The swallows and the setting sun come and go, like this. ——Zhu Yizun of the Qing Dynasty, "The Sound of Flower Selling·Yuhuatai" Swallows come and go as the sun sets, so the country is like this.
From "The Sound of Flower Selling·Yuhuatai" written by Zhu Yizun of the Qing Dynasty, graceful and sentimental translation and annotations
Translation
The declining willows surround Jiankang City, The tide hits the stones of Qingliang Mountain in Jiankang, which has long since become an empty city, and I have to return lonely. There is an ancient alley called Xiao Changgan in the south of the city, which connects the ancient alleys of Dachanggan, and drums are played according to the rhythm of singing. Liquor flags were flying everywhere, it was so prosperous in the past. But now it's all gone, only the fishing rods are left.
Nanjing, which was the capital of the Six Dynasties, is now in a state of decay and desolation. Where smallpox fell in the past, only empty altars are left. I am alone here leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. Swallows dance gracefully in the setting sun, returning and flying away, but the country remains the same. Appreciation
?At the beginning of the first part of the poem, the author mobilizes the readers' vision and hearing, letting people see the "declining willows" and hear the sound of the cold tide receding against the empty city. It seems that the author is describing the scenery, but in fact, just like the sensing system, the author very keenly feels the desolation and desolation from the "declining willow" and the cold wave, and reveals and transmits his deep feelings. given to readers.
Then, the author raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "Small long stems follow big long stems. The Geban wine flags are all scattered, and only the fishing rods are left." Looking around, the alleys and streets are still the same, but the sound of Geban wine is still there. The wine curtains are so sparse that they can no longer be seen. There are only lonely fishermen fishing in the cold river. When writing about streets and alleys, we don’t write about the city hawks, shops, and people, but we use the “geban wine flags” to decorate them. It seems that the author just picked it up at his fingertips, but in fact it was extracted from a large number of things and forged from the poems of his predecessors. Zhu Yizun gathered the "geban wine flags" and described them first as "scattered" and then as "exhausted": with just a few strokes, the past prosperity of singing and dancing in Jinling, the ancient capital, was wiped out, creating a depressed and secluded place. The realm, the technique is so simple and natural.
The second part of the poem starts with the word "Autumn Grass", which points out the time sequence. This also echoes the "declining willow" in the first part, forming a picture of withering and decay. The author traces the past of Jinling based on what he sees before his eyes. The prosperity of the "Six Dynasties" no longer exists, just like the "autumn grass" withered. "Six Dynasties Cold" concisely summarizes the long history of rise and fall. The word "cold" connects vision and feeling, revealing the author's feeling of lamenting the past and hurting the present. When writing about Yuhuatai, the word "empty" is written, and then the word "empty" is written to the point of "there is no one left". This means that there is no one else but yourself here and now. However, the author was in this specific environment, leaning on the railing alone and looking out.
Then, with a sudden change, "swallows" flew suddenly in the "setting sun", which refreshed people's spirits and made them feel as if they were alive. However, it is a pity that the swallow "comes and goes". It seems that even the swallows feel that the Yuhuatai is decayed and desolate, to the point where they can no longer live in it, let alone people. This is really a wonderful pen that has never been written before. Finally, the author expresses his feelings directly with "such a country" and puts all his emotions into these four words. Creation background Nanjing was the capital of the Six Dynasties and a famous and prosperous place in history. Zhu Yuanzhang, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, established Nanjing as his capital. King Fu of Nanming also made Nanjing his capital. However, when the Qing troops moved south, Nanjing was severely damaged. When the Ming and Qing Dynasties changed, the author happened to visit Yuhuatai, and expressed his sorrow for the Ming Dynasty by describing the desolate and decaying scenery of Jinling City and tracing back to the Six Dynasties, so he wrote this poem. Zhu Yizun (1629-1709) was a poet, lyricist, scholar and bibliophile in the Qing Dynasty. His courtesy name is Xichen, his nickname is Zhuyuan, he is also known as Qufang, his late name is Xiaochanglu Fishing Master, and he is also known as Jinfengtingzhang. Han nationality, from Xiushui (now Jiaxing City, Zhejiang Province). In the 18th year of Kangxi's reign (1679), the subject of Erxue Hongci was promoted, in addition to self-criticism. In the 22nd year (1683), he entered Zhinan Study Room. He once participated in the compilation of "History of the Ming Dynasty". He is well versed in classics and history, and poetry and Wang Shizhen are known as the two major schools in the north and south. With a clear and elegant style of writing, he is the founder of the Western Zhejiang Ci School and is known as Zhu Chen together with Chen Weisong. He was proficient in epigraphy, literature and history, and spared no effort in purchasing and collecting ancient books. He was one of the famous book collectors in the early Qing Dynasty.
Zhu Yizun's powder fell into Baihuazhou, and the fragrance lingered in Swallow Tower. The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. Spring grass grows in the pond, and willows in the garden become songbirds. The birds on the sea dare not fly, and among them there are carps that are long and fat. Yan Zhuang is about to give up, and the oriole is flying over thousands of years of branches. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. Walking deep into the creek, there are hundreds of orioles. Thousands of valleys have towering trees, thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. Magpies are flying over the mountains at dawn, cicadas are noisy in the wild autumn wind. I have seen the plum blossoms blooming, and heard the singing of birds. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains. In February, the water in the lake is clear, and every spring bird sings. Why should I strike at an ordinary bird and scatter its hair and blood on the grassland? The crows perch on the flowing water dot the autumn light, and I love these few rows of sparse trees. The sky is long, the shadows of wild geese are sparse, the moon is setting and the mountains are thin, it is deserted and clear in late autumn.