Author: Zhang Dongxiao
Zhang Ruoxuan and his "Spring River Flower Moon Night" are like Van Gogh and his "Sunflower", who are lonely and nameless before they die, and the light behind them is overwhelming. In fact, it was not until the Song Dynasty that Zhang Ruoxu and his poem became known to the world, three hundred years after Zhang Ruoxuan's time. In the past three hundred years, Hu Yinglin's understanding of Zhang in the Ming Dynasty has improved again. For another three hundred years, Wang Minyun called it "a lonely piece, but it became everyone", and he smelled a lot of praise and said, "This is the poem in the poem, the peak on the peak". After a thousand years, Zhang Ruoxuan and his "Spring River Flower Moon Night" were finally pushed onto the altar.
Waiting is painful, but waiting is also hopeful. There is soil, there are seeds, spring will come, flowers will bloom. Zhang Ruoxu was undoubtedly lucky. He waited for the day when his poems shone brightly.
Zhang Ruoxuan lived in the most enviable era in Chinese history, the Kaiyuan Dynasty. Like Meng Haoran at the same time, neither the old and new Tang Books gave him a specialty. However, from He Zhizhang's biography, "Zhizhang and Yuezhou He Chao, Wan Qirong, Yangzhou Zhang Ruoxu, Xing Ju, Huzhou Baorong, Wu and Yuezhishi, Wenzi Junxiu, famous in Shangjing" This record is also enough to let us know something about his life - Zhang Ruoxuan was already famous at that time, and the current fame is just a kind of compensation.
This is somewhat comforting to me.
After all, it would be a pity if someone who wrote such a gorgeous verse really starved to death on the streets or did nothing.
(1) Spring: The bright moon on the sea is born together
The poem has a total of two "spring" characters, the first of which is "spring", which also sets the tone of this spring night song - nature, vitality, optimism, hope.
The tide of the Spring River is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.
With the waves of thousands of miles, where the spring river has no moon!
The spring tide hao hao soup, connecting the river surface with the sea surface. This is the power of nature. This kind of power is "spring tide with rain late to rush, wild crossing unmanned boat self-crossing", in Bai Juyi is "Lonely Mountain Temple North Jia Ting West, the water surface is initially flat cloud feet low", in Su Shi is "bamboo outside the peach blossom three or two branches, spring river plumbing duck prophet".
Zhang Ruoxuan's vision seemed broader, perhaps it was also the power of this spring tide. He set his sights on the sea.
A bright moon rises on the sea, between the waves, at the time of the rising tide...
In the face of this situation, when the prime minister Zhang Jiuling once exclaimed the good sentence "The sea is born of the bright moon, and the end of the world is at this time". They are poets of the same era, and there is no need for us to inquire about who is early and who is late for such a beautiful sentence, perhaps this is the common wisdom root of poets. Jin Shengsi said that poetry has always come to the poet on its own initiative, and there is no need for the poet to rack his brains to write. The one who can make the poem take the initiative to vote is probably Hui Gen. Ordinary people like me, even if they face the sea, will only be confused, and there will be absolutely no spring blossoms.
Imagination is the soul of poetry.
The view in front of you always has an end, but the view in your heart is unlimited. Therefore, Li Bai can "have three thousand white hairs" in the poem, and can "suspect that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days", and In the poem, Du Fu can "cross the WuXia Gorge from the Ba Gorge and then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang". At this moment, Zhang Ruoxuan showed the level of a top poet, and he began to let go of himself and imagine freely. In the moonlight, the waves rolled over, one after another, for thousands of miles. At this moment, all the spring rivers in the world are illuminated by the moon, and the moonlight shines on the tip of the waves.
What an imagination and boldness! Du Fu once had a sentence that "the stars are hanging flat and the wilderness is wide, and the moon gushes and the river flows", but on the whole, Du Fu's poetry realm is too fierce, and it is a little less feminine than Zhang Ruoxuan's sentence "The spring river follows the waves for thousands of miles, where the spring river has no moon". And Du Fu's scenery only has the Yangtze River, and Zhang Ruoxu's heart is all the "river water" in the world.
In a great work or a great poem, the author is definitely not only concerned with himself, but with the wider world and life. Zhang Ruoxuan's heart is a round of bright moon, this bright moon hangs high in his heart, reflected in the river under the world, running endlessly, swaying, dazzling. Like a spring field, full of greenery, full of flowers and full of vitality.
The hope of the spring tide overflows the river and flows in all directions.
(2) Jiang: Jiang Yue was illuminated at the beginning of the year
Confucius could not help but sigh in the face of the mighty Yangtze River, "The deceased is like a sifu." Du Fu ascended the river in autumn and looked far away with the feeling that "the boundless falling wood is under Xiao Xiao, and the Yangtze River is not exhausted."
Human beings seem to be great, but in the face of nature, they suddenly become small.
The Yangtze River can run forever, the moon can be eternally charming, but what about human beings? In this world, the only people who were originally hurried by are those of us who think we are great human beings.
Zhang Ruoxuan's understanding is far more sober and thorough than that of my latecomer.
The river and the sky are colorful, and the lonely moon is hanging high. Zhang Ruo was too vain to ask, "Who on the banks of the river first saw the moon?" When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? ”
Yes, who saw the first rays of moonlight on this riverbank? When did the first rays of moonlight on the banks of this river begin to shine on the world?
Scientists say that time has no past and no future, and some only have the present. But those things that have been said and done on the road are obviously written in the mind, is it actually an illusion?
Even today we can still stand in the position where Zhang Ruoxuan once stood, but I don't know if the moon can still remember that a thousand years ago, there was such a young man who looked at him so affectionately?
After all, Zhang Ruoxuan was Zhang Ruoxuan, and his question actually had an answer in his heart.
Life is infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.
The world's generations are endless, and the moon on the river is eternal. Some things have changed, some things have not changed, but from Tang to Song, from Song to Ming, to Qing, what exactly has not changed?
Is it the moon in the sky? I do not know. Zhang Ruoxuan didn't seem to know either, so he was also asking questions.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
Who are you waiting for? Isn't a thousand years enough? Do you really want the mountains and the earth to be willing to give up? Where is the emperor in the cabinet now, and the Yangtze River outside the sill is empty!
The later Su Shi also asked the wine in the face of Mingyue, "I don't know what year this night is." It is said that the years are merciless, but it is this ruthless years that have left us with so much beauty to sing and cry. Yes, in the torrent of years, we will eventually be a wave, but this is not terrible - as long as we live with our hearts, the wave, may be small, may be fleeting, but it will also be unique, and it will also bloom with its own light.
Just like Zhang Ruoxuan, a poem is enough.
(3) Flowers: Poor spring half does not return home
The flower is not the protagonist of the poem, but the green leaves. This is a bit like Mengjiao's "Spring breeze triumphant horseshoe disease, a day to see the Chang'an flowers".
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flower forest is like a thunderbolt;
The frost in the air did not feel flying, and the white sand on the ting could not be seen.
The river meanders and flows among the flowers on both sides of the river, and the moonlight is misty, reflecting in the trees full of flowers, and the splashing water droplets jump and flicker. The moon is like frost, dancing softly, and the white sand and moonlight on the continent are fused together, and it has long been impossible to distinguish where the white sand is and where the moonlight is.
When I read this poem, I suddenly remembered Yuan Shu's sentence "Lazy review in the hundred flowers, half edge cultivation and half edge jun". The two scenes that seemed to be completely untouchable could even fit perfectly in my heart. Why? "Moon" is a beautiful person, "Jiang" is a prince - his meandering flow is only for the gentleness of the moon!
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats? Isn't the moonlight flying for the sake of rewarding the confidant of "Jiang"? Year after year, year after year, this is eternity.
The second "flower" word in the poem is already a dream. The "falling flowers" in the dream do not bode well.
Falling flowers intentionally flow mercilessly, Yang flowers fall to the end of the rules of the cry, falling flowers are also in the season, flying rain falls in the flowers... These sentences about falling flowers are more or less sad. The falling flowers in the poem are undoubtedly the same way, which may also be the only place in the poem's many imagery to follow the old system.
Last night's idle pond dream fell flowers, poor spring half did not return home.
It's been most of the spring, so why haven't you come back? Do you not want to go back or can't go back?
Poor indeterminate river bones, like people in spring dreams. Many verses cannot be read together, otherwise it is too sad.
But what else can it be? If you don't want to go back, aren't you just as miserable?
Hatred is not as good as the tide has faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep.
The most dismissive thing is just lovesickness—your lovesickness, his disdain.
(4) Month: May the flowers flow month by month
The moon should be the poet's best friend, it seems that all the poets in history who are called famous have written poems about the moon, and the best works related to the moon are endless.
Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, to the shadow into three people, this is Li Bai is too lonely, can not find anyone to drink and pulled up the moon.
The most amorous is the atrium month, just like the flowers falling from the people, this is Zhang Bi's own amorous, nowhere to vent but to push on the moon.
The incense mist was wet and the jade arms were cold, which du Fu missed when he looked at the moon in the chaos of war.
Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and night heart, this is Li Shangyin's exclamation.
Where the wine wakes up tonight, Yang Liu'an, Xiao Feng and the moon, this is Liu Yong's suffering.
Therefore, the poet writes that the moon is so unflected, it will smash the signboard.
What is the trick of Zhang Ruoxuan's "month"?
Zhang Ruoxuan's "moon" is like an amorous woman - I don't know who Jiang Yue treats. She waited quietly for her lover, at the river's edge, in the Mingyue Building.
Poor upstairs moon wandering, should be illuminated away from the people makeup mirror table. This sentence is somewhat similar to Zhang Bi's "month". I really don't know where to start, and I have always gone deeper.
The jade curtain could not be rolled up, and the anvil was whisked back.
This poem forms the invisible "acacia", which is Zhang Ruoxuan's second "trick". The thoughts in her heart, the lovesickness in his heart, the curtains can't be rolled up, and the clothes are not lost. Later, Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty "cut continuously, rationalized and chaotic, is away from sorrow, do not have a taste in the heart" from the expression of the method is consistent. This technique also allowed Li Qingzhao to write a good sentence that "there is no way to eliminate this feeling, only to raise an eyebrow, but to the heart".
At this time, they do not hear each other, and they are willing to shine month by month.
True love is to hope that the other party is happy, and the woman in Zhang Ruoxu's poem is selfless. She imagined watching a round of bright moon at the same time as her crush at this moment, although there was no news from him, but she asked the moon to send acacia, hoping that this moonlight would accompany him.
It's not just a thought, it's a blessing. I sent my heart and the bright moon, and followed the wind until the night Langxi. May people be long-lasting, and thousands of miles will be cherished together. This mixture of sorrow and blessing blends into the moonlight, and eventually turns into a prayer, praying for his peace.
True love is all the same, and it is enough to be good.
(5) Night: Where Acacia Mingyue Building
The spring tide is surging and the river is endless. The night is dark and thoughts are racing.
Who's flat boat tonight? Where is Acacia Mingyue Building?
From heaven and earth to earth, Zhang Ruoxuan continued to ask questions.
Which wanderer is drifting in a boat tonight? Where is someone thinking of love on the upstairs where the moon shines?
Such a night should be a reunion of thousands of families, but unfortunately there are still people wandering away? Since someone is wandering, then there is someone who loves.
Liu Changqing's sentence "Return to the people in the stormy night" wrote the sadness of the wanderer to the fullest, and Yan Shu's sentence "Last night the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the road to the end of the world" portrayed the thoughts of the boudoir into three points.
Where is Zhang Ruoxuan's question valuable?
He's not writing about himself. Liu Changqing is writing about himself, and Yan Shu is also writing about himself, but Zhang Ruoxuan is not. This kind of emotional expression of "for giving new words to force sorrow" seems to be slightly flat, but the most precious thing about human beings is that "feeling the sorrow of others and the sorrow of others" This kind of "pity" or "benevolent heart" is the root of the continuous progress of our society.
The long flying of the wild geese is not enough, and the ichthyosaurs dive into the water.
This sentence is similar to the younger Li Shangyin's "Pengshan has no more roads to go, and the blue bird is attentive to visit". It was just that Zhang Ruoxu entrusted it to "Hongyan", and Li Shangyin chose "Blue Bird".
The wild goose could not fly out of the moonlight just as Sun Monkey could not escape the palm of the Buddha's hand. But fortunately, there are still ichthyosaurs to help, and the ripples of their jumps and floods are endless with the river.
This is probably the most difficult sentence in the whole poem to understand. Although Hongyan can't pass on the book, as long as there is a heart, this flowing water and this moon can also deliver thoughts. This is more like an answer or explanation given to zhang Ruoxuan. The wanderers who are far away from home, the families who are bitter in their hometowns, thousands of miles apart, but they are still worried about each other, and this concern can be integrated into the moon or the water, after all, there is only one moon, and the water under the whole world is also connected.
Water and acacia were originally the intention of being one, but later Li Yu's "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" and Li Qingzhao's "flowers floating from zero water to flow" were too famous, and the intention in the water was also "less and less acacia, more and more hatred".
Tonight the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose house autumn will fall.
On the night of the moon, whether it is spring or autumn, whether it is ancient or modern, thoughts or sorrows are equally rampant.
(6) Zhang Ruoxuan: On the banks of the Spring River, under the bright moon
Spring, river, flower, moon, night, these five kinds of imagery have long been dissolved in the poem, inseparable. Because they are all in Zhang Ruo's heart. This young man on the bank of the Spring River, under the bright moon, with a warm heart, melts and merges them.
The river flows in the spring, and the river pool falls and the moon slopes to the west.
The river is about to run out with spring light, and the moon on the waterhole is about to set in the west. This kind of "flowing end" is another reincarnation, another beginning, not a lament of "flowing water falling flowers and going to spring". The "fu" in the poem has the meaning of "mountains and rivers are doubtful and have no way, willows are dark and flowers are bright and another village", and the river water and the moonlight are eternal.
The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road.
I don't know how many people returned by the moon, and the falling moon shook the river tree.
This is the real Zhang Ruoxuan, who returns to reality from his wanderings - at this time, the oblique moon has slowly sunk and slowly disappeared in the sea fog; and the distance between himself and his hometown (Xiaoxiang) is getting farther and farther away. Tonight, I don't know how many people can take advantage of the moonlight to go home, only the west-setting moon swaying away from love, sprinkling the woods by the river.
No matter how far we fly, there is always a place in the world that makes us stumble and let us desperately look back and miss, that is, home, where there is the world of birth and support, there is the father and mother who give birth to themselves.
At this moment, Zhang Ruoxuan did not have the immortal qi of wandering too vainly, did not have the benevolent heart of compassion for heaven and people, and some were just the thoughts of an ordinary person for his hometown. Such a return is like a return to the basics, so that the poem has taken the ground, so that the previous imagination has a foundation and roots.
(vii) Epilogue: A thousand years
After all, personnel or life is not empty or virtual, and it is not at all like Zhang Ruoxuan's name. All things are real, past, happening, not happening, all that hasn't happened. It's just that some of us know, some of which we don't know. Don't aspire to know everything, after all, time is limited, and what we have to grasp is what we know.
Cherish the present, cherish every moment, maybe that moment is the eternity of life. Although we know that no winter is insurmountable, although we know that no spring will not come, but when this winter is far away, when this spring comes, who will remember the retrograde footprints and backs in the snow in the spring river flower moon?
But there are stories that deserve to be sung forever. Time may smooth everything out, even smooth out memories. Putting aside the correct history of those who have made biographies for the princes and generals, and opening the legends and stories that record the peddlers and pawns, the warmest thing is often those inadvertent moments, just like the night when Zhang Ruoxu swam on the Yangtze River at night, and his divine dragon appearance made the world worship and be fascinated.
A song of a thousand years, an instant eternity. is for the record.
【About the author】Zhang Dongxiao, male, from Pingyu County, Henan Province, now settled in Beijing, loves to write, and his articles are scattered on the Internet.