Text : First brew
The clouds and mist are miserable and the dawn is clear, and the Han Family Palace is moving in autumn.
The remnant star is a few points of geese crossed the plug, and the flute sounded and the people leaned on the building.
Zi Yan was half open and the hedge was quiet, and the red clothes were full of Nagisa lotus sorrow.
The perch is beautiful and does not return, and the empty wear of the southern crown learns chu prisoner.
- "Late Autumn in Chang'an", Tang Zhao Gao
"The remnants of the stars are blocked by a few geese, and the flute is a man leaning on the building", this poem was "innumerable" by Du Mu, so people also called Zhao Gao "Zhao YiLou".
Zhao Gao (赵嘏), courtesy name Chengyou, was born in Shanyang, Chuzhou (Huai'an, Jiangsu), a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. Although he was "talented", his career was not smooth. This poem was composed when he was once again in Chang'an.
Because of his restlessness, in the early autumn morning mixed with the chill, he climbed the tall building alone. Looking out of the window, I saw only clouds and mist, sparse remnants of stars, hanging lifelessly in the sky. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flute in the distance, whimpering, and immediately caused infinite homesickness. However, the heavens and the earth are vast, but they cannot see their relatives in the homeland.
His whole life, wandering around, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, homesickness has become a kind of sustenance and comfort in his bleak life. Perhaps only when thinking of relatives in the hometown can the helplessness and desolation in the heart be dissolved.
Zhao Gao, like every scholar in datang who had a dream, hoped to learn to jump through the dragon gate with his full belly and show his long-cherished wish on the top of the court, so scientific expeditions became his unremitting pursuit. However, I don't know whether it was bad luck or whether the heavens deliberately tricked him, he had a full stomach, but he was repeatedly defeated and fell behind again and again.
The autumn water at the edge of the house is soaked in moss, and it is not returned with a pole every day.
The willow wind and tide have not yet fallen, and the cold geese have just flown.
Heavy hissing horses chanted red leaves, but listened to the sparse bell reminiscences.
Tonight Qincheng is full of moons, and the old people meet and dip their clothes.
- "Chang'an Moon Night and Friends Talk to the Old Mountain"
Several times the scientific expedition fell to the first, he had no face to go home, had to wander in Chang'an City, but the hometown is still the shadow that cannot be squandered in his heart, and the meeting of the old people makes him cry.
Having nothing to do, he fished with a rod every day, guarding a bay of autumn water, accompanied by willows, looking leisurely and idyllic, but his heart was extremely anxious. If it was Tao Yuanming, he would surely say happily, "This is what I wanted in my life!" But he was not, even if the moon was full of the West Building, the frost leaves were red, but in his eyes, he still could not withstand the glory of the court and the country. So he carried nostalgia and lingered in the capital, watching the cold of the summer frost and the return of the geese to the south.
He didn't want to be a wild crane idle cloud in the hidden mountains and forests, he didn't want to use his talent only on the poetry, he had his own pursuits, although he didn't dare to think of going out and going into the picture, he always had to be able to return to his hometown. Therefore, in the more than ten years of the imperial examination, he has been "accompanying the secretary of state, going in and out of the pavilion", running among the dignitaries and dignitaries, and trying to taste the sweetness and bitterness of the world in order to win the first place.
But reality has repeatedly disappointed him, and his dream has always been a dream.
The flow of years is sad and frightening, and the anvil pestle wind comes to fill the county town.
The tall birds passed out in autumn, and the sails fell at dusk.
Si Jia is sighing at the southern scenery of the river, and the listening angle still contains the feelings of the north.
On this day, I am confused and do not know where the future is.
- "Early Autumn in Qian"
Again and again, he returned home, so that he could not see the future. "Stop the cup and throw the spoon can not eat, draw the sword and look around dazed", perhaps he and Li Bai have the same confusion. Looking around, I was dazed, where was the way out? Of course, they are equally persistent, and after repeated setbacks, they still try to trek in the direction they want.
Emperor Tian did not live up to his painstaking heart, and Zhao Gao was finally able to enter the army and the first at the age of thirty-nine. I thought that from then on, he would be able to step into politics and show his ambitions. However, what he did not expect was that the Tang Dynasty at this time was no longer the prosperous and prosperous era it once was, the corruption of the imperial court, the dictatorship of eunuchs, the division of feudal towns, the rise and fall of the rebel armies, and the late Tang Dynasty, which was in turmoil, could not give him a platform to realize his dreams.
The home is next to the old house of Mingao, Zhu Xuanqing and Chu Bolian.
The incense of the lotus is wrapped around the sleeves of the whip, and the willow wind plays the flute boat.
The city hinders Shizhou Yandao Road, and the temple is adjacent to the Sunset River.
The poor season can be returned, and the flowers fall for another year.
The edge of the folded willow city is twilight, and the poor spring color is worried.
Sad is sighing at human affairs, looking back more ashamed of the gulls on the river.
Cold in the sound of quails eat rain, hibiscus flowers outside the sunset building.
Send Qingwei with high eyes and go to the lower reaches of the mountains.
- "Remembrance of Shan Yang"
Zhao Gao was not confused until he succeeded in the scientific expedition, and finally embarked on the career path he had in mind and entered the Weinan Lieutenant. Although it is the last post of a micro-official, it is always better than nothing. However, there is no half-heartedness in his poems, and it is still full of strong sadness and depression. He misses the lotus willows and old zhuxuan in his hometown of Shanyang, where every grass and tree seems to be full of warmth. But everything was so far away from him, he could only listen to the cries of the birds in the cold and rain, and watch the hibiscus flowers outside the sunset building.
This is a portrayal of most of the literati of the late Tang Dynasty, who were entangled in entering the world and returning to hermitage. Eunuch Haibo is as strange as a black hole; but he is unwilling to return to his heart. Therefore, they are on the way to chase their careers, and let the hometown be their companions.
"Smell that the fragrant rice in the old garden is ripe, and the sails return to the perch"; "The leaves of the Songjiang River are fangfang, and Zhang Han remembers the old garden in autumn"; "How much nostalgia into the wine cup, the wild pond today chrysanthemum blossoms". There is always a shadow of hometown in Zhao Gao's poems, and no matter where he goes, nostalgia always accompanies him.
The contemporary poet Xi Murong once wrote: "The song of the hometown is a distant flute, which always sounds at night when there is a moon; the face of the hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog; after parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never getting old." Zhao Gao's hometown is like what Xi Murong wrote in his poem, always sneaking into his heart on the night when there is a moon, but it is vague and indistinct, but it never grows old.
Zhao Gao's career was not long, and he died in office within a few years. The history books did not leave him much ink, only the lonely and lonely back of the man leaning on the building, with a full of nostalgia, deeply engraved on the hearts of future generations.