Without the experience of national subjugation, Jie Jiang might just be a gifted scholar in the history of Song Ci. As far as fame is concerned, his popularity in readers' minds is not high, and it is difficult to have a place in the history of China ancient literature. However, even Jie Jiang, whose date of birth and death is unknown, was a poet with great personality in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. 1274, high school is a scholar. 1276, Lu Xiufu jumped off a cliff with his young master in the Southern Song Dynasty. After 100 thousand people jumped into the sea and died, he refused to cooperate with the new dynasty in the face of the great turmoil of court transition and the tragic reality of the country's ruin and demise. Although lonely and embarrassed, he still chose loneliness, seclusion, isolation and wandering around the world with his strong personality. The loneliness of "doing for himself" makes him introverted, which also determines the tragic connotation of his lonely life and creation. His ci is novel in conception, bright in color, sad and clear, harmonious in melody, sharp in words and close to Jiang Kui's style. In that era of "the wind is blowing and the rain is whispering", "time is easy to throw people away", and Jie Jiang is undoubtedly a remarkable figure in personality and literary talent. Reading his poems, especially his poems, I always feel that a person with a melancholy and wild temperament, despite nearly a thousand years, is still wandering in his contemplative world with white hair. Although it is out of reach, it still makes people think a lot.

A talent who was not an official in the Yuan Dynasty should be somewhat arrogant. This kind of pride is reflected in his poems, which is mostly a sigh of "a piece of spring sorrow waiting for wine" and his deep sorrow of "when to go home to wash the guest robes". Whether in the colorful season of "red cherry and green banana" or "spring sunny or chun yin", it is clearly the feeling of the spring breeze on the twelfth floor of her home. Reading his works, even if he has not experienced some vicissitudes like him, tasted some wandering pains in rivers and lakes, and experienced endless pains in his home country, he can still feel some real flavors. What is even more admirable is that, judging from the artistic conception of this word, it is neither arrogant nor impetuous, desolate but not tragic, down and out but not decadent, which makes people think a lot but not feel sorry for themselves and feel dejected.

Jie Jiang is not a strong-willed person. To some extent, Jie Jiang is just a weak person in life. However, although he is weak, he will never compromise in adhering to the principle of right and wrong. Someone once recommended him to the Yuan court as an official, but Jie Jiang resolutely refused to be an official in the new dynasty, which shows how much perseverance and courage he needed to stick to his integrity in his later years. Jie Jiang doesn't have Xin Qiji's ambition of "swallowing Wan Li", but he can keep his cold and skinny life. This was the strongest resistance that a weak person could make at that time. Perhaps "national integrity" alone can't fully summarize his mind. In fact, this is just the most firm love-hate relationship of the little people-the firm hatred of the invaders who destroy their homes and deprive themselves of happiness.

His poems are light and elegant, and he tends to be weak. Suffering from the war, I became passive, addicted to sadness, more sad and less excited. However, his grief is different from others' lingering twists and turns of "the old country is unbearable to look back on the bright moon", but it has a unique flavor. Jie Jiang, like the literati who died in different times, is struggling, struggling and drifting. Finally, he had to retire. Jie Jiang, who was exhausted physically and mentally and had a quiet heart, cut off contact with everyone and lived in Zhushan Island, Taihu Lake. Anyone with a little knowledge of history knows that it was Jin who destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty and Yuan who destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty. They are all "heterogeneous", which is by no means a change of dynasty in those days, but a kind of "national subjugation and extinction". So in the Song Dynasty, the adherents added another layer of "extinction" to the pain of "national subjugation". Before he could display his talents for the nation, the Yuan soldiers went south, and two years later, the Southern Song Dynasty fell. Like all intellectuals with national integrity at that time, he either joined the army and sought to save the country, or lived in seclusion and refused to serve in the Yuan Dynasty. He took the latter road, returned to his hometown of Yixing, lived in seclusion in Zhushan, Taihu Lake, and expressed the pain of national subjugation and the painstaking efforts of national culture survival in words. I would rather live a very poor life in the mountains until I leave this world. On the big stage of history, the props and scenery change frequently, but the protagonist and life remain unchanged. This is the most unbearable situation. Wen can't bring peace and stability to the country, and can't cross horses and carry guns. Moreover, no country wants to be safe, no country wants to settle down, no Kyle wants to ride, and no gun to carry. Why do literati with sensitive nature talk about life? Then write about life and time. Just like Jie Jiang, the pen and ink are faint, with a little helplessness of "autumn is crisp and old", a little loneliness of "patting the railing to call egrets", a little sadness of "only watching the mountains grow old", and a little sadness and vicissitudes of life of "who cares about the old man's car in front of the door".

Most of Jie Jiang's poems are sad, sad and lonely. He used Wu's most exquisite silver paper to write down his yearning for "Wan Li hates playing flute in Jiangnan". His ci rarely directly reflects the great changes of the times, but adopts the way of "gossiping about the scenery of his hometown" to express his deep affection for the sad motherland in loneliness and sadness. It is also the great environment of the Song and Yuan Dynasties rebellion that honed the moral integrity of a generation of feudal scholars and achieved a unique "new people laugh, old people cry". Literature of adherents. Ci by adherents of the Song Dynasty, with its profound tragic meaning and cultural connotation, became a brilliant and tragic ending of Song Ci. ? Jie Jiang's life was spent in the days when the country was in peril and people's livelihood was difficult. He has the ambition to serve his country and is powerless to return to heaven. He doesn't envy the life of "rocking gold treasures and embroidering brocade". Experience "learn from Tao Qian and plant some chrysanthemums on the fence;" According to his Du Fu, he planted some vegetables in the garden. It is also the blood and tears of the adherents, but it is written in Jie Jiang with a wry smile; The bitter tears are even sadder. He doesn't want to leave anything for that society. Fortunately, the clues of his life never completely disappeared.

It is urgent to read Jie Jiang's words. You must pour a pot of good wine, sit in the autumn wind and savor it in the sunset. You will feel that there is an amazing continuity and penetration across the vast historical time and space. It has become a spiritual wealth handed down from generation to generation, and even after thousands of years, it can still make people feel excited. His words are as simple as "debating Xuanzong's grand occasion" Especially after the national break, the lyrics no longer need the colorful fragrance that is not surprising, but the breathtaking beauty. Sometimes it's more like a slow-moving old black-and-white movie, or an obscure yellow tone. The sad flute runs through the whole movie. The dialogue of the character is simple and profound, and he must know all those past events and those loneliness and confusion.

There are clouds in the sky, water in the eaves, and Jie Jiang, so it has the flavor of life. Tonight, let the rain beat my heart drop by drop, and it hurts deeply. An orphan after the death of Song Dynasty, an inspirational figure who didn't kill anything, a hero who didn't have an iron horse, and a weak scholar who didn't "I recommend Xuanyuan with blood" just used his words to commemorate or cherish the mountains and rivers that were blown away by the wind and rain in his hometown.