Jiang Kui was a famous lyricist, calligrapher and outstanding musician during the Southern Song Dynasty, which can be said to be a rare all-rounder after Su Shi.
In his lifetime, Jiang Fu took the imperial examination four times, but he never entered the army, and had to cloth all his life and live a life of traveling. He traveled to Suzhou, Hangzhou, Hefei and Jinling all year round, and wrote a poem of empty and elegant lyrics, this song "Pale Yellow Willow • Empty City Xiaojiao" is one of them.
Empty city Xiaojiao, blowing into the weeping Yang Mo. Immediately single-dressed with pity. See all the yellow and green geese, all are old acquaintances in Jiangnan. Zheng Cen was silent, and the Ming Dynasty was cold and eating. Strong carrying wine, small bridge house. I am afraid that the pear blossoms will fall into autumn color. Yan Yan flew in and asked where is spring? Only the pond is self-evident.
This song "Pale Yellow Willow , Empty City Xiaojiao" was composed by Jiang Kui when he was living in Hefei. Before the Cold Food Festival, he came to the west of the Chi Lan Bridge in nancheng. At this time, the streets and alleys, although there is spring, are desolate, and there are few pedestrians, which is completely different from the scenery of the Jiangnan region.
Looking around, only the green weeping willows swayed in the spring breeze, and suddenly I thought of most of my life, and I remembered that I had not returned to my hometown for many years, and I could not help but feel a feeling of sadness in my heart, so I wrote this word.
The spring breeze dawned, and the low and desolate trumpet sounded in the empty and cold city. This burst of trumpets, along with the spring breeze, spread throughout the streets.
The lyricist wears a single coat, rides a thin horse, and walks alone. Although it is a spring day, there is still a feeling of warmth and cold at first, and the cold air strikes, and the writer can't help but shiver. There are many weeping willows growing here, and in mid-spring, the color of the willow branches is not dark green, but bright blue-green, just as familiar as the weeping willows seen in Jiangnan, and at this moment, the homesickness is even stronger.
Tomorrow is the Cold Food Festival, and the writer, as usual, brings a pot of wine and comes alone to the vicinity of the small bridge. This used to be a place where lovers lived, and he had too many happy times here. At this time, people went to the empty building, full of desolation.
There is a pear tree near the small bridge, at this time the snow white pear blossoms are blooming vigorously, it is beautiful, the writer has no intention of appreciating spring, but he is worried that the pear blossoms will fall out, and he is even more sad, so he has to look at the pear blossoms on the branches and feel sad alone.
At this time, the swallows, having flown back to the north, flew around, as if to ask, "Where is spring?" No one answered, and it seemed that only the blue waves in the pond knew.
The sorrow in the hearts of the writers is not only because of the sentimentality of their own fate, but also because of the infinite worry about their homeland. Because he was in Hefei at that time, here in the Jianghuai area, there were many wars, this word also implied a kind of pain of the country, but also made the connotation of this word more abundant.