Liu Chenweng a plum blossom word, wild temple remnants of plums, the moon is empty
"There were no lights in the city for several years. Night three more. Moon sky bright. Wild temple remnants of plums, village drums from the sound of spring. Long laughing children are busy dancing, He Zengjian, Xuande Shed, the city that never sleeps. Last year and this year again sad. Last year was sunny. Last year was. It's not like this year, sitting idly, but not doing it. Reminiscing about last year's people, playing candles and tears. Want to see the west window window next month, window next month, is ruthless, is sentient. "Jiangcheng plum blossom introduction : No lights in the city for several years"
1281 was the second year of the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was the year from Kublai Khan to the 18th year of the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, Liu Chenweng was 49 years old, and he lived in seclusion in the countryside of Luling, Jiangxi. It has been seven years since he watched the lights in the capital of Nanchang Province, Jiangxi Province.
In the past seven years, many major events have occurred. Seven years ago, he spent the New Year in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province. The following year, the Yuan army attacked Raozhou in Jiangxi, and his mentor Jiang Wanli, as a local official of the Song Dynasty, threw himself into the water and martyred the country. Liu Chenweng received an edict from the imperial court appointing him as a historian and a doctor of Taixue, but because the traffic was cut off, he did not make the trip, so he joined the Jiangxi shogunate of Wen Tianxiang near the yuan. Later, the shogunate disintegrated in the rebellion. He wandered around and returned to his hometown.
The year of the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty. Liu Chenweng was retrograde in the chaotic world, only to find the bones of his mentor Jiang Wanli and his children. This wish took two years to achieve, and then the hour hand pointed to this place. Another year of the First Millennium Festival.
"There were no lights in the city for several years. Three more nights, the moon is bright. ”
It can be known that in the past seven years, the country has been in turmoil, not only his chaotic world, eager to serve the country, the vast majority of cities, in recent years, there has been no Taiping Lantern Market, can not see the lights, there is no lights to see. Once the Song Dynasty was the most prosperous and wealthy country in the world, in just a few years, the country and mountains changed masters, he rushed around, and saw the chaotic disasters of the world, full of devastation.
But this year's Lantern Festival, he felt that kind of cold in the countryside. Night three more, is the Taiping Era lion dance, lively all-night day, not only here, presumably in the city, the Yuan Dynasty has just been established, but also at the time of curfew, north and south China, Lantern Festival, a silence. Only the moon, not knowing human affairs, still hanging in the sky, without fireworks and lively care, cold and cold.
Liu Chenweng walked into the wilderness.
"Wild temple remnants of plums, village drums from spring."
This is an ancient custom of sending the New Year, although it is not as lively as before, but it still has a simple ritual. It was a new year for ordinary villagers who had experienced disasters. He stood under the plum blossoms of the wild temple and heard the village drums near and far, which should be more depressed and desolate than in previous years. But this is also the spring of ordinary people.
This poem has a particularly desolate beauty, which is reminiscent of Xiao Hong's "Legend of Hulan River", those scenes that send gods. The village bulged up on the desolate earth, a tenacious prayer, a new birth, but at the same time a kind of sadness. It's the year after the calamity.
"Long laughing children are busy dancing, He Zengjian, Xuande Shed, the city that never sleeps."
Only the children in the village who have never seen the world like to celebrate the New Year the Most, dancing in groups with gongs and drums. Liu Chenweng "long smile", very charming. What can he say? How do these children know the outside world, how do they know how their parents and elders have survived in the chaotic world, how have they ever seen the Lantern festival of the prosperous scenery, the city, and even the county town will be illuminated, the Xuande shed will be erected high, the fire trees and silver flowers, and the magnificence of the night.
His laughter was subtle, gentle, and tearful, but he could only laugh.
"Last year this year was sad again, last year was sunny. Last year was. ”
I like Liu Chenweng's concise and subtle tone.
Where was he last year, at this time last year, he was in Pengze, Tao Yuanming's hometown, and met his old friend Huang Chun's father, who was already changing the dynasty of the Yuan Dynasty, and he and his friends were in pain, discussing finding Jiang Wanli's son, and in fact, they also held illusions to find an opportunity to restore the country.
At that time, the fifteenth day of the first month was also a sunny day like today. The pain of the fall of the country, two friends sang about the wine, there was generosity and sadness. At least last year he was on the road, even if there was no Lantern Festival, his heart was still full of excitement.
"It's not like this year, sitting idly, but you can't do it."
Last year, they found Jiang Wanli's son and buried Jiang Wanli. But there is no choice but to go, the Southern Song Dynasty has died, and even he can't find the organization and way out of the heavens, after the funeral of Jiang Wanli, the friend shed tears and parted, a heroic sorrow, there is no way out.
This year, I was trapped in this seemingly peaceful homeland, with no road and nowhere to go.
"Remembering last year's people, playing candles and tears."
He is still in his prime. Less than fifty years old, and most of my friends are like this. Last year's people also included his mentor, who had generously sunk himself, and martyred for the country. Like the past, but a few years, the times have changed dramatically, the family and country have changed their surnames, not to mention the yuan meng iron hoof, this is the shame of the country!
"I want to see the west window next month. Window next month, is ruthless, is sentient. ”
"When he cut the candle in the west window, when it rains at night." This is his nostalgia for the like-minded Huang Chun's father, and the two of them have completed the righteous act of burying Jiang Wanli together. But it was clear that they could not contact each other again. Because Liu Chenweng was once a high-ranking official of the Song Dynasty, and he had a resume of resisting the Yuan. Without the right opportunity, he can no longer associate with others in his former capacity.
For this reason, he pushed away the way that the Yuan Dynasty could enter the old officials, and the only thing he could do was to write and teach. He had the ambition to restore the country and martyrdom, but he never had the opportunity to give it to him again.
He thought that the friends he couldn't contact must know that his heart was like a bright moon. His lack of connection is both ruthless and sentient. He didn't want to see another senseless death.
But he will tell the students about the past, we once had a brilliant civilization, created a splendid culture and prosperity. Revitalize the rivers and mountains to be reborn! Like a plum blossom, he will guard the spring and children in the desolation after this chaotic world.
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