Yan Hong said | Li Shangyin's Chang'an one-night stand

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Last night the stars last night the wind,

Painting building west bank Gui Tang East.

With no color phoenix wings,

The heart has a sharp point.

The partition sends hook spring wine warm,

Split cao shoot covered wax lamp red.

Oh Yu listened to the drum and went to the official,

Walk the Marantai class to the tent.

Love can turn stones into gold, turn decay into magic, make uninteresting things interesting, and have a treasure in ordinary time.

Just like the night in 839 AD, an ordinary feast was held in the Zhulou Qi household of Chang'an City. Fine wine, food, and all kinds of luxurious enjoyment that opened Grandma Liu's eyes have been seen by the full guests. The fun comes more from interaction, and through greetings, compliments, toasts, and improvisations in the drinking order, familiar and unfamiliar people have the potential to become each other's resources in the future— even if it's a talking point.

There are many kinds of liquor orders, when I was a child, I used to have people guessing boxing at the dinner table, and every time the two sides were red in the face, the momentum was fierce, and when they were excited, they were like two fighting cocks, so that I was afraid that I would look frightened and worried that they would jump up at any time with their sleeves covered.

But Shi Xiangyun likes this, and in "Dream of the Red Chamber" it is elegantly called "thumb war". Shi Xiangyun's least favorite liquor order was "shoot over", saying "nothing makes people lose their heads". Bao Chao also did not like it, saying that "shooting cover" is the old ancestor in the wine order, which has long been lost, and now the deeds are all compiled by posterity, "more difficult than all the orders", she suggested changing to another elegant and popular appreciation.

The tanchun who talked about the program did not agree, so we saw that this "shooting" was indeed very boring, similar to the reading comprehension done by poor middle school students, and it had to be based on memorizing the poems and songs of the Four Books and Five Classics. It is estimated that the ancient ones are not much better, otherwise they would not be eliminated by nature.

However, whether a game is good or not depends on who is playing it. If someone you've been in love for a long time is sitting next to you and wants you to guess what's in her hand, do you think it's funny? Not only was there going to be a big storm in my heart at that time, but after a long time, I was afraid that I would have to go back to that moment again and again, trying to borrow words and travel back to that moment.

So one of the guests at the Chang'an feast, Li Shangyin, the secretary of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Untitled" the next day. Let's look at the first two sentences:

Last night the stars last night the wind,

Painting building west bank Gui Tang East.

The word "last night" was also ordinary, that is, the last night, it was very close. However, this was originally an encounter, which could not be copied, could not be repeated, and it was only a few hours before it was separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

It is like a transparent curtain separated by time, you can see every detail, the stars and the wind, the Guitang on the west side of the painting building in the east, these ordinary things, because of your presence, have become special, and at the moment when I can't get close to you, I have looked at them a thousand times, ten thousand times.

A large number of young people who are mixed into the school scrivener such as the nine-pin petty official, Li Shangyin's sense of existence at this banquet is very weak, he is not like Jia Baoyu, when he meets the woman he likes, there is always a way to come forward to greet him, others at most think that he is abrupt, and will not feel that he is arrogant. At this moment, even if Li Shangyin saw the other party's flowers and smiles, he was still within reach.

Fortunately, there is a liquor order, the game is equal, regardless of respect or inferiority, rain and dew are all wet, so that irrelevant people have the possibility of knowing.

With no color phoenix wings,

The heart has a sharp point.

I don't know what liquor orders they all played this night, Li Shangyin wrote down this shooting, as well as the delivery hook.

Shi Xiangyun was suspicious of shooting and stuffiness, but he didn't know that its magic was to break through in the "stuffiness", so many people, watching us play dumb puzzles, a flash of inspiration, you guessed the riddle I set up, the crowd scattered, thinking that this is the end, but I don't know whether to win or lose is like a floating cloud, my heart is rippling, is the joy you guessed.

That golden hook is another kind of wind that is not humane, in fact, it is today's drumming flowers. In "Dream of the Red Chamber", everyone has also played, called "Spring Joy on the Eyebrows", and it is also written quite stimulatingly: "The drum sound is either tight or slow, or like a drop of residual leakage, or like the disease of bursting beans, or like the chaos of the horse, or like the light of the lightning and suddenly dimmed; its drum sound is slow, the transmission of plums is also slow, the drum sound is sick, and the transmission of plums is also sick." Just in Jia Mu's hand, the drum suddenly stopped. ”

In the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Mu is the center, the focus, and the first "joy" will fall into her hands. At this banquet attended by Li Shangyin, was there also a core figure like Jia Mu? There must be, everyone is silent, be sure to make this person happy. But this was not important to Li Shangyin at all, it did not matter who the golden hook fell into, it was the golden hook that he remembered, which came from her hand.

They didn't sit together originally, but fortunately, the golden hook allowed the next seat to be granted, and this setting completed Li Shangyin, even if the golden hook was only passed, he could still feel the temperature of her fingertips on the golden hook at that moment.

The partition sends hook spring wine warm,

Split cao shoot covered wax lamp red.

Who said that the past is elusive, these lines of poetry restore the slight drunkenness of that moment, and can still be clearly perceived under a thousand years. But so what? It's still a "later, there is no later" story.

Oh Yu listened to the drum and went to the official,

Walk the Marantai class to the tent.

At that time, the drums were played during the commuting time, and it was generally engraved, that is, from five o'clock to seven o'clock in the morning, and at noon, it was around twelve o'clock at noon. Li Shangyin's secretarial province, "Long Shuo (Emperor Gaozong's name) was initially changed to Lantai". He said he flew around his little post like a flutter. Despite the love in your heart, check-in and punching is the first priority.

Yes, such a small position is also what he has been diligently pursuing for many years and once sought. Reality is too bone-chilling, what is a moment of emotion? Su Shi said: "I have not hated this body for a long time, when will I forget the camp", but when he said this sentence, he was already very important, the higher the status, the greater the responsibility, and it is a necessary choice to give up the self appropriately. More people, more like Li Shangyin, for a scrap of cold burning, floating like a toss, never have the clarity of "today's fang knows that I am me".

I have always felt that Li Shangyin's poem has a modern feeling. The word "modern" is defined differently by everyone, and it seems to me that "classical" literature tends more toward grand narratives, and even love is pure and thorough, shrouded in a spirit of wholeness.

Or such as "the mountains have no edges and the earth are united, but dare to be with the king", or such as "The mountains are not seen, as if they are not seen, such as the endless entanglement of the three autumns", or such as "There is a long sky of green and dark on the top, and there are waves of water below." The heavenly long road is far away from the soul flying bitterly, and the dream soul is not difficult to close the mountain. Sauvignon Blanc, the heart and liver" of the thousands of obstacles, whether it is flying smoothly, or difficult to block, love is a particularly remarkable thing, as if the life of human beings is a life of struggle for love.

But Li Shangyin's "Untitled" tells us how easy love is to produce and how easy it is to be abandoned. It is not the main line of life, but one of the countless thoughts that disappear in an instant, and we must finally run all out on the road to making a living. Read it in conjunction with Elliot's famous quote:

I am not Prince Hamlet, and I cannot be;

I'm just a sir attendant, traveling for the royal family, laying out prominent scenes, or giving advice to the prince, and that's good enough;

Nothing more than a handy tool, obedient, I wish there was some use, meticulous, thoughtful, and careful everywhere;

Full of rhetoric, but a little foolish, sometimes, honestly, almost ridiculous, sometimes, almost a clown.

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Love gives people the illusion of becoming a prince, but the drum is about to ring, and we are beaten back to the original form by reality, knowing that we are just a clown who wants to be of some use. Interestingly, this poem, which is not afraid to expose the lice under the brocade robe, is titled "The Love Song of J. Alfred Pruflock."

Love and beauty are just a gaze, a moment of trepidation, each of us, finally to return to reality. The sense of modernity I think is the twisting in the hearts of modern people, a sigh of "thinking and not getting what you want to live". It is not the kind of original poetry, simple trade-offs.

In the depiction of this feeling, Li Shangyin is the only one among the ancient poets. He was a modern man living in the Tang Dynasty.

Text / Yan Hong Figure / 33

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