In the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, it was tears to say, and the people who lived in that period were even more tearful. The literati of that period coexisted with purity and sorrow, and pride and tragedy coexisted. There is a high level that despises the imperial court, and there is also the ambition to worry about the world.
It feels like a person with a dual personality, but there are still many such literati in that period. The man I am talking about today is such a guy, his name is Zhu Dunru.

He was born with a good life and threw himself into the homes of the rich and noble. He has read a lot of books and is a well-known wizard in the world. Although he had the talent of the heavens and the earth, he looked down on the court's struggle for fame and profit, and he felt that these people were tired and live a vulgar life. Coupled with the fact that my family has money, with our modern people to come, my family has hundreds of acres of land, cars and houses, why do I still come out to do the vulgar things of part-time work? Is it not good to turn over books when you are at home and do rice worms?
So this one came to ask the official, and he said", "Don't go"! The one who came, please say, "Come, do it for your high official," and he will go back to the house and "roll"! Anyway, I have no interest in being an official. This emperor is also not dead-hearted, once he does not do it twice, and if he does not do it twice, he will not do it three times. You're not coming, are you? I will knock on the door every day, and I will stop by to explain to you the reasoning and the consequences of not going. Anyway, if you don't come, you'll be disgusted to death. Zhu Dunru didn't want to go anymore, but the people in his family were afraid. Although barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, but now it is a big business, this shoe is expensive to wear, just can't afford ah. So the one in the family, the one who came to cry, finally tricked him into going to the capital.
At this time, the emperor's old son can be happy and bad, people are famous, not to mention the jinshi, the title is not necessarily comparable to him, giving him a jinshi status is not excessive, right? People with such a big reputation come over, should they give a bigger official? So the benefits are great, and everything that can be given is given.
Zhu Dunru is also really capable, and everything he does is orderly. But the proverb says it well: the people on the boat don't work hard, even if the people on your shore roar and break their waists. This emperor does not specialize in government affairs, can a high-ranking person solve the problem? Just like seeing a doctor and not finding the root of the disease, can this disease be cured?
Later, this Zhu Dunru vigorously advocated the War of Resistance, and made the emperor angry. You old thing, no matter how talented you are, you can't give me this boss a contrarian tune all day long, right? Good thing I'm also your boss, can't you respect me? So when someone impeached him, he was directly dismissed from office. Let's all stop for a moment, you scold me every day, I'm also human, I can't stand it.
This Zhu Dunru didn't think so, you came to beg me to be an official, and I didn't come with a thick face. You say stop me now
That's it, when who doesn't know how to count? You can't look up to me, I still look down on you, I don't want to come. Simply ask for retirement.
After the Jing Kang Rebellion, this Zhu Dunru fled with his family to the Southern Song Dynasty. During this period, he saw the mountains and rivers of the past devastated, and the heart that had cooled was once again ignited. Under the influence of Qin Juniper, a traitor, he served as Shaoqing.
Unfortunately, he, a person who was the main force of resistance, once again chose the wrong boss, and finally "I would have had my heart set on the bright moon, but the bright moon shone in the ditch." During this period, he filled in many excellent works that worried the country and the people. Finally, my heart was cold again, and I retreated to the rivers and lakes again.
This Zhu Dunru has talent, arrogance, and a little neuroticism. But his literary achievements are very high, and his style of words is simple and easy to understand, free and fresh, and very reclusive. The so-called "Zhu Xi Zhen Body" or "Qiao Ge Body" had a deep influence on the hidden word style at that time.
Today, I will read one of his poems during the Southern Song Dynasty, "Su Mu Sha"
Su MuSha
The wine jug is empty, and the song fan is gone. Leaning alone in a dangerous building, infinitely sad.
The grass is cloudy and twilight. The mountains and rivers of the homeland, a shower of yellow plum rain.
Wizards, useless. The grand festival drifts to zero, and suffers a lot from the world.
To refer to the void to ask for the way. Looking back on the storm, I did not bear to resign to the Lord.
The whole vernacular of the poem is: the wine in the jug has been drunk, and the dancing people are gone. I was leaning upstairs alone, feeling infinitely sad. In the distance, the grass reaches the edge of the sky, connected to the thin clouds. That is the old mountains and rivers of my Song Dynasty, looking around, the mountains and rivers of the homeland are still there, but the home country has been broken, and the sky is drifting with plum rain, which is even more sad.
The second half of the que is like venting: there is a recognized wizard here. It's a pity that this emperor doesn't use me. I have a lot of blood in my air, but here my ambitions are drifting, and I see people living in the depths of the water. I wanted to lead the army and clean up the old mountains and rivers, but the boss was scared to death. Look at this court, look at these officials, there is not a good thing. When will I meet a true Ming Jun?
The whole song is filled with tragedy and helplessness. Most of the people with lofty ideals who lived at that time were this voice. Later, he really couldn't stand this court and went back to the hidden mountains and forests. Unfortunately, this prodigious genius, if he meets the Ming Lord, may be Liu Bowen of the Song Dynasty.