Examining the joys and sorrows recorded in his article,
Like magic, like electricity, like yesterday's dream dust,
But I can hide it, feel how time changes, and sigh that the border is unrealistic! "
-Yan Dao Ji
This passage in Yan's Preface to Mountain Words is a vivid tone of Cao Xueqin's self-report. Look at his tall building and his wedding banquet. The whole story is rich and lively, and men and women love each other. In fact, the music scene is sad, and the more desolate the background is. Finally, it was like a dream, and the prince and grandson sighed.
A dream of red mansions wrote a kind of silver-red yarn. "If you make curtains and paste the window drawers, they look like smoke from a distance, so they are called soft cigarettes. Silver-red is also called Xia Ying yarn. " Yan Xiaoshan's words are like this kind of yarn. Ambiguous and warm, it is the taste of wine, the taste of hot flowers, and the elegant taste of heavy sandalwood. However, "Xia Ying" indicates the setting sun, and it is infected with the meaning of decline and doomsday carnival.
Charming fairy flowers explain the story, and light spring willows can sleep. Deep in the jade building, in front of the window.
Dream back to the grass night, and the song will fall into the air.
Deep water thick smoked embroidered quilt. Floating clouds and shallow drinking gold boats. Green smiled pitifully.
Don't be like a cloud, be like the moon.
-Linjiang Xian
The lights upstairs are in a hurry to close. Mengyun went back without leaving a trace. A few years ago, Cao Fang thought of Wang Sun.
The sun is still green, try to lean against the dusk, and remember that it will easily disappear if you have been there.
-Huanxisha
Yan has never been a favorite poet. Li Houzhu, Xin Jiaxuan, Jiang Baishi, Zhuang Chenbin, and even Jie Jiang and Liu Yong all have something more gorgeous or direct. However, from time to time, I like to pick out one or two sentences, one or two small words, and relive those dreamy sentences.
Yan was aloof all his life. Yan Shu, the old father, caught up with the best times of the Northern Song Dynasty. There were countless proteges of Prime Minister Taiping in his life, and he was completely bad at interacting with powerful people. Later, Su Shi, who was already quite famous, wanted to visit Xiao Mei through his student relationship. He thanked the guests directly, to the effect that now half the senior officials of the imperial court have gone out from my house, and I don't care, let alone you. Goodbye.
This character will really have no friends.
Therefore, judging from the letters, poems and songs handed down, Yan does not have many intimate friends. Great scholar Huang Tingjian counts as one. He wrote:
"Uncle, solid English also. His stupidity also killed himself. ...
An official can't even stand by and watch the noble door, which is a delusion;
The thesis is self-contained, and it is a delusion to refuse to write new Jinshi language;
It is a delusion to spend millions, to be cold and hungry at home and to look like a child.
A person loses everything and doesn't hate it. People who believe in themselves will never doubt that they have cheated themselves. This is another illusion. "
It is also fair that the same thing is spread to Mr. Bao.
People like Baoyu, Li Houzhu and Yan Xiaoshan were all born in rich women's families. They are not good at finding jobs all their lives, and they don't confuse honor and disgrace. A straight is a ridiculous and precious childlike innocence. It is sad to read that "people lose everything but don't hate"
Yan Xiaoshan is not ignorant of reality, so he is silly and happy. His words are romantic, his poems are serious, and he has a clear understanding of politics and self-narrative content. For example, "where is it difficult to keep your mouth shut, Xi ning is politically lost." Criticizing Wang Anshi's New Deal, "I envy my friends and avoid making friends, but I am greedy for bait and lose my life." Is to see through the ups and downs of the world. Because of this transparency, his sincerity is more personal.
When he was young, ci was regarded as something belonging to the street music square, and literati wanted to play it. Yan Shu, also known as man show, said nervously, "No way." . A new word and a glass of wine is gentle and reserved. He dared to write directly "Drunk spring shirt cherishes the old fragrance, and the day will leave hate" (Partridge Day), and wrote "March dew Momoka early. Look at the flowers carefully, how many people are fighting. Long song's unfinished water diversion, Palm Cup East Chi Xiao "(close shot).
There are two poems, Yu Lou Chun, Liu Yong's Talented Poet, Born in White, and Changing the False Name to Low.
A statue meets in the spring breeze. Poetry is like how many people there are.
Wu Ji said that fifteen words were like strings, which could sing the water downstairs at that time.
Its beautiful time is as fleeting as a finger. The golden war needs to be the best.
In the heyday of the Ming Dynasty, * * * couldn't afford to get drunk.
Carve a saddle for the warbler. Take a stranger in the southeast of the city.
Do your best to teach spring thoughts like clouds, and don't care that things are as light as floc.
In ancient times, many people had wrong names. If you lose your reputation, you will always be in good health in Bidiu.
I advise you to come to your hometown often, without sorrow or hate.
Speaking of which, Liu Yong and Yan Jia are also very interesting. In those days, Liu Yong went to visit Yan Shu with his own collection of words, but was turned back by Prime Minister Yan's sentence "Although I wrote a song, I never said' I was not careful when sewing'"-what obscene songs and vulgar tunes did you write? As a result, his son learned from others that "it is better to bear a false name than to pay" and "the golden lamp must be exhausted". There is also "the dream soul is used to unrestrained inspection and has been spent in Xie Qiao."
So straightforward, Yan Shu's father is also tired.
Like Jia Fu, some of Yan's friends have music lessons at home. "Uncle Shen Shilian, a habitual family, has lotus, flood, peace and cloud, which is good entertainment." Yan, like Baoyu, has a good relationship with these sisters. He wrote "Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei" for Xiaoping. There are two other songs, "",written for Yunhe and Hong.
Autumn wind is not as good as spring wind. One night, Jin Ying was old. Who will die with music?
Only geese lean against the moon and shine on the mountain.
The Double Star Old Testament exists every year. Laugh and change your feelings. Indefinite is uncertain.
Xiao Yun said bitterly, with a low eyebrow.
Xiaomei insisted on Dong Jun's letter. After the snow, the flowering period is approaching. The south branch is open, and the north branch is also open.
I have been wandering for a long time and brought spring.
Tears in the sleeves every year. Always for now. Ask who is the memory of flowers.
Earn a small eyebrow.
There are many sentences written for Xiaolian.
Mei Rui's new makeup is laurel leaf eyebrows, and Xiaolian's charm is out of Yaochi.
Clouds sing with green water, and snow dances around red gauze.
-Partridge Day
Xiaolian hasn't solved the problem yet. Crazy as a sine pillar.
Bian Xia's face woke up at the beginning of Sanjiu, and his eyebrows were dying last month.
-"Magnolia"
Grab the incense notes, remember Xiaolian, and pass on the legacy.
I came back to lie alone at night and met as drunk as a fiddler in my dream.
-Partridge Day
He wrote about falling flowers and "competing for flowers every year" because he was worried that "if the west wind gradually spread to the east, Zhu Yan could not bear autumn." (Partridge Sky) these idiots take people who are ignored or looked down upon by the world very seriously. Sincere and meticulous, just as jasmine seeds are used in perfume powder, finely ground and collected in stamens.
This kind of mind is better than a kind-hearted person, plus a wan ku meaning that has not been honed by the world. Perhaps it will eventually become a kind of harmony with Buddha's nature, and love all things and creatures that are divided into different levels equally.
During Yan's lifetime, the mainstream of ci has turned to the long and slow ci developed by Liu Yong and Su Shi, but he only wrote short poems. Habits or memories are unknown.
After Yan Shu's death, his family came down, and he was used to "neglecting his scruples". "He concentrates on six arts, plays with a hundred schools, is far-sighted and never sells the world." In the end, the remaining wealth will be exhausted. He was also involved in prison because of the dispute between the new party and the old party during Wang Anshi's political reform. In the two worlds, it is extremely prosperous and declining, and the impermanence of gathering and dispersing is even more sudden than the second government of Rongning, which has already revealed its defeat. No wonder it is "as electricity as magic".
Words related to time and the past, such as "then" and "then", appear frequently. Other words are dreams and wine. All the mountain characters are written in memories, accompanied by dreams and wine in dismay.
"Dream into the smoke and water road in the south of the Yangtze River, swim in the south of the Yangtze River, and don't meet people who leave."
"Don't forget to wake up drunk. It's too easy to get together and go away. " .
It's better not to be together. It's better to be sad after waking up than to be drunk forever. If we weren't together, we Lian Xiao couldn't laugh at this moment, so it was just a long dream.
It used to be like a sinister grand view garden isolated from the world. Now, the artificial dream is gone, and all the friends in the dream are gone, especially those sisters who have disappeared. The more beautiful things, the more frightening. Seeing each other again in despair, I don't know how to deal with it.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
-Partridge Day
The poem "Partridge Sky" was written by Yan when he met a singer again. It is said that the singer here is Xiaolian.
The bustling scene of the past is like a dream, but now the reunion in reality is like a dream. Past and present, virtual and reality are intertwined. At this time, the mood will probably be awkward, sad and happy, relieved and worried. .......................................................................................................................................................
Some of Yan Xiaoshan's later poems have more similarities with his poems. It seems that it is not so deliberately maintaining the gentle and charming style in the poem, or it may be the immersion of emotions and thoughts, which will inevitably be revealed.
Freshwater is happy for three years, but it is dangerous to leave love for a few nights. Xiao Shuang's Red Leaf Dance Return to Hometown.
Today's Qiu Meng ancient road short pavilion.
Clear tears before drinking, sound in the sun. Shaoling's poems are ancient and famous.
When Yun Hong meets, smoke fills the nine cities.
Outside, leisure and enrichment, in the eyes, joy is often scarce. A poem will be given to the monarch next year.
From tonight, how long will we meet again.
Who wants to invite shallow wine to persuade, only you know how to be affectionate. Dong's spring is near, ok.
Willow hangs by the river and plum blossoms are in the snow.
These two "Linjiang immortals" are easily reminiscent of Li Yu. The scholar's demeanor in the bones is that when writing about a person's gains and losses, he will turn his own sorrows and joys into something that human beings generally hear.
"Every solution, namely to grass godson. The three of us drank wine, listened and laughed. Now you are spoiled by illness, even your uncle is dead, and the old sentence of drunkenness is spread all over the world with two singers and brewers. " Although I wrote about my rich second generation prodigal son, there is a sigh that things change and rise and fall.