The ancient literati knew how to express their inner feelings with sad poems or lyrics. They could indirectly reflect the darkness of society to express their dissatisfaction with the modern world. Poetry was their spiritual world, and they used it to entrust their inner world.
Jian Chuan held the Chinese textbook and read Liu Yong's poem," Yu Linling." Unknowingly, he started reading aloud by himself.
Cold cicada sad, facing the long pavilion late, the rain just stopped. There was no food to drink in the tent of the capital gate, and the orchid boat was destroyed. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of the thousands of miles away from the misty waves, the evening mist sank into the vast sky. Since ancient times, sentimental separation has hurt, but it is more worthy of cold autumn festival. Where can I wake up tonight? Willow shore, morning wind and waning moon. It has been a year since I left, and it should be a good time and a good scenery in vain. Even if there are a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, but also with whom to say.
Han Siyu said to Jian Chuan,"Do you like this poem too?"”
"You like it too?" Jian Chuan nodded and asked.”
Han Siyu also nodded like Jian Chuan and said,""Do you want to hear what I know about Liu Yong?”
Jian Chuanhe said bluntly,""Then I'm all ears."
Han Siyu said affectionately,"Liu Yong (ca. 987-ca. 1053), from Chong 'an (now Mount Wuyi in Fujian). He was a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty and the most representative figure of the graceful and restrained school.'Yu Linling' was his representative work. His original name was San Bian, also known as Jingzhuang. Later, he changed his name to Yong, the word Qi Qing. He's ranked seventh, also known as the Seventh Liu."
Jian Chuan nodded and said,""I know this. It's all in the notes in the book. Can you tell me something I don't know?”
"This is the most basic thing, so of course you should know."”
Jian Chuan nodded and continued," The poem you just read is one of his representative works. It could also be said to be his famous work. Due to his bumpy official career and poor life, Liu Yong turned from pursuing fame to being tired of officialdom. He indulged in the charming and prosperous urban life, looking for sustenance in "leaning on the red and cuddling the green" and "singing softly".”
"As the first lyricist to concentrate on writing lyrics in the Northern Song Dynasty, I am the most talented. Liu Yong was also a great Ci poet of the Northern Song Dynasty and had an important position in the history of Ci. He expanded the realm of Ci and wrote many excellent works. Not only did he open up the subject matter and content of Ci, but he also wrote a large number of slow Ci, developed the narrative technique, promoted the popularity and verbalization of Ci, and had a great influence on the history of Ci.”
Jian Chuan listened carefully, trying hard to find her loophole. She said,"He is a Jingyou Jinshi, an official Tuntian Yuanwailang. He was unrestrained and unruly, and he was down and out all his life. When he died, he was buried with money donated by geisha. Most of his poems describe the city scenery and the life of singing girls, especially good at describing the feelings of traveling and serving.”
Jian Chuan looked at Han Siyu and said,""Wait, you said that Liu Yong's official career was bumpy and his life was down and out. He turned from pursuing fame to being tired of officialdom and indulged in the beautiful and prosperous city life. Also, you said that when he died, he was buried with money donated by the courtesans. Therefore, many of his poems described the city scenery and the life of a courtesan, especially good at describing the feelings of traveling and serving.”
"Yeah, not bad." Han Siyu nodded. According to the folk legend, Liu Yong was destitute in his later years and died penniless. Xie Yuying, Chen Shishi, and a group of famous courtesans remembered his talent and infatuation and gathered money to bury him. At the funeral, all the famous courtesans in Tokyo came. Half of the city was dressed in white and mourned. Xie Yuying put on mourning clothes for him, and two months later, she passed away because she missed Liu Yong. After his death, there was no family memorial ceremony. Every year on the Qingming Festival, the singing girls would make an appointment to go to his grave to pay homage. They would follow each other and become accustomed to it. It was called "Diao Liu Qi" or "Diao Liu Hui", also known as "Group of prostitutes alloy buried Liu Qi".
Jian Chuan remembered that he had just played a big knife in front of Guan Yu and said with some shame,"You know quite a lot. It makes me feel very ashamed. You said that Liu Yong's official career was bumpy, then do you think that he is a person who thirsts for fame and fortune?”
Han Siyu thought for a while and said,"From the surface of his words, Liu Yong doesn't look down on fame and fortune. He even has a rebellious spirit." In fact, I personally feel that this is just a complaint after disappointment. In my bones, I still can't forget the fame. On the one hand, he said in "Like Fish and Water","Floating fame and fortune, intending to fight for rest." Don't worry about right or wrong. On the other hand, he consoled himself by saying,"Wealth is not up to people. Sometimes, you will have high aspirations and need to be rewarded." Therefore, not long after his first defeat in the examination field, he regrouped and fought again in the examination field. "Therefore, I personally think that he is still passionate about fame and fortune. It's a pity that his talent is not met and his ambition is difficult to fulfill.”
Jian Chuan listened to Han Siyu's explanation and nodded in agreement. He then asked,""Then what style do you think Liu Yong's poems have?”
Han Siyu touched her chin and said logically,"His style? Liu Yong was one of the four banners of the "Wan Yue School" in the Northern Song Dynasty. His poems were long and sad, filled with love, and the artistic conception of word formation was refined and unrestrained. His words are harmonious and gentle in temperament, plain and light, and better at blending scenes. Liu's Ci also uses new tunes and beautiful tunes, which are charming and close to emotion and rich in musical beauty.
Although Jian Chuan listened to her carefully, he still didn't understand. He asked her again,""Then which poem do you like the most?”
"I like Yu Linling and Butterfly in Love with Flowers," Han Siyu said directly.”
Jian Chuan had a few question marks in his head. He repeated,""Butterfly in Love with Flowers."
Han Siyu nodded to Jian Chuan,""Yes, do you want to hear this poem?”
Jian Chuan asked in a doubtful tone,""You know how to recite."
Han Siyu recited the poem affectionately." I lean against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, I look at the sorrow of spring, and the darkness is born in the sky. In the grass color, smoke and light, there is no word, who will rely on the meaning of the barrier? I want to get drunk and sing while drinking. It's tasteless to force music. My belt gradually widened, but I never regretted it, because I was so haggard.”
Jian Chuan gave his applause and said,""You're really amazing. You can recite this poem completely. But I only remember the last two sentences,'I will not regret it when my belt is gradually widened, and I will be haggard because of Yi.”
Han Siyu smiled and said," Yes, it's a good thing you remembered the last two sentences. These two sentences are the classic parts of this poem. In the past exams, these two sentences were tested.”
Jian Chuan explained to himself,"Now we just need to remember his famous sentences, and we can win some marks in the exam." You know him so well, but you won't test him in the examination hall. Do you feel like you're wasting your time and doing something useless? Is it worth it?。”
Han Siyu: " Is there any meaning in studying like you guys?"
"There are many things in life that are meaningless."”
Han Siyu explained herself," That's true. You only like someone's words to get good grades in the exam. You can't even use the word 'like' to describe you. You just memorize his famous phrases. In other words, what you like is not his lyrics, but the scores.”
Jian Chuan seemed to think that Han Siyu had already understood what he meant, but she was still lecturing him with this sentence, so he said unwillingly,"Studying Liu Yong is something that literary scholars or people who study Chinese literature do. All we can do is score a few more marks. You can say that we memorize his lyrics, or that we don't know how to appreciate them or that we don't deserve to appreciate them. Anyway, he has nothing to do with me, and we don't have that much time to get to know him.”
Han Siyu could sense that Jian Chuan was not convinced. In order to convince Jian Chuan, she thought for a while and said,""Then the poem you recited just now was these few lines: 'Where can I wake up tonight? Willow shore, morning wind and waning moon. It has been a year since I left, and it should be a good time and a good scenery in vain. Even if there are a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, who else can I tell? How did you feel at that time?"
Jian Chuan didn't even think about it and said,"It's a little sad and emotional."”
"What are you feeling sad about?" Han Siyu continued to ask.”
Jian Chuan thought for a long time and found that he couldn't find a good way to express his sadness at the moment, so he said directly,"I don't know how to say this."
Han Siyu explained for Jianchuan," That's because you're a little sad. You're sad that you don't have anyone to confide in. You want to use this poem to express your grief. Am I right?"”
Jian Chuan felt a little strange. He didn't expect her to see through him. He lowered his head and whispered,""You know micro-language, or you can see through other people's hearts.”
Han Siyu shook her head." I don't really understand the micro-language that's popular on the Internet, and I can't see through other people's hearts." Did you know? This poem was a farewell poem.
Before Liu Yong, there were many poems that described the sorrow of parting. However, because Liu Yong was a long-term wanderer, he had a unique experience of life. Therefore, when he wrote the parting of a pair of lovers, it was different from the traditional farewell words of the red house, the deep courtyard, the spring flowers, and the autumn moon. Instead, it showed a kind of vast and open atmosphere.
The first part of this poem was about the reluctance to part, and the second part was about the loneliness and sadness after parting. Therefore, this poem originally revealed a trace of sadness, so I guessed that you were a little sad.”
Jian Chuan looked at Han Siyu with wide eyes and said,""Now I should have a whole new level of respect for you. I feel that the poems you like are not only beautiful, but you can also understand the inner world of some poets and even explore the inner world of poets. Unfortunately, you weren't born in Liu Yong's era.”
"Why would I be born in Liu Yong's era?" Han Siyu asked.”
"You were born in that era, and you were able to drink and chat with Liu Yong, so you would definitely be regarded as Liu Yong's lifelong confidante."”
Han Siyu chuckled and said,"You can continue to attack me!" Moreover, women had a low social status in ancient times. The kings or scholars believed that a woman's lack of talent was virtue. If I was in his era, my life would definitely be miserable. To take a step back and say,'This world is also very good. We can use these words to explore their inner world, not another delicacy.'”
"Hehe, that's true." Right now, we just need to get a good score. Who cares about the inner world of a poet? I'm afraid there are very few people in the world who can let you do as you do.”
Han Siyu: " I just feel that their inner spiritual world is very rich, and they have also left us a brilliant cultural treasure. We study hard in order to get into a good school, but we don't have to study hard. Society doesn't need those who study hard. Even if you were admitted to a good university now, you would still be eliminated by this world when you were born in society in the future. On the contrary, those who did not study hard might become pillars of society.”
"You're right. I don't know what to say to refute you."”
"You're not refuting me because you think what I said makes sense." Although I like to explore their inner world, you don't have to worry. I'm not out of touch with this world.”
"Hehe, you're quite interesting."”
"That's true, hehe."
"Hehe." He looked at the girl in front of him and thought, I haven't talked to you like this in a long time. I haven't seen you smile so brightly either. It's so good to see you smile.
"Why have you been so quiet recently?"”
"Is there?"
"Yeah, I haven't talked to you in a long time." I feel like you've been acting strange since I saw you in the bamboo forest. Can you tell me what's going on?”
"Don't think too much, it's really fine."”
"You didn't really think that I was waiting for someone and was on a date with someone, did you?" Han Siyu said shyly.”
"Isn't it?" Jian Chuan asked hesitantly.”
Han Siyu looked into his eyes and said,"Did I admit it?"”
"Didn't you say that I was an eyesore here and hinted that I should leave?" Jian Chuan said slowly.”
After Han Siyu exhaled, she replied,""Please, I didn't say that. You said it yourself. Do you remember?”
Jian Chuan pointed at himself and said,""Did I say that?"
Han Siyu nodded at Jian Chuan, who continued to ask,""If that's not a date, then what are you going to do?”
"Are you saying that only people who are on a date can go there?" Besides, aren't you going somewhere? Are you going on a date too?”
"I thought you…"
"You thought I was going on a date and you were afraid of disturbing us." Please, how could I fall in love during the critical period of my third year of high school? My teachers and parents won't agree to it, and I won't agree to it either.”
"Why?" asked Jian Chuan.
Han Siyu: " This is a waste of time and energy. Why do you have to do those boring things? Don't you think so?"”
"That's…true."
That day, the two of them talked about a lot of literati in China. Jian Chuan suddenly realized that the girl in front of him had a rich inner world. Not only did she like the lyrics of those poets, but she also knew a lot about them. Listening to her explanation, Jian Chuan felt that he had benefited a lot. He felt that it would take him a long time to get to know her better. Thinking back to the conversation he had with Lu Li yesterday, and then looking at himself, he realized that he seemed to be a bit of a bookworm. So he decided to learn from his deskmate next to him and learn from her strengths to make up for his shortcomings.
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