, and the shadows of the trees were frozen all over the ground. “
I thought it must be snowing outside, so I got up and covered the plum blossoms in the bottle with a cotton cloth, afraid that they would get frostbitten on such a night.
Then I went out to see if it was snowing.
But there was no snow, it was the most beautiful moonlight of this great cold festival, and the shadows of the trees were all over the ground, and the land was like snow and moonlight.
In fact, the ground at that time was sealed after the first snow, and there was ice on the ground.
This moonlight, the frozen ground, the shadow of the trees, forms the night scene of the ice moon, and there is an extreme beauty in the cold.
Jiang Chunlin's life was a tragedy. During the Qing Dynasty, limited ascending channels could not give every reader a way out. Jiang Chunlin was able to come from a non-jinshi background and become an ambassador of the two Huaiyans, on the one hand, he must be loved by someone to promote, on the other hand, he must be talented.
It was only that he lived in the late Qing Dynasty, at the age of forty, suffered the death of his mother and wife, lost his job, and married a woman who also damaged his reputation and became increasingly poor. He had almost nowhere to go. And the country's ups and downs have made him feel like the end of the world.
Although his personality is superficial and bold, but his life has been trapped in such a unbearable situation for many years, even if he has the heart to love plum blossoms, it is difficult to take care of himself.
At the age of 50, because he was earning a living, he again passed the Rainbow Bridge, and after being persuaded to poison, he threw himself into the water and died.
This poem written in the Great Cold Festival, extremely cold and extremely cold, aesthetic flowing, the foreground of the eyes and the memory and the emotional soul intersect, is a rare emotional masterpiece about the poetry of the Great Cold Festival.
Hatsuyoshi Katsuyuki interprets the love and beauty in the poems for you. Image from the web.