Huang Liang's Dream - Tang Xianzu of Handan Chronicles

Many people may not be familiar with "Handan Chronicle", but when it comes to the idiom of "Huang Liang Yi Dream", everyone knows it. Today we will tell its story.

The protagonist of the story is called "Lu Sheng", he is different from Tang Xianzu's hero, the hero, he is an ordinary person, such as you and me in this multitude of sentient beings. He was obsessed with fame and fortune. If you want to be famous overnight, get rich overnight. Lü Dongbin saw that he was bent on pursuing fame and wanted to enlighten him, so he gave him a porcelain pillow. Lu Sheng fell asleep on this porcelain pillow and fell asleep.

In the dream, Lu Sheng married the rich family Qianjin Cui, and his wife Cui Shi took out a lot of silver money and bribed the examiner, and then Lu Sheng won the title. Lu Sheng is a person who is intertwined with good and evil, a synthesis of contradictions, and a person who is both good and evil. After he became a high school student, he was not subject to the influence of Yu Wenrong, the current chancellor; this was his upright side. However, when he was serving in the Hanlin Academy, he used his power to secretly write the name of his wife Cui Shi in the official documents and obtain a title for his wife; this was his selfish side. During his tenure as an official, he also had the merit of opening the border and defending the peace of the party, and whoever thought, after making meritorious deeds, he immediately ordered people to record his outstanding military merits and the merits of the people on the Tianshan Leshi; this was his wanton side.

After that, Quan Xiang Yuwen Rong fabricated the charge of Lu Sheng's collaboration with the enemy and treason, and questioned Lu Sheng as a capital crime, between life and death, Cui Shi's death was unjust, and the emperor gave Lu Sheng to avoid death, but the living sin could not escape, and he was relegated to Lingnan. After that, Lu Sheng was wronged, and Ban Shi returned to the dynasty, was honored as the "Superior Minister", and also held the military power, and regained the favor of the emperor, however, at this time, Lu Sheng had reached his twilight years. He was addicted to women all day and eventually fell ill. Before his death, he still remembered his position in the official revision of the annals of history, nor did he forget to "care for his children and grandchildren." He thought that several of his children had been given official positions, only the youngest child was still young, and he was afraid that he would not be taken care of after his death, so he tried to get an official position for his youngest son. After arranging all this, he died safely.

When Lu Sheng experienced this big dream of prosperity and decline in life, he woke up and saw that the yellow sorghum rice cooked for him by Xiao Er was still not cooked in the pot.

This is the story of Huang Liang's dream.

After reading this play, I thought that when Tang Xianzu wrote this play, what he felt in his heart was not only sadness for someone and a certain thing, but also more sentimental about the existence of people. If everything we pursue in life is just a dream, then what value and meaning does our existence have? After all, heroes have no way to serve the country is only an isolated case, because heroes are only a minority. But Lu Sheng, an ordinary person, like many of us, is only striving for the glory of his own self and the shadow of his wife, which is also the dream of most of us. But what is the ultimate in life? Tang Xianzu just wants to tell us that life is a process, and the pursuit of these worldly things is only a big dream in the end.

If life is a big dream, then will we who are dreaming also wake up at a certain point?

A lot of times, I always think about how nice it would be if I woke up now, in high school self-study class. At that time, maybe the wind outside the window was blowing sycamore leaves, and the pieces were flying; maybe the students in the back row were still solving the function that had been wrong countless times; maybe our class flower classmates were still burying their heads in English; maybe our old class was hiding in the gap in the back door and staring at us...

PS: No matter what we're going through now, the time that slipped away, there's no going back. Every other day is the youngest day of our lives. So, when the sun rises from the sea level, please, look at yourself in the mirror, smile, and then, set out for your dreams!