<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="4" > "Chengping Gongzi" of the West Lake Yin Society</h1>
At the beginning of the thirteenth century, the nomadic peoples of the desert north rose rapidly under the leadership of the leader Temujin, and they swept away the northwestern regions like an unstoppable tornado, and the Western Liao, Western Xia, Eastern Xia, and Jin, one after another, the once prominent dynasties were overthrown under the iron hooves of the Mongols. Subsequently, this powerful army went all the way south with an unstoppable momentum in an attempt to swallow up the whole country.
In 1267, Temujin's grandson Kublai Khan ordered an attack on xiangyang, an important town in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the soldiers and civilians of the Southern Song Dynasty rose up in resistance and launched a bloody battle with the fierce Mongols for six years. However, when the front position was in a bitter and bloody battle and held firm, because the powerful minister Jia Xiangdao blocked the news of all the Mongol invasions in the south, Lin'an in Kyoto, thousands of miles away from Xiangyang, was still a song and swallow dance: the bustling street market was full of traffic, the tea houses and liquor stores were welcomed, the hot aroma came out of the door of the restaurant, the merchants shouted loudly, the West Lake, which was known for its beauty, was full of tourists, the ladies rode in incense carts and horses, the singers sang small songs, and the nobles enjoyed the scenery and fighting wine on the painting board...
In a peachy willow green room by the Xiling Bridge, a group of literati and scholars gathered in front of them, filled with all kinds of exquisite melon and fruit snacks, and next to them, Ji Yingying, who did not know whose family, smiled and stood by. These old men, all full of interest, faced with the beautiful scene in front of them, could not help but write poems. Only to hear one of them chant with his beard:
Painting Xiling Road, occupying the shadow of the willow yin and flowers, the fragrance is like weaving. Small waves, dust fan bottom, pink curtain gap. Shore to oblique sun partition. And over, don't ship flute. The bridge is broken, the green is surrounded by red, and it is relatively half sunny.
An instant. A thousand mountains twilight. In front of the Xianggu Restaurant, Yu hit Jin le. Returning by the moon, the pear blossom night, the begonia smoke power. Yuan Yu Ming cold food. Drunk and awake, a spring silence. Ren is full of body, dew wet east wind, want to sleep but not get.
"Good! Good! Worthy of Mr. Umekawa! What a nice and elegant song. It is rare that this qingming weather is sunny, who will come below and a song "Qu You Chun"? ”
"In our West Lake Bard Society, Mr. Grass Window is the most agile. Mr. Grass Window? "No, no, no..." "Alas, Gongjin, with your talents, you don't have to be modest!" "Well then...
Outside the east wind of the Forbidden Garden, the warm silk is clear, and the spring thoughts are like weaving. The swallow is about the warbler period, and the annoyance is biased, and the emerald crimson gap is deep. Desert incense dust separation. Boiling ten miles, chaotic string flute. Look at the painting boat, all into the Xiling, idle but half of the lake spring color. Willow Mo, new smoke condensed blue, curtain bottom palace eyebrows, embankment upstream Le. Light cage cold, afraid of pear cloud dream cold, apricot fragrance sad power. The song pipe pays cold food, Nai Butterfly complains, and the good night cen is silent. It is full of lakes, broken moons and flowers, how to be born? ”
"Good words! Gong Jin really shot extraordinary, especially the sentence 'idle but half lake spring color', which is really wonderfully written! "Where where... Son, elder brother, you can't always let us old people write lyrics. Zhang Gongzi mysteriously interprets the rhythm, at this moment, it should be with a song! As soon as the words fell, I saw a gentleman standing in the crowd, about twenty years old, who fell generously into the crowd, pondered a little, and said: "There are two predecessors with wonderful words in front, Zhang Mou really does not dare to get an axe." However, Zhang Mou admired Mr. Jue Weng very much, the old man once made a song related to Qingming "Wind into the Pine", Zhang Mou wanted to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, let Jia Ji to sing a bit, what do you think? After the teenager finished speaking, everyone nodded their heads in praise, so several beautiful women came to the middle of the crowd, a few danced, and one played the piano and sang:
Listen to the wind and listen to the rain, and the grass is troubled. In front of the building, the green and dark divide the road, a trace of willow, an inch of tenderness. Steep spring cold wine, coupled with Xiao Dream Warblers.
The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day, still appreciating the new sunshine. Wasps frequently fluttered the rope, and there was a time when the hand was fragrant. The two ducks are not enough, and the dark steps are born overnight.
It turned out that the people who gathered on the banks of this Xiling Bridge to chant poems and lyrics were a group of literati rioters from the "West Lake Yin Society". The "West Lake Yin Society" was one of the famous poetry societies along the West Lake at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, of which there were more than twenty main members, in addition to the famous lyricist Mr. Cao Window, Mr. Meichuan Shi Yue, who was well-versed in music, as well as Li Penglao, Wang Yisun, Mao Minzhong and others, including many imperial relatives such as Yang Yi and such nobles as Zhang Shu and Zhang Yan. These people of different statuses and statuses, because they like to write lyrics and gather into a society, they often meet on the shores of the West Lake to sing the wind and the moon, and often go to the private garden of the Zhang family to talk about wine. This South Lake Garden of the Zhang family was built by Zhang Shu's grandfather Zhang Wei and was carefully described as "the world of licorns who play in the garden pond sound prostitutes". At that time, Zhang Wei was in this garden to make friends with poets and lyricists in the literary world, and now in the generation of Zhang Shu and Zhang Yan, the grandeur in the garden is still undiminished. However, these literati and inkers really did not feel the decline and decay of the Southern Song Dynasty, did not feel a little crisis? Of course not. Not to mention others, let's say that Zhang Yan, who called himself "Prince Chengping" in the "West Lake Yin Society", although he was born into a famous family and lived a rich and prosperous life since childhood, he was after all a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhang Jun, and his grandfather Zhang Huan was a Southern Song Dynasty general, and it was impossible to have his own ideas about the affairs of his family and country. Although when he was young, Zhang Yan's lyrics were elegant and gorgeous, such as "Nanpu Chunshui":
The waves are warm and green, and the swallows are flying, and it is good that Su Di is known. The fish has no wave marks, and it is difficult to sweep away the red and laughing east wind. The barren bridge is broken, and the willow yin props out a flat boat. Looking back at the pond, it is full of green, absolutely like the herbs in a dream.
And the clouds flow out of the empty mountain, and even wash every year, the flowers can not be fragrant. When the new green was born, the lonely village road, still remembering that time had arrived. The afterglow is small, and Mao Lin Yong is now quiet. After Liu Lang returned, there were many peaches on the creek.
This song uses elegant words to exhaust the beauty of the spring water of the West Lake, and Zhang Yan became famous in one fell swoop and won the elegant name of "Zhang Chunshui". In addition, he also wrote "Qing Ping Le · Plains Herding Horses" such words that lament the rise and fall of the country:
Shake the armature. Stomp on plain snow. Bravely took advantage of the sound of the army to sweat and blood. Idle over the ascension festival. The furry spring grass is the end of the world. Trickle of wild water and clear sand. How many horses are old, and they are still trapped in salt trucks.
When he wrote this poem, he saw the old war horses grazing on the plains, which aroused infinite emotions--those war horses had followed their masters on the battlefield, and had made great contributions to the fierce fighting, but now they were living idle days on the grassland, and some good horses had a more tragic fate, and they were enslaved by rough people and did such rough work as pulling salt trucks. "How many horses have aged, and they are still trapped in the salt car." - Is this just a lament for the war horse? In this decaying imperial court, how many Haojie suffered the fate of being buried like these good horses?!
Perhaps, Zhang Yan thought that he was one of these "good horses", but when the powerful ministers were in charge and the emperor was dim, and the Southern Song Dynasty had shown a trend of weakening the western mountains, what could he do even if he had the ambition to serve the country? Since there is nothing to do, it is better to take advantage of the beautiful scenery in front of you when you are a teenager, and live freely in the music of poetry and music - this is not only Zhang Yan's helplessness, but also the helplessness of many literati at that time, they all pretend to be deaf and blind, silently waiting, waiting for the gray fate that will come.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="70" > reluctant Southern Song Dynasty remnants</h1>
In 1273, Fancheng was lost and Xiangyang City was destroyed, and the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers and civilians who had painstakingly held out for six years in the defense of Xiangyang ended in failure. Once Xiangfan was lost, the gateway of the Southern Song Dynasty was greatly opened, the Yuan army was able to go south along the river, and three years later it attacked Lin'an, and after another three years, the "Battle of Yashan Sea" was defeated, and Song Huaizong, who was chased by the Yuan army all the way to the end of the world, jumped into the sea and committed suicide, and the Southern Song Dynasty was completely destroyed.
When the sun rises again, the land of the East is already a vast new empire. The new empire continued to pursue a policy of foreign expansion, with officials expropriating and tyrannical, trampling on the Han people at will, and the people were miserable.
In the following years, the city of Hangzhou, which had experienced the trauma of war, gradually recovered, but it did not return to the prosperity of the past, and the people gathered here in those years were scattered, some went north, some fled south, some died under the swords and axes of the Yuan soldiers, only the West Lake, the scenery was still the same, although after the war, the BMW incense car was no longer, the cruise ship painting boat was no longer, the song and dance were no longer there, but it was like an outsider, looking at the rise and fall of the dynasty.
It is spring again, it is Qingming again, the peach trees are still flowering, the willow trees are still sprouting, but because of the scarcity of tourists and the long grass, the warblers of the willow forest in the West Lake seem to be full of sorrow at this time, and the insects between the grasses also add a little loneliness and sorrow to this spring day.
On this rainy day, a prodigal son who once lived on the shore of the beautiful West Lake but was now forced to swim outside wrote the words "Asaka Tso Qingming Season" with a desolate state of mind:
The rain roared during the Qingming Season. Tide hugs the head sand. Turned over by the pear blossom cold look, life is bitterly in love with the end of the world.
Swallow curtain warblers, cloud windows fog pavilion, wine wake up crows. Fold a willow and come back to whose house.
This disgraced literati was none other than Zhang Yan, who had sung and made peace with the poets of the "West Lake Bard Society" on the banks of the West Lake. It was only during the War of the Southern Song Dynasty that his grandfather Zhang Huan was brutally killed by his subordinates for killing the Yuan envoys by mistake, and many of his clan members also died tragically under the sword of the Yuan soldiers, Zhang Fu was raided and his family wealth was lost, Zhang Yan fled Lin'an under the double misfortune of subjugation of the country and the loss of his family, and wandered around in all parts of Jiangnan, because of poverty and self-sufficiency, he actually wandered into the rivers and lakes, and had to rely on divination to make a living. Gone are the days of the "Chengping Gongzi" leisurely wandering and rich life.
Despite the hardships of a turbulent life, Zhang Yan was reluctant to serve as an official for the new dynasty. During his exile, he once wrote the term "Ganzhou Send Li Yunfang" to his friend Li Yunfang, who was living in seclusion in the mountains at that time, first to express his feelings of "wine and poetry" and wasted years after separation, and second, to use plum blossoms as a metaphor to encourage friends:
Looking at a trickle of water hidden hibiscus, several obscured by twilight clouds. Just by looking at the eyes, the west wind breaks the geese, and the moon is flat. I didn't feel that Dan Feng was old enough to shake off. There is no place to avoid the sound of autumn, and the sky is full of sorrow.
After saying goodbye to the alliance gulls, he drank very much wine and poetry, and mistook the years lightly. The material lotus clothes are warm at the beginning, and they can't bear the smoke. Remember the degree of the front, cut the lamp and smile, meet again, know where the person is? The empty mountains are far away, and the white clouds are given away, and only plum blossoms are given.
Although he has been living in exile for a long time, every year during the cold food season, Zhang Yan can't help but think of the long time when he and his poets sang poems on the west lakeside, and couldn't help but think of his homeland and the old garden. However, the country is no longer the country of the year, the home is no longer the original home, and the friends of the past are also separated from each other, and there are few opportunities for reunion. Comparing the past and the present, he could not help but feel sad and wrote down one nostalgic lyric after another. For example, "Partridge Heaven, Who Blows the Jade Flute Upstairs" is written about the nostalgia of the departed wanderer for the deceased in his hometown:
Who will blow the jade flute upstairs? The water in front of the mountain is wide and cloudy. The swallows of Laolao are thousands of miles away, and a branch of pear blossom rain falls.
Repair near, when selling dumplings. The only dream that follows the hometown. At night, the river head willow was folded, not Su Causeway also frowned.
And "Unraveling the Chain of Lonely Geese" is Zhang Yan's feelings about his own desolate life:
Chu Jiang was empty at night, and he was far away from the crowd and suddenly scattered. Self-care shadow, want to go down to the cold pond, the sand is clean grass dry, the level is far away. I can't write a book, I can only send it and miss it a little. The material is wrong, the residual felt is covered with snow, so the people's hearts are eye-catching.
Who pity the traveler. Nagato was silent at night, and Nishiki was playing with resentment. Thinking of a partner, Yu Su Luhua, also read before the spring, the journey should be turned. Twilight rain called out, afraid that Yu Guan would see him again. Without shame on him, Shuang Yan returned, painting the curtain half roll.
The capital of the new empire was located in the north, thousands of miles away from jiangnan, and after the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, many people moved north to seek officials, including many friends of Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan, because of the hatred of the country and the family, did not want to go out of the army, and floated alone all over Jiangnan, like a lone goose that had lost its flock, without companions, flying alone in the empty sky, and the sadness and loneliness in his heart could be imagined. The phrase "Crossing the River Cloud and Shanyin Jiuke's Repeated Memories of Xihang's Sorrowful Thoughts" is also his nostalgia for the old love of the West Lake when he lived in Shanyin:
The mountain sky into the sea, leaning on the building to look at the pole, the wind and the beginning of the twilight. A curtain of doves outside the rain, a few idle fields, across the water to move the spring hoe. New smoke forbidden willow, want to be now, green to the West Lake. I still remember that year was hidden, and the door covered two or three plants.
Sadness. Desert island ancient, broken stems, more drifting place. Empty self-consciousness, shyness with less, shadow timidity lamp lonely. Often suspected to see the peach blossom face, even recently, laughing without books. Books are far away, and there are no dreams.
The scene of the rapid wind and rain in Shanyin and the farmers busy cultivating in the fields reminded Zhang Yan of the West Lake, which should have been green in spring at this time. He longs to return to his hometown and see the deceased again, but his hometown cannot go back, and the deceased has not corresponded for a long time, and he looks forward to reliving the old dreams of the past in his dreams, but he cannot fulfill his wish -- who can understand such a fear and loss?
Although Zhang Yan was like the "broken stem and sparse ping" floating on the water, he did not know where he would go, although Hangzhou at this time was no longer the original Lin'an, but the time passed, he returned to Hangzhou, back to the place that made him think about it.
However, when he really returned to his hometown and saw his hometown again, the strange scene of depression in front of him made him feel a lot of emotions:
Looking out of the flowers, the small bridge flows, the doors and alleys are melancholy, and the jade whistle is absolutely sound. Cranes go to Taikong, where does Peihuan get the bright moon? Ten years ago, I was sad and sad, and my mood was suddenly goodbye. Who is the main incense of dew powder? All into a break.
Miserable. At the window of dawn, the same belt mandarin kiss knot. When Jiang Kong was late, he forgot what Zun Qian had said. Hating that the west wind did not shelter the cicadas, he swept away the leaves of a forest. Xie Yangliu is affectionate, and there are green and cloudy seasons.
Revisited after ten years of separation, but where is the old garden? Where is the deceased? Everything in the past is like the fragrance of spring flowers disappearing, like the leaves of winter being blown away by the west wind.
Leaving the old garden, the scene along the way is also very depressed. He remembered the lin'an of the past, when every spring, people would go out in groups of three or five to go out to travel in the spring, and beautifully dressed women loved to pick bouquets of flowers in the grass. At that time, he was in his youth, and invited a few friends to ride a sedan or ride a horse in Hangzhou City on a sunny day, to see the prosperity of the city and enjoy the spring colors of the city - how leisurely and comfortable it was in the past days! And now, as the phrase "Qing Ping Le" says:
Caifang people are busy, and suddenly feel less wandering. Guests look at the spring grass, always divided by poetry. Last year's swallows, who are the swallows this year? Listening to the night rain in March, it is not a flower rush now.
The flower picking girl did not know where to go, but when he returned to his hometown, he did not have the mood of spring appreciation. The swallow who travels from the south to the north still has a home to return to, but where is his home?
Home can no longer go, fortunately the West Lake is still there. He had to send a message to the West Lake to find a little old memory.
How many times, he had wandered alone on the shore of the West Lake for a long time, walking on the Su Causeway and the White Causeway over and over again, leaning on the railing of the Xiling Bridge to look at the Li Lake over and over again, coming to the Lonely Mountain over and over again, letting the plum blossoms that were destroyed by the spring wind fall with the wind; sometimes, he would reunite with his old friends such as Zhou Mi and other old friends of the past to talk about the past - the West Lake, carrying many beautiful memories in his life. However, the West Lake is no longer the West Lake of the past. When I revisited the West Lake, I no longer had the same excitement as I had. He, or rather, they had no intention of reminiscing about the joys of the past. The scenes of the past, and the recollection of the past, will only make people feel sad and desolate.
As a literati who was talented but could not control his own destiny, Zhang Yan, like the poets of the "West Lake Bard Society" at that time, had nowhere to pour out his sorrows, and had to fill in words to express his desolate and sad mood. And their lyrics have become the last rhyme of the word world at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and they have also become the common voice of the remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty. For example, when revisiting the West Lake, Zhang Yan's "High Balcony • West Lake Spring Feeling" words:
Leaf nest warblers, flat wave curls, broken bridge oblique sun return ship. How many times can you travel? Look at the flowers again next year. The east wind and the roses live, and the roses and spring are already pitiful. Even more poignant, a thousand green xiling, a touch of desolate smoke.
Where did the swallows know back then? But the moss is deep and the grass is dark and oblique. See the new sorrow, and now also to the side of the gull. I have no intention of continuing my dreams, covering the door and sleeping drunk. Don't open the curtain. Afraid to see flying flowers, afraid to hear the crying crane.
Although it is written about the spring scenery of the West Lake, the images of the slanting sun, the broken bridge, the twilight spring, the barren smoke, the deep moss, and the dark grass in the words all reveal a sense of cold and desolate. As a remnant of a country that has lost his home country, Zhang Yan is sad as far as his eyes can see, seeing flying flowers makes him sad, smelling cuckoos makes him frightened, he just wants to avoid all this, closed the door and "drunk and idle".
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="154" > northbound</h1>
Fast forward to 1290 AD. At this time, Zhang Yan had reached the age of confusion. Because he was famous, this year, he and his friends Shen Yaodao and Zeng Xinchuan were summoned north to write the golden character "Tibetan Classic". For Zhang Yan, this is something that is forced to participate, and this helplessness and sorrow are reflected in the words "Jug in the Sky" that he wrote on the way:
At the end of the year, the middle is divided into north and south. Sushin never dreamed of it in his life, but traveled to this day. Old Liuguan River, Xieyang Ancient Road, the wind is still straight. The wild man asked, where is the fanatic?
The leaves are falling in front of you, the water is far away, and there is no trace. The grass is greener in autumn, and only the idle gulls are independent. The waves are floating in the sky, the mountains invite the clouds to go, and the Silver Pu is blue in the sky. The clasp song breaks, and the sea toad flies up to the lonely white.
Although the Yellow River has terrifying waves and a magnificent scene of the northern country, in the eyes of Zhang Yan, a wanderer who was forced to travel north, it was a helpless thing to travel north by boat for thousands of miles to come to this northern country where "fallen leaves are small" and "the grass is miserable". When he was young, he never dreamed of coming here, and now he has come out of unavoidable suffering. This made him envious of the idle gulls in satin, and if he could, he would rather transform into a bird that could fly freely and unrestrained in the sky. After going north, Zhang Yan also wrote the term "Qiluoxiang Hongye" to show his ambition:
Thousands of miles of flying frost, thousands of forests falling on trees, cold and beautiful do not attract spring jealousy. Feng Leng Wu Jiang, duke and groaned. The main ship is on the side of the ship, and the lonely village of flowing water is like a flower winding and the sun returning to the road. It is very desolate, a desolate place, and it does not carry sorrow.
Chang'an who asked tired brigade. Shame on the face of decay to borrow wine, drifting as promised. Leaning on the new makeup, not into the Luoyang flower spectrum. For the return of the wind, before dancing, all the transformation and breaking of the xia. Remember the yin and green all over the jiangnan, and listen to the dark rain at night windows.
The words written by Shang Yan are what he saw on his way north by boat in winter. "Ten thousand miles of frost, a thousand forests falling on trees" - this magnificent and desolate scene evoked his infinite sorrow. "Carrying affection and not carrying sorrow", it is the deep sorrow that he cannot dissolve.
The next word is written about his inner feelings when he arrived in the capital. No matter which dynasty, the capital city is often the most prosperous place in the country where humanities gather, but Zhang Yan sees the new capital and thinks about the old capital, in addition to feeling sad about his own life, he also secretly promised in his heart that "he is ashamed to see the decline of the face and borrow wine, floating as promised." The ambition of relying on new makeup and not entering the Luoyang flower tree - he would rather be the autumn leaves that will wither in the winter, but also to maintain the integrity of chastity, not to envy the new upstarts in the capital, let alone to be with them.
If there is anything worth nostalgic about this north trip, it is that Zhang Yan met a beautiful person in just a few months and spent a romantic time with her. Perhaps in those sad days, only this beautiful woman could relieve his worries; however, he did not want to stay in Kyoto for this feeling, and resolutely returned to Gangnam the following spring. But after returning to the south, Zhang Yan has never forgotten her, and every time he comes to the Cold Food Festival, he will remember the past in Kyoto. For her, he once composed the phrase "Nguyen Lang Gui You Huai Bei You" to express nostalgia:
The tungsten cart is connected by horses and brocade, and the incense dust is orchestrated one by one. Glimpse over the water swing. Qingming cold food day.
Floral stickers, willow overhangs. The warblers were a few drunks. Drunk in disbelief there is a crying crane. Twenty years in Gangnam.
After returning to the south, Zhang Yan still lived a life of wandering. He once lived in the area of Shaoxing Jinghu Lake, and wrote "Touching the Fish, Gao Aishan Hermitage" to express his desire to emulate Tao Yuanming's legacy:
Aiwulu and the lake are thousands of acres, and the sky is clear. Qinglan warms the green melting place, and the flower shadow reflects the sky mirror. Shapu. Look at the wild water culvert waves, across the willows across the lone boat. The sleeping gull is not awake. Even in the countryside, no one saw it, and the spring sun was illuminated obliquely.
Also save money. It is not expected that qin and jin in the mountains, Taoyuan is difficult to recognize this time. The forest is the road to eternal life, and a smile is not a shortcut. Deeper and quieter. To be distributed, the wind is cold across the crane sky. Drink with high dew. The blue dust is falling, the light shakes half the wall, and the moon is at the top of Wansong.
Although the hermitage of Gao'ai Mountain has a thousand acres of clear and mirror-like lake water, with the tranquility of the herbs and wild boats, the fantasy of crossing the crane into an immortal and the lonely mountain forest cannot make Zhang Yan forget the troubles of the world. During his seclusion, he often exchanged letters with his former old friends, and it can be seen from the words he wrote to Shen Yaodao in the "Eight Voices of Ganzhou Ji yuguan snow affair clear tour" that after returning from the north trip, his life was still miserable, there were not many confidants and friends around him, and life seemed to become more difficult:
Remember Yu Guan's snow affairs clear tour, cold and crisp mink fur. The ancient road of the dry forest, the long river drinking horses, this meaning is leisurely. Short dreams are still on the surface, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou. Word for word, leaves are sad.
Carrying bai yun back, he asked who left Chu Pei and shadowed Zhongzhou? Folding reed flowers to give away, zero fall in autumn. Flowing water to the ordinary, wild bridge, to be recruited, not the old sand gull. There is a sense of emptiness, there is a slanting sun, but I am afraid to go upstairs.
The poem was composed in 1291 AD, shortly after Zhang Yan returned north to the south. At this time, Zhang Yan often remembered walking with his friends in the northern country braving the cold on the road where the dead leaves had fallen, and the past of two or three people returning to the south by boat together, he sighed that after that, he lived alone in Shaoxing, and he was separated from his old friends in the past, and when he was more and less together, and in the place of residence, there were only general friends, there were few friends who could really make friends, as a person who had perished and was homeless, the sadness and desolation in his heart at this time could not help but increase a little. During his stay in Shaoxing, Zhang Yan also visited scenic spots in his leisure time.
There is a Penglai Pavilion at the foot of Wolong Mountain in Shaoxing, built by Qian Wei, the king of Wuyue in the fifth dynasty, named after the famous Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Shu's sentence "Who lives near Penglai". After the death of the Song Dynasty, it became a sad place for the scholars and doctors of the Southern Crossing to climb to the north. At the end of the Song Dynasty, the famous lyricist Zhou Mi once climbed this cabinet and wrote "A Rainbow Of Red Dengpenglai Pavilion Has a Feeling" to express the pain of subjugation of the country:
Step deep. The clouds are yellow and the sky is light, and the snow is not fully rested. Jianqu Hansha, Maolin Tobacco, free from the eternal leisure. The years are late, drifting away, who reads me, the same carrying five lakes boat. The ancient pine slope, the cliff is overcast and mossy, and it is a clear melancholy.
Looking back at the end of the world, several souls flew to XJTLU, and tears spilled in Dongzhou. The mountains and rivers of the homeland, the heart of the old garden, and the wang yue climbed the tower. The most pitiful of him, Qin Yan makeup mirror, good jiangshan, what is the matter at this time. In order to summon the old prisoner, the common endowment dispels worries. And the sentimental Zhang Yan also touched the scene when he boarded the Penglai Pavilion, and wrote "Reminiscences of the Old Tour Dengpenglai Pavilion":
Ask where Penglai is, the wind and moon are still there, and the river is clear. When Hugh says that the gods are immortal, the gods are idle. Laughing at me a few times to wake up drunk, Shi Lei swept away the loose yin. Ren is difficult to recruit, it is difficult to give away, and it is self-congratulatory.
Pitch into the traces, sigh a hundred years who is there, the sills are lonely. The sea is born in the dead of night, watching the crouching dragon and dreams, and flying into the autumn meditation. I also listened to the sound of the water going east, and the mountains were cold and cloudless. Looking at the extremely cold air, Xiao Xiao Han Bai was worried about the Mausoleum.
The two songs are sung and harmonized, and the words exhaust the loneliness and sentimentality of the wandering wanderers floating around, as well as the pain of the subjugation of the country that is difficult to discharge. Other wounds can still be soothed and healed, but the Song Dynasty has passed away, and as a remnant of the Southern Song Dynasty, the inner pain will never be able to be healed.
In the years that followed, Zhang Yan carried this irreparable wound and ran for his livelihood in the secular world. He ascended to Tiantai Mountain and brought this piece of sorrow to the rooftop:
Thousands of miles of lonely clouds, clear travel is getting farther and farther away, where are the old people? In the cold window dream, I remember the old way. Lianchang did not have much willow, the first was that it was difficult to hear the night rain. Long shock back to the miserable, look at the candle shadow, who is the language of the fans?
Zhang Xu returned to What Twilight? Half-zero and fallen, broken bridge gull heron. The end of the world is tired of traveling, and the heart is good and bitter at this time. Only sad to spill Xizhou tears, asked Du Qu people are not there? Fearing that the green sleeve is cold, leaning on the plum blossom tree.
In this song "The Flute Under the Moon: Ten Thousand Miles of Lonely Clouds", he transforms into a lonely cloud floating in the clear sky, feeling that his wandering career is endless, and he does not know where he will go in the next moment. He came to Siming and brought this piece of hatred for the subjugation of the country and the pain of losing his family to Siming:
Mountain wind ancient road, sea country light car, meet only in Dongying. The faint autumn light is just like this day's day. Hugh's sideburns broke the snow, and he liked to be idle and cross xiling again. And go back to the far side, take advantage of the return tide to shoot the shore, and break the pool.
Mo folded willows to the long pavilion, and the leaves were falling one after another, and they were also drifting zero. Old hidden new tricks, know the first few layers of clouds. There are still Jinju in the fence, and I want to still recognize Yuanming. To go, the most sad, nostalgic for the deceased.
In this song "Slow Voice: Farewell to the Friends of Siming", he incarnates as a willow that falls leaves in late autumn, whether he comes to Siming or is separated from his friends. The reason why his life was miserable was because it was difficult for him to forget the hatred of the country and the family in his heart, so he would rather learn from Tao Yuanming's lifelong poverty than learn from those who had no principles and soared.
Zhang Yan once stressed this determination to be a relict of the Southern Song Dynasty over and over again, such as "Shuying Meiying":
Twilight slice of the moon. It seems to be full of broken yin, and it is even more pure. Branches north and south branches, doubts and doubts, several degrees of backlights are difficult to fold. The faint girl left the soul, slowly walking out, the former village season. Looking at the night deep and the bamboo outside the horizontal slope, you should be jealous of the clouds and the extinction.
Speculum moth eyebrows faded. For the sake of appearance, alone and alone. Mo is the flower light, depicting the spring marks, not afraid of the lichen blowing through. It also shocked the sea and went sharply, illuminating the bottom of the water and the corals as if they were alive. Do it, wake up the cold with wine, empty to a court of fragrant snow.
The plum blossoms under the moonlight are otherworldly and dusty, and Zhang Yan himself, as praised in the words of plum shadows and plum blossoms, "is still more pure" and "lonely and pure", after the death of the Song Dynasty, he became a poor hermit for decades, condensing his life's painstaking efforts into a collection of words "White Clouds in the Mountains" and a lexical monograph "Etymology", leaving it for future generations to taste and comment.
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