Author: Galaxy in Water
Huang Jingren, character Han Yong, yizi Zhongze, Lu Feizi, a native of Changzhou, Jiangsu, the first of the "Seven Sons of Biling". The poet was born in the fourteenth year of Qianlong (1749) and died in the forty-eighth year of Qianlong (1783) at the age of 35.
The talented poet who died young, in his short life, experienced the most difficulties in life and the ups and downs of life. He experienced the ruthless destruction of fate, many times away from home to earn a living, on the way to experience the bitterness and pain of the detention, in the secular society upside down a life of displacement.
<h1>A tragic childhood</h1>
When the poet was five years old, his father died, and in his ignorant age he did not understand what it meant to lose his father. At that time, he did not understand the desolation of his grandparents' white-haired people sending black-haired people, nor did he understand the sadness of his widow's tearfulness, but he was young and frustrated, his personality became particularly weak and sensitive, and a casual ridicule from others could make him sad for a long time.
Under the guidance of his grandparents, he began to read and learn to write. Together with his brother, he followed his grandparents and began the days of "hearing nothing out of the window and reading only the books of the sages." Although the days are hard, the relatives are around, and they get along with each other warmly day and night.
In the twenty-fifth year of Qianlong (1760), unfortunate fate befell him again, his grandfather died, and the next year his grandmother also left. Without the protection of his grandparents, his life with his mother and brother became more difficult, and the food and clothing of three meals often became a problem. At the age of twelve, he lived a difficult life with his mother and brother.
Four years later, in the twenty-ninth year of Qianlong (1764), the sad misfortune once again came to the poet's home, and his brother Huang Gengling died of illness. After going through one funeral after another, witnessing the departure of one relative after another, the shadow of death is deeply imprinted in the poet's heart, the pain and sorrow and the fear of grief are like a shadow, he is sensitive and fragile, but he cannot fall, he still has his mother to support, which has to make him strong. For the sake of his mother, he had to live.
<h1>This is difficult to reconcile</h1>
Three years later, in the thirty-second year of Qianlong (1767), the nineteen-year-old poet married Zhao. Poor families can't come up with a few decent dowries, and the shabby wedding is paired with a marriage that is only for the sake of making things up. Although Zhao shi is virtuous, he is not the poet's favorite person, and the beautiful scenes that the poet has seen in poetry are not experienced with his wife. The things in the heart, the tears in the eyes, the people in the heart, are not the people in front of you.
The poet once had a good memory, it is said that he was a cousin of his own green plum bamboo horse, but this fate did not come to fruition. Maybe it is the cousin's family that does not agree to this marriage because of the door, or maybe the cousin's family is worried about the poet's weakness and the early death of the men in the family, or maybe the cousin is just a beautiful dream buried in the depths of the poet's heart, never fought for, worked hard, just alone and sad.
A few times the flowers sat under the blowpipe, and the silver and red walls entered the distance.
It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is shining in the middle of the night.
Lingering thoughts exhaust the cocoon, gentle heartbreak peeled after the banana.
In March and May of three or five years, the poor cup of wine never disappeared.
"Qi Huai"
Once the poet and his cousin repeatedly played a distant tune on the moonlit night when the flowers were full of branches, and the sound of the flute was gentle and lingering, just like the poet's heart. However, the distance between them seems to be a wall, in fact, the gap between them is as deep as the Milky Way, the cousin is only a beautiful wish that the poet can not hope for, he has never fantasized more, only wants her to accompany the moment, but this will eventually become the poet's luxury.
"It seems that this star is not last night", the stars are still the same, the moon is as bright as ever, but the night of the blowing pipe talk is always just once. Thinking about this unconsciously, the night gradually deepened, and the frost and dew invaded the poet's clothes, and he did not realize it, and he stood in the same place in a daze.
The poet is like a cocoon wrapped in thick thoughts, gradually exhausted by this helpless world, and his broken heart is like a peeled banana, and the sad mood is difficult to calm down for a long time. Everything that used to be there was still in his mind, even if he drunk himself, when he woke up, the person he wanted was still in his heart, lingering. But the poet is so soberly aware that the past is the past after all, and that the road of life can look back, but it can never look back.
<h1>Tried and tested</h1>
In the twenty-ninth year of Qianlong (1764), the sixteen-year-old poet took the boy examination for the first time, and among the three thousand children, he won the first place, and everyone in the township was amazed, and was favored by the prefect Pan Junke and The Zhixian Wang Zusu at that time.
Since then, poets have traveled extensively in search of famous teachers. On the way, they met hong liangji, a fellow villager, and the two studied together at Changzhou Longcheng Academy. At that time, Shao Qitao was teaching at Longcheng Academy, and the two were taught together under Shao Qitao's door and studied hard at the same window. However, the poet did not get a harvest of hard work, and the hard study did not exchange for the title of the gold list, but repeatedly lost battles and tried repeatedly.
Although the poet was never on the list after the boy tried a battle, on the road of reading, he met his mentor Shao Qitao, and also met his confidant friend Hong Liangji, and this mentor-apprentice kindness and brotherhood were the warmest ties and memories on the way to the imperial examination.
<h1>Displaced</h1>
After failing to pass many scientific expeditions, the poet began his career in the shogunate. The shogunate was composed of masters hired by the local magistrates themselves, most of whom were introduced by acquaintances and friends, and was another way out for the uninitiated readers.
This time, the poet will go to a distant place to be a guest of honor in a foreign country and seek a meager reward. He lifted the curtain to bid farewell to his mother who was about to leave, and the mother looked at this only son with white hair and infinite sorrow, and he had picked up the burden of life early, and at a young age he had two sideburns. Now he is about to leave his hometown to make a living. The mother experienced all kinds of hardships in life, and the pain of losing her in-laws, husbands, and sons in the early years had already shed the tears in her eyes, and she wanted to cry without tears at this time.
Pray to the mother river beam, white hair sad to see tears withered eyes.
On the night of the tragic firewood, it is better to have a son than nothing.
"Don't Be Old Mother"
On this stormy and snowy night, who did not want to hide in their homes and be reunited with their loved ones, but life forced the poet to push open the dark wood door and brave the wind and snow to move forward. From the perspective of his mother, he issued a sincere and simple sigh: "At this time, it is better to have a son than nothing", at this time it is better to have a son than to have no son, without a son, you do not have to be separated from him, and you do not have to suffer the pain of parting; without a son, you do not have to worry about the risk of him braving the snow along the way; without a son, you do not have to worry about his stomach in the future, miss him, worry about him, and remember him.
The poet deeply blames himself in his heart, ashamed of his mother's nurturing grace, and has to leave without repaying his kindness. What he had no choice but to do was this unfortunate fate and this poor and destitute life, and when people reached middle age, things were difficult.
<h1>The oil ran out</h1>
In the forty-eighth year of Qianlong (1783), the poet became more and more poor, unable to repay the money owed to others, and was forced to hide debts everywhere. The poet traveled all the way south from the capital to the salt transport in Hedong, so that Shen Yefu's home, the sick and weak body could no longer support it. From a young age, his physique was weak, coupled with the rush of the road, the poet was like a dim lamp who exhausted the last drop of his heart in the wind and rain, and the poet, who was only thirty-five years old, drove the crane to the west, ending his life of obedience and poverty.
"Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are bookworms." The talented poet who is full of poetry manuscripts cannot realize his ideal of toad palace, nor can he marry his beloved cousin, nor can he take care of his family, he cannot repay his kindness, and he is unable to raise young children. A lifetime of struggle in hardships and hardships, entangled in sorrow and sorrow. The books he had read and the manuscripts he had written, the cold could not cover his body, and he could not eat enough, all of which seemed to him to be useless. The evaluation of his "uselessness" is the embodiment of his sadness and helplessness.
His friend Hong Liangji heard the bad news and rushed to serve him, and helped the coffin back to his hometown so that the poet could fall leaves and return to his roots. The poems he once wrote were also compiled by Hong Liangji, and the "Two Dangxuan Collection" was printed and published, which was passed on to future generations.