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In the history of literature, the noble twilight has always won the heart of her father the most. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Wang Xianzhi, the seventh son of Wang Xizhi, learned his father's true tradition of calligraphy, and the world was called a king of both sizes; and in the Northern Song Dynasty, the court of the prime minister Yan Shu, there was also such a poet who flowed through the ages, and posterity called him - Yan Xiaoshan.
Yan Jidao (晏幾道), also spelled Shuyuan (叔原), was the seventh son of Yan Shu, the Prime Minister of Taiping. When he was born, Yan Shu was at the peak of his career. He waved his fangs in the court, and when he returned to the courtyard of his home, he followed the path of falling flowers, sighing that the world would be twilight, and time would not return. In such a leisurely life, Yan Jidao developed a personality that did not love the rule of the country and the people, preferring Lefu and Liuyi.
It's just that the sun in the twilight years will not be able to protect him for the rest of his life. After his father's death, the family fell into the middle of the road, and his proud poetry and song could not feed him. In desperation, Yan Jidao lowered the head of the rich prince and sank to the lower position, depressed.
Such an experience seems to be similar to Jia Baoyu a thousand years later. When he was an idle prince, he spent money like earth, indulged in sheng zhen song and dance, love was embellished, and it was also the most persistent pursuit in his dull life; and the family fell into decadence, and all the gold and jade embellishments on his body were replaced by linen coarse cloth. At this time, love can only become a dream passerby, and Cangjiao recalls that only misery remains in the present. Such a gap made him unable to adapt for a while, and under the tip of the pen, it became a dream back to the dust.
According to statistics, there are 260 poems of Yan Jidao's "Little Mountain Words", nearly 80 of which have the word "hate", and words such as "tears", "sorrow", and "broken intestines" can be seen everywhere.
What is he hating? Hate the fall of the family, hate that life is not in time, hate the death of the sun and the moon, hate sinking and fruitlessness; what is he worried about? Sorrowful glass is fragile, sorrow for the past years to plant willows; for whom did he shed tears? For the glimpse of the year, for the love of good dreams is difficult to fulfill, for the lotus, hong, apple, cloud of the future of the desolate, for their own alone.
The characteristics of "Little Mountain Words" are the unswerving bitter love of life and death, the dreamlike realm, and the sense of his infiltration into it. From these three points, together they created his deep affection and his obsession.
In Yan Jidao's pen, the love has a clear and specific object of love, and the four singers of the family of his friend Chen Junlong have become his poems one after another. As he wrote in Magnolia:
Xiaolian did not solve the heart element. Crazy like a tin kite string bottom pillar.
The face of Xia's scattered wine first woke up, and the eyebrows on the moon wanted to go.
Another example is his famous work "Linjiang Immortal":
After the dream, the platform is locked high, and the curtain hangs low.
Last year, when the spring hatred came, the falling flowers were independent, and the micro swifts flew twice.
I remember the first sight of Xiao Ping, the two heavy heart words Luo Yi, the pipa strings said acacia.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.
These singers, who should have been drowned in the dust of history, have left their names for thousands of years.
You can use the deepest feelings, but still can't ask for it. As he grew older, he gradually lost the news of the four of them. Perhaps "the young people of Wuling are fighting over their heads", and eventually they have become "the boss married to the merchant woman", their countenance is old, their singing voices are no longer, and the duty of "singing the peach blossom fan low wind" has fallen on the heads of others. And yan jidao's life trajectory is not like this? When his father was there, he was the youngest son of the prime minister, and he was pampered, and it was difficult for the flattering person to see him; but when his father died, the family was separated, and the mother dismissed all the servants in the family, leaving a grievance, and no one could understand. He lamented the life of the singer, in fact, he was also lamenting his own life.
In addition to the empty lamented love, the dream word is also a major feature of Yan Ji Dao. Among the small mountain words, as many as 54 words appeared with the word "dream", and the word "dream" appeared as many as 59 times.
In his world, "Spring Dream", "Autumn Dream", "Virtual Dream", "Mandarin Duck Dream", "Taoyuan Dream", nothing can not be dreamed. But what about the love in the dream? Having a good dream, sighing that it is easy to wake up; having nightmares, and being connected with reality, feeling hopeless. The departing ones meet in the dream, and the unfinished deeds are completed in the dream. This is too illusory, and it records his fantasy life.
The real world is too restrictive to seek freedom in dreams, such as "Partridge Heaven":
Xiao Lingzun saw the jade reed in front of him, and the silver lamp song was too enchanting.
In the song drunk who can hate, singing back to the wine has not disappeared.
Spring is quiet, the night is long, and the blue clouds and sky are in the palace.
The dream soul was accustomed to unincorporated, and stepped on Yang Hua to cross the Xie Bridge.
I haven't found any trace of the four beauties for a long time, so I pursue them in my dreams, such as "Butterfly Love Flowers":
Dream into Jiangnan Yanshui Road. Travel to jiangnan and do not meet with people who leave.
There is no place to say about sleeping. Feel sorry for the soul.
I want to do this love letter ruler. Floating geese Shenyu, finally no credentials.
But it is a song that slows down. The broken intestine moved through the Qin Zheng pillar.
Xiao Shan returned to Jiangnan in his dream and searched for Jiangnan, but he still did not meet the departed person. Rusu didn't know who to send it to, and the string song would never be played again. I can only sigh and break my intestines over and over again. If you break your liver and intestines, you will forget about acacia.
Yan Jidao's dream words were a great impact on Cheng Zhu Lixue. His dreams are intensely subjective, longing to dream, to construct a world in which he has not been able to see. As the preface to his "Little Mountain Words" says: "The ease of time and yin, the lack of reality of sighing circumstances." This Jia Baoyu of the Northern Song Dynasty had seen all the joys and sorrows of the clutch, so he could only pin his short-lived pleasures on the bed curtain under the moonlit night.
Su Shi once mentioned: Wen is like a person. The ups and downs of the author's life can be read from between his words. Yan Jidao is undoubtedly an excellent representative of this theory.
When the literary world gradually moved into the slow words, he still stuck to the position of the small order among the flowers; after the world was polished to the edges and corners, he still went his own way, preserving his unworldly sophistication and rash naïveté.
At that time, Su Shi wanted to see him, but he was turned away, because he always adhered to his "four fools", "his career is even worse, and he cannot rely on the door of the nobles"; "the thesis has its own body, and he refuses to be a new scholar"; "The cost is millions of dollars, the family is cold and hungry, and the face has the color of a widow"; "People are full of responsibilities and do not hate, they believe in others, and they will not suspect that they have deceived themselves." No matter how hard life hit him, he still had to sing back.
"Whoever wants to talk about acacia, the shallow lover does not know." Throughout Yan's life, apart from sorrow, is loneliness. It can only be lamented that his lovesickness has not been fruitful after all, and his shallow feelings have not been known. He had no choice but to walk away alone, to say goodbye to this flowing world, to wake up from this short dream, and then to another dream.
If you meet in your next dream, remember his name, say hello to him, and accompany him to wait for a rainbow return.
-Author-
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