Where can't you fly? —— Jiang Kui's Different Life

things are the same. "Jingkang's national enemy hatred and the fall of the northern land made many patriotic people all indignant and painful. For the royal family of the Southern Song Dynasty and the capitulators who only wanted to live in peace, national enemy hatred or the fall of mountains and rivers was nothing compared with the comfortable life. Moreover, the Jiangnan area with Lin 'an as the center has beautiful scenery and abundant products, which is an excellent environment for partial peace and enjoyment. Therefore, when humiliation and a quiet life were exchanged, the romantic propaganda of singing and dancing in the late Northern Song Dynasty once again became the mainstream voice of society. The bold and patriotic voice once set off by Xin Qiji, Chen Liang and others has become increasingly cold. In this kind of soil and environment, Wu Wenying, Zhou Mi, Zhang Yan and other graceful and restrained masters were born in the mid-Southern Song Dynasty, who advocated the sound of spring in the prosperous world. "But in this decadent sound, there is a voice that is particularly steep. Although his words are graceful and restrained, they are beautiful and high-flowered, and stand out from the crowd, which should be reconciled with his otherworldly life, like a wild crane in the clouds. He is a white stone Taoist-Jiang Kui. In the 24th year of Shaoxing, Song Gaozong, Jiang Kui was born into a down-and-out bureaucratic family in Raozhou. His father, Jiang Ao, was a scholar in the 18th year of Shaoxing, and moved between Jiangxi and Hubei successively, serving as a junior official such as county magistrate and county magistrate. During his wandering life, Jiang Kui spent his childhood and adolescence. Although this experience can't be called good, his travels to the rivers and mountains of the motherland in his youth planted a seed in his heart, which enabled him to find another way of life when his life was difficult in the future. At the age of fourteen, Jiang Kui's father died of illness from overwork, leaving him and his sister alone in Hanchuan. Six years later, Jiang Kui, who had read a lot of poetry books, embarked on the same road as his father: taking the exam. But three times in a row, he fell out of Sun Shan, and was not on the list. We have no way to verify the reasons for the failure, but the three failures run through ten years from the age of twenty to thirty. This is the most splendid year of a person's life, but Jiang Kui wasted his life after another failure in the imperial examination. After ten years in Chunxi, Song Xiaozong, Jiang Kui, who took the exam for the fourth time, failed again. We often say that there are only three things to do, but Jiang Kui's road to the imperial examination has been defeated repeatedly. After this failure, he chose to give up. In disappointment and loss, Jiang Kui remembered the mountains and lakes that he had traveled with his father in his childhood. Let it be, since the official career is blocked, give yourself a different way of life, and this change has given him a different glory in life. After the imperial examination, Jiang Kui traveled to Yangzhou. He thought of Du Mu hundreds of years ago. "Every year, he felt the dream of Yangzhou, and he won the name of a brothel. "But Du Mu somehow won the reputation of a brothel, and his ten years, but nothing left. And the gentle hometown that once made Du Mu linger, Yangzhou, a bustling port in the city, has now become depressed and broken after the repeated invasion of nomads from the army. Compared with Du Mu's life experience, I think of Yangzhou, which is not what it used to be, and the Southern Song Dynasty court, which is now in the south. Jiang Kui can't help but be deeply moved. In one stroke, he wrote the famous "Yangzhou Slow": Huai Zuo Ming Du, Zhu Xi Jia Chu, Xie An Shao Zhu Chu Cheng. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees in the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, and it's all in an empty city. Du Langjun's reward, now, is too heavy to be surprised. Longitudinally speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24 th Bridge is still there, and the waves are swaying and Leng Yue is silent. Read the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know for every year? Before coming to Yangzhou, Jiang Kui hung a thousand steps of willows from the streets of Tumu, reflecting the two cities. The sky is beautiful, and the cool songs are clear. ",""twilight gives birth to deep trees, and the setting sun gives birth to small buildings. Who knows this silent bamboo road, leading to the song of the bustling Yangzhou. "Poem, full of illusions about Yangzhou, but this once rich city with a lot of attics has long been unrecognizable. The ten-mile long street, which was once lined with willows and warm spring breeze, is now a piece of mustard and wild wheat. The people who survived the robbery are still full of hatred for the nomads from the army and the war, and they don't want to mention this painful past again. When dusk comes, the horn that makes people feel cold all over the tower floats back and forth on the empty city. If Du Mu comes to Yangzhou again, even with his superb expressive ability, I'm afraid he can't express his complicated feelings. The peony by the poor bridge is in full bloom every year, but no one comes to enjoy it. With a deep feeling, Jiang Kui left Yangzhou and traveled around Jianghuai and Hubei. He sought seclusion and visited the Holy Land, and cleaned up the dust in his heart with the natural ice-clear scenery. While living in Hefei, he established a pair of sisters who are good at playing guzheng and pipa in the brothel. The same hobbies and spiritual knowledge made Jiang Kui get along well with them and spent a happy time that was often remembered in the second half of his life. ""Because Da Qiao can stir the spring breeze, Xiao Qiao moves the zither wonderfully. "Life, bosom friend is hard to find, more rare is a confidante. But unfortunately, due to livelihood problems, Jiang Kui had to leave Hefei and find another place. In the following decades, whenever Jiang Kui looked at Hefei from afar, he would have thousands of feelings. After leaving Hefei, Jiang Kui met Xiao Dezao, the first bosom friend in his life. Xiao Dezao and Jiang Kui's father, Jiang Ao, are scholars of the same subject. When they first met the son of the ancients, he was impressed by Jiang Kui's talent, and he studied poetry for decades before he became a friend. "This evaluation. At the same time, he also married his brother's daughter to Jiang Kui, and took Jiang Kui with him to Huzhou. When a group of people were passing through Jinling by boat, Jiang Kui looked at Hefei from afar and wrote this poem "Walking on the Sha": Yan Yan is light and Yingying is delicate, and clearly sees Hua Xu again. The night is long for a fickle knowledge? Early in spring, I was dyed by acacia. Don't write later, don't sew at the same time, and travel far away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan is cold in Qian Shan, and nobody cares about it. Lightweight body, soft voice, can only meet in a dream now, but how can a fickle person realize his unforgettable thoughts in this long night? In this dark night, only this bright moon in Huai, according to the lover's way home from the soul. He hates himself, he hates not being able to be with him for a long time, and he hates many things in this life, which is often beyond his control. However, life is often like waves rising and falling. After experiencing the ecstasy of separation, Jiang Kui's life ushered in a bright future. Under the recommendation of Xiao Dezao, Jiang Kui met the great poets Yang Wanli and Fan Chengda at that time respectively. Like Xiao Dezao, Yang and Fan Er people also admired Jiang Kui's talent. With the praise of Yang and Fan Er people, Jiang Kui became famous in the field of ci poetry. When the unconstrained school headed by Xin Qiji was in full swing, the graceful school urgently needed a leader in the field of ci poetry to shock the sound of ci poetry. And Jiang Kui is the most suitable candidate. Since then, Jiang Kui has officially settled in Baishi Cave in Huzhou, hence the name "Baishi Taoist". As a teenager wandering and frustrated in his youth, Jiang Kui became more and more interested in being born and living in seclusion. He admired Lu Guimeng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and dreamed of being like Lu Guimeng. He only admired heaven and followed his son in meditation, and he lived a lifetime in a cold river. "So during this period, he traveled more widely and traveled almost all over the south of the Yangtze River. When he returned to Hefei and met his lover who had been disobedient for several years again, Jiang Kui couldn't help but have thousands of thoughts, and he had this song "Pale Yellow Willow": an empty city with a small corner, blowing into the weeping willow. The sound was blown by the wind, to the weeping willow eee street corner. I rode alone at once, only one to a single dress, feeling a burst of cold air. Look at the roadside weeping willow's yellow light green, as in the south of the Yangtze river has seen so familiar. Being lonely, it's cold food day tomorrow. I also always bring a pot of wine, to the small bridge near the lover's residence. I was afraid lest I should leave a slice of autumn. The swallows fly, inquire the light, only the water in the pond knows. Facing the approaching of Nomads from the Golden Army, Hefei is sparsely populated and almost empty, and he and his lover will also have their final farewell. After this meeting, Jiang Kui never saw the sisters again, and only met vaguely at midnight. During his travels back and forth and around the country, he constantly broadened Jiang Kui's horizons and inspired his creative inspiration. During this period, he wrote a large number of masterpieces which are well-known to later generations, such as Dianjiang Lip, Dimfragrance and Thin Shadow when he visited Fan Chengda, Manjianghong when he was boating in Chaohu Lake, and Nian Nujiao when he was traveling in central Hunan. It was during this period that the "empty" feature, which was most praised by later generations, was achieved. In the fourth year of Shaoxi, Jiang Kui met Zhang Jian, the son of a noble family, in Hangzhou, and they hit it off at once. Zhang Jian's family is famous. When he saw that Jiang Kui was brilliant but failed repeatedly, he moved the idea of buying an official for Jiang Kui. But for Jiang Kui, who is a Gao Zhuo, it is totally unacceptable for him to go to his official career in this way. Although Zhang Jian was declined, it did not affect the intersection and acquaintance of the two. When Xiao Dezao left in the second year of Qingyuan, Jiang Kui completely moved to Hangzhou and attached himself to Zhang Jian's brothers. He is forty-one years old this year, and seventy years have passed since the change of Jingkang and the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty. The small imperial court in the Southern Song Dynasty, which had a peaceful life, completely lost its ambition to recover lost ground. In the autumn of this year, when he and Zhang Jian were drinking, the shrill sound of cicadas came to his ears, and when he remembered this remnant mountain water, all kinds of melancholy welled up in his mind. I started to write a poem "Qi Tianle": Yu Lang first sang a sad poem, and the sadness was even more whispered. Exposed copper paving and moss invading stone wells have all been listened to by Iraq. Mourning sounds like complaints. Thinking about a woman who has no sleep, she looks for a machine. Qu qu ping shan, cool at night, very emotional alone? It's raining in the west window again. For whom is the frequency intermittent, phase and anvil? Waiting for the pavilion to welcome the autumn, leaving the palace to hang the moon, don't be sad. On the poems. Laugh at the fence and call the lights, children in the world. Writing into the piano wire is even more bitter. Crickets' chirping has no meaning of sadness. But to Jiang Kui, who felt "the sorrow of leaving", it became a sad whisper. The sorrow of cricket sound was not only the sorrow of leaving people, the sorrow of life experience and the sorrow of missing in his long-term wandering, but also the sorrow of the country's ruin. A year later, he and Zhang Jian visited Taihu Lake in Wuxi, and the extremely quiet state in the cold night made all the people angry, and then they sang about the scenery, each with more than 5 songs. But only Jiang Kui, after more than ten days, had to write this song "Celebrating Palace Spring", which was full of melancholy. Call my gull, and I want to go down, and I have to carry people behind me. Then go back, swing in the clouds and snow, and send it alone at night. Sad to see you again, according to the Meishan, Daihen low pressure. It's cold in the spring in the fragrant path, and I'm dancing. Who will answer the song? Looking down at the rainbow in the west, floating away, this prosperity is hard to stop. The wine awakens the waves far away, and I am thinking about it and blocking the plain socks. Now Ann is here? Jiang Kui's ci poems are mostly famous for their deep rhyme, Leng Xiang, lofty and lofty, and among all the ci poems, QingGongChun is the most famous. The whole article is quiet and beautiful, with open style and elegant rhyme, which can be called Jiang Kui's masterpiece. He empathized with nature, expressed the rise and fall of the times with the leap of time and space, and created a more profound artistic conception, which could not be summarized only by emptying it. However, just when Jiang Kui's creation reached a new peak, his relationship with Zhang Jian's brothers did not last. In the second year of Jiatai, Zhang Jian died of illness. After the great grief of losing a bosom friend, Jiang Kui is in a predicament of nowhere to live. Two years later, the fire in Hangzhou burned all the wealth and books of Jiang Kui. Since then, Jiang Kui, who is over 6 years old, has completely lost his dependence on life and has to run for food and clothing. At this point, it is difficult for Jiang Kui, who is troubled by life, to have famous works, and most of his works lack vitality. It was not until the jubilee that Xin Qiji, who was bent on the recovery of the Northern Expedition, was transferred to Zhenjiang Prefecture. In the midst of the old horse, he wrote the famous "Yong Yule Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia", which was deeply moved by Jiang Kui, who was far away in Hangzhou, and wrote "Yong Yule Cijiaxuan Beigu Building Rhyme": the clouds are separated from the building, and the moss is sealed. Riding autumn smoke several times, one pole is cold, and the ancient caves come and go. Make your heart in, pale and green, bitter is retained by the north gate. There is a difference between wine and drink, and the banner is embroidered with bears and tigers. Zhuge, the predecessor, came to visit this place, and he was rewarded with three words. Outside the building, Jiang Gao is faint, and he knows the west road. The Central Plains gathers together, and the gods are in Beijing and aged person, and the south looks at the Changhuai Golden Drum. Asked at that time, yiyi planted willows, is it still there? In this first poem, Jiang Kui changed the lingering and desolate style in the past, and his pen suddenly turned, showing a heroic and generous style like Jia Xuan. People are embarrassed in their twilight years, but Xin Qiji, who is also in his twilight years, gave Jiang Kui encouragement and gratitude, let him see a glimmer of light, and gave his ci a new life. In this way, when their lives are coming to an end, at the critical moment of national survival, * * * issued a cry of the soul. Three years later, Xin Qiji died. Jiang Kui's life, which has just revived, seems to have returned to endless tranquility and sorrow. He spent another fourteen years in old illness and poverty. In the fourteenth year of Jiading, Song Ningzong, Jiang Kui died in Hangzhou. After his death, he had no money left and had to be buried with the help of his friends. He was embarrassed in his official career all his life, but he lived his own posture outside the officialdom, wandering, just in response to the poem by monk Guan: "Where can't the wild cranes fly in the idle clouds?" "