Lin Huiyin once said that you are a April day on earth.
Elliott said that April was the cruelest month.
There are beautiful scenery of peach red willow green pear blossoms, and there is also the nostalgia of the rain during the Qingming Festival. Therefore, April is a season of sentimentality and sentimentality, affection and ruthlessness.
In ancient times, the literati were good at using a poem and a word to express their thoughts about the dead. For example, Yuan Shu's "Sincerely know that this hate is everyone has, and the poor couple is sad".
Lu You's "Spring wave green under the sad bridge, once a shocking photo".
When it comes to mourning poems, the first thing that many people think of is Always Su Shi's "Ten years of life and death are two vague, do not think, unforgettable ..."
There is also a que word, also from the Northern Song Dynasty literati, the same nostalgia for the deceased wife, the same written affectionately, mournful and moving.
That is He Zhu's "Partridge Heaven", which, together with Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi", is praised as "the double absolute in the northern Song Dynasty's eulogy".
What kind of love story makes a man write a weeping mourning for his deceased wife?
What kind of poignant words touch people's hearts and then become famous passages that have been passed down through the ages?
The future of this has to start from the protagonist of the story, He Zhu, slowly.
A relative of Song Taizu and a descendant of He Zhizhang
Winter goes to spring, flowers blossom, year after year.
Some people are separated, some people die goodbye, and people are reincarnated.
Emperor Renzong of Song died four years later, on an autumn night, a meteor fell and Emperor Wenzong Fan Zhong drowned. In the same year, He Zhu came to the world.
He Zhu was born in Weizhou, Henan, and his ancestral home is in Shanyin, Zhejiang. Back then, among the four major families in Shanyin, Zhejiang, the He clan was on the list.
He is also a descendant of the great poet He Zhizhang, and perhaps this is the glory that makes him most proud.
The Book of Jin records that their ancestor He Chun served as a high official during the reign of Emperor An of Han. Dynasties have changed, people have been passed down from generation to generation, and the He family has produced many talents, some of whom have become military generals and some of whom have become civilian officials.
He Jingsi, the 6th generation ancestor of He Zhu, was a bodyguard officer of Li Cunmao of Later Tang Zhuangzong, and he had a colleague named Zhao Hongyin.
Regarding Zhao Hongyin, we may not be familiar with it, but we can talk about Zhao Hongyin's other identity - Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, his father...
He Zhu's ancestor He Jingsi was an official in the same dynasty as Zhao Hongyin and had a very good personal relationship. Later, He Jingsi married his daughter to Zhao Hongyin's son Zhao Kuangyin.
That is to say, the 5th generation ancestor of He Zhu was Empress Xiaohui, the wife of Song Taizu.
Relatives of the emperor and the state, wang and grandson of noble relatives, such a prominent family background, enough to show off.
He Zhu does not seem to have this background, if he meets a new friend, he is more likely to introduce himself like this: the distant ancestors live in San'in, and I am the "Four Ming Fanatics" He Zhizhang Yuren.
He Zhu is a man of great pride, chivalrous and courageous, likes to talk about the past and the present, and has no cover for things that are not accustomed to social development, and he spits out quickly.
Due to his temperament, he learned from his ancestors and also took a similar nickname: Beizong Fanatic.
When people are young, they all have heroic dreams. He Zhu was also a chivalrous teenager, writing such bold words as "banging on drinking, sucking the sea and hanging rainbows", and also harboring the ambition of defending the frontier and defending the country.
Unfortunately, the fate is not good, He Zhu has come all the way, depressed. When people reach middle age, they are even more degraded.
Golden Seal Brocade Yao Luli,
This heart of the young man is old now,
Asking for a field begins here.
These three sentences may be his review of the first half of his life.
Life is changeable, the original heart is easy to grow old, the dreams you had when you were young, when were you left behind in the wasteland of life?
No matter whether rich or poor, whether it is the present or the ancients, in this matter, God treats everyone equally.
A man's appearance is inversely proportional to his talent
A man's appearance is often inversely proportional to his talent.
This comes from an entrepreneur who proves it with his legend.
He Zhu also seems to verify the correctness of this sentence.
He was ugly.
The "History of Song" says that he is seven feet long, his face is like iron, and his eyebrows are raised. In the Notes of the Old Scholar, Lu You used three rich words for the appearance of this contemporary literati: "Look strange and ugly".
Because of his unassuming appearance, He Zhu also got the nickname of "He Ghost Head".
How ugly is it?
Imagine it.
When he was young, while doing heroic dreams of galloping horses and dogs, swords and swords, he tasted poems and words, and read everything in books. It is said that among the readers of the Song Dynasty, in terms of quantity, the first in line was Su Shi, and the second round was He Zhu.
As a noble descendant of the Shili family, He Zhu held a sword in his left hand and a scroll in his right hand.
Li Qingzhao, the Song Dynasty Emperor, was critical in her eyes, and some people could not enter her eyes. In the "Treatise on Words", she pingzhang baijia, believing that Liu Yong's words were impatient, Wang Anshi's text was not worth reading, and Su Shi's lyrics were not enough.
But she admired He Zhu, believing that he had realized the three ambiguities in the words, and his words could be regarded as the real Song words.
Zhang Qian, one of the four bachelors of Sumen, also praised He Zhu's talent: "Shengli is like You Jin and Zhang Zhitang, while Youye is like Lan Yan and Shi Zhiyuan; Youjie is like Qu and Song, and tragic and magnificent is like Su and Li." ”
He Zhu himself was also full of confidence in his literary talent.
This kind of Congratulations makes me think of the contemporary poet Yu Xiuhua, who was sent by God to give her a broken skin bag and gave her the talent to write. She understands that this is a compensation from Heaven, and if she gives you this, she will not give you that.
Some people ask, if you exchange your work and talents for a healthy and beautiful body, would you be willing?
Her answer was: No, because I don't want to live a vulgar life.
Life is a long road, lost in the east corner, and harvested in mulberry. Heaven will always be fair to everyone in order to achieve a balance in life.
All sentient beings, come and go, beautiful skin bags are the same, interesting souls choose one.
He Zhu was the same way, he was cold-looking and not famous enough, but his talent was highly praised by the time and future generations.
I'm ugly, but I'm gentle
At the age of 17, He Zhu went out with a sword and bravely broke into the world.
The little boy, full of vigor, the vigorous vitality, the righteousness of the jianghu brothers, the courage of the newborn calf not to fear the tiger, as he himself wrote:
"Young chivalrous, befriending the five capitals." Liver and gallbladder holes, hairs shrugged. In the standing talk, death and life are the same. A promise weighs a thousand gold. ”
Among the good brothers who live and die together, there is a person named Zhao Kezhang.
This Zhao Kezhang is not small, his great-grandfather is Zhao Tingmei, the fourth brother of Song Taizu.
He Zhu and Zhao Kezhang are similar in spirit, and both have the identity of royal descendants, and the two have the meaning of heroes and heroes. Later, Zhao Kezhang married the pearl in his palm to He Zhu.
I'm ugly, but I'm gentle. This lyric sings the voice of some men. For example, Wang Xiaobo, she wrote a lot of affectionate words to her wife, one of which was: Thinking of you, my ugly face is full of smiles.
The same is true of "He Ghost Head", who compares his beautiful wife to "Jade Hibiscus" and uses poems to remember the sweetness of marriage:
Gengfu pressure steaming, fine jun salty wisps.
The cocoon is knotted, and the cocoon is added to make up.
Lao asked Ru what it was, and the operation was specially advanced.
It is my duty to work as a woman, and I dare to fall in peace one day.
……
In the hot summer, "Jade Hibiscus" sat under the window to sew winter clothes for her husband. Stitch by stitch, she sewed very carefully, and sweat dripped from time to time.
He Zhu saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart, so he advised her, my wife, the weather is so hot, you are resting, this is all winter clothes, not in a hurry.
Mrs. Zhao said that this was her duty and did not dare to slacken off. While doing the needlework in her hand, she chatted with He Zhu about her daily routine.
She said, Husband, I heard that there was a family that saw that their daughter was about to get married, and their parents remembered to treat her disease.
Although these are winter clothes, they are sewn when they think of wearing them, and it is too late. Now the weather is just right, and when it is cold, I do needlework, and people shrink their hands and feet.
Poetry, written in a simple and unpretentious way.
Words, plain and considerate.
Lady Zhao's virtuousness can be seen here.
In marriage, people remember a lifetime, in addition to important dates with a strong sense of ceremony, but also include trickling time.
In addition to the anniversaries of roses and candlelight, what is more worth savoring and cherishing may be the small day of chai rice oil and salt.
How many good times in life, at that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
There is a kind of nostalgia, called things are not human
A few decades passed, but in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, He Zhu also changed from a vigorous teenager to a middle-aged man in the Twilight Cangshan Mountains.
When he reached middle age, he lived in Suzhou and became the prodigal son of his hometown and years.
During this time, He Zhu's mother died of illness. The grief of his mother's death has not yet dissipated, and his wife, who has been with him for thirty years, has also left him.
Successive blows pushed He Zhu into a low point of emotion.
In the most bleak situation, He Zhu wrote the most poignant work of mourning, "Partridge Heaven, Heavy Over The Gate of Everything":
What is different from what is wrong with the door?
After the sycamore is half dead and frosted, the head white mandarin duck loses its companion and flies.
Hara on the grass, dew chu xi. The old habitat and the new one are two clings.
Empty bed to listen to the rain in the south window, who picked up the lights to mend clothes at night?
That year, He Zhu was already fifty years old.
In this life, for a small official position, or in order to make a living, he traveled from place to place, and he always walked on the road from south to north.
When he returned from the north and returned to Jiangnan, he passed through Suzhou Zhangmen and revisited his hometown, remembering the years spent here with his wife, often in the past, all of which came to mind.
Gu Su is still such a Gu Su, but life has changed. While he was walking alone, he asked the heavens in his heart: Since we both have the opportunity to meet and love each other, why can't we fulfill our company and live together for the rest of our lives?
Wu Tong was half dead, and the Mandarin duck was lost, which was the saddest thing in the world in He Zhu's eyes, just like what happened to him.
He came to the door of his former apartment, lingering unwilling to leave. He came to his wife's grave again, and he stood alone for a long time...
Late at night, He Zhu lay on the bed, surrounded by half a vacated bed. He listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and his mind recalled the scenes of the past:
Under the light, the wife sat there quietly, with her head bowed, and she was sewing her clothes.
He was idling with her, talking about the day. In retrospect, it was really a warm light, a gentle silhouette, a warm homely home...
This is the love story of He Zhu, the "Ghost Head", unremarkable, warm and affectionate, but sincere and touching, just like many couples in reality.
I don't know why, after reading this poem to mourn my wife, I suddenly remembered the popular song at the moment, and I couldn't help but hum it in my heart:
I blew the wind you blew
That's not a hug
I've walked the path you've walked
This is not a coincidence
……
Life comes and goes, but it is just a random encounter.
All kinds of cold and warm, but they must bear it themselves.
Some people say that if the deceased is forgotten, it is a real death. As long as we remember it, those who left will still live in our hearts.
Between life and death, close to the end of the world, there is a deep nostalgia, called things are not human, there is a sincere sacrifice, called remembering.
Just like the words of He Zhu, with the story of life.
Author | Jiang Xu, a post-80s woman, cooked characters to cure hunger and borrowed a pen to draw a heart.
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